I’m not sure I would have chosen to write about Blogher, if I had not been asked. I should mention, I did meet all my objectives visiting Chicago, but they had little to do with the conference. I registered because it presented a viable reason to meet Meno and Maggie in person, cleverly disguising my urge to stalk them.
It was a reprieve from ordinary life, spending four days in the company of two brilliant, thoughtful, and funny women. That alone made waking up at four AM worth the effort to travel. We abandon most of the conference festivities for the streets of Chicago, enjoying good walks, good talks, and good food. Nothing compares to lengthy conversations when you are trying to piece together the structure of a person’s character.
Who are these woman who kept me so engaged I didn’t want to sleep? Well, Maggie is kind, nurturing, and she places other’s needs above her own. She’s an exceptional writer. Her poetry transcends my imagination, as I tend to think in pictures rather than language. I find her words stimulating, and inspiring. Listening to her stories, and reading her poems frees my mind and inspires me to draw creativity from my soul.
Meno is a rock. She’s solid, thoughtful and quick-witted. She is comfortable with her sense of self and wears her wisdom like a well-tailored suit. I had to think quickly to keep with her sharp comments, and I enjoyed every moment of the challenge.
On the evening of arrival, I had the pleasure of joining QT, Jen, and Meno for dinner. It was nice low key introduction, before being exposed to the loud, high-pitched, clusterfuck that would define Blogher (from the POV of a self-proclaimed introvert).
I admit, when I signed up I knew I wasn’t interested in the conference. I went to Chicago in hope of meeting fellow bloggers and learning more about the people I was reading. Blogher isn’t really geared toward goal-less introverts like myself.
Of the four sessions I attended, Blogher appeared to be focused on networking, targeting the mommy market, building and maintaining online communities, interviewing with the press, changing your blog templates, and fawning over Amy Sedaris. If you want to expand your readership, earn advertising revenue, or listen to twenty women discuss the politically correct use of the word small, then this is your conference. But if you are an introvert, and prefer small groups, big skies, sand beneath your toes, go to the conference city and avoid the conference.

If your interested in reading about other conference experiences, click here, here, here, here, or here.
August 1st, 2007 at 1:04 pm
I completely agree with everything here. I personally wished for some middle of the road technical content - past the push button easy of the Blogger site, but I can’t write my own JavaScript.
But yes, hands down, it was about the people. I am glad we got a chance to meet.
August 1st, 2007 at 2:25 pm
ummm….well, yeah. I hope you don’t mind that I put Patches in a cab for the drive up this time while you were gone. It just seemed easier.
August 1st, 2007 at 8:01 pm
I’m curious as to who asked you to write about Blogher. Was it that pushy Liv?
You pretty much summed it up for me. Love the feetsies!
August 1st, 2007 at 11:46 pm
“pushy” and “liv” in the same sentence?!? WELL, I NEVER! Oh, but btw, Chica & Senora Meno Prissypants, I don’t feel as if the drunk calls and the juicy gossip really came all the way down the pipeline. Just sayin’…
August 2nd, 2007 at 12:12 am
My sister and I were contemplating going to Blogher next year. Now I think we will rethink that. Sounds like you made your trip to Chicago into what you wanted it to be. Good for you. BTW, what is that whispering that I am hearing about an unblogher?
August 2nd, 2007 at 12:18 am
dude. thank god you called us low key. after that bottle of wine i was worried i was already a gigantic dork.
glad we had it, since we never saw each other AGAIN!
August 2nd, 2007 at 9:13 am
QT, I thought the technical track was lacking too. We might be better served looking for continuing ed classes at a technical school.
Liv, I appreciate your looking out for his well being. He tends to get so sleepy on long drives… or he gets too preoccupied playing with the radio.
meno, Hands and feet, I guess I’ve run out of appendages to post for polite company.
Liv, pushy? You will just have to take that up with meno…but I did call you back or rather Toodle peep.
Lynn, I wouldn’t go back change the way I did things because now my curiosity is satisfied, but in the future I would do things differently. Liv’s been making rumblings about an unblogher, I’ll have to talk to her and find out where we go from here.
jen, you are speaking my language. Lubrication is a tricky thing, a fine balance between relaxing and fighting your inner diva’s desire to jump on the table and dance (okay, maybe it was just a problem that ONE time).
August 2nd, 2007 at 6:34 pm
this reminds me that somewhere I have a picture of my family’s feet in the surf.
I would love to get mellow with you all. Y’all? You.
August 3rd, 2007 at 8:56 am
De, little kid feet are the best, and we would have welcomed your company at the un-conference session on the shores of Lake Michigan.