I remember BlogHer 2010. While it seemed everybody who was anybody was there, I (like a lot of sad pandas) was not. As if not being there wasn’t enough, I found Twitter to be particularly insulting: “Squee! Drowning in cocktails, bloggy love and awesome swag! #BlogHer10″ Yeah, screw you Twitter; you don’t know my pain.
I did what a lot of absent bloggers did; I adopted the hashtag #HomeHer and pouted right alongside my bummed out Tweethearts. I even co-launched a BlogHer ’10 pity party online where homebodies gathered to drown their collective sorrows in a snarky cocktail of wine and bloggy jealousy. It’s true what they say; misery really does love company.
With so many awesome blog conferences out there, few bloggers have the sponsorship or ability to attend them all. And so to those of you pouting over BlissDom; I’m right there with you.
It’s OK to pout. Let it all out. Cry a little. Adopt the sad hashtag #HomeDom. Drink some wine. Be a jealous jelly bean. Besides, you didn’t want to meet up with your favorite bloggers, learn all sorts of amazing things, and haul all that bitchin’ swag home anyway.
For me, the worst part of blog conference pouting is the fact that no one outside your circle of blog love gets it. Your family is like, “Um, OK. Whatever.” They don’t understand the feeling of completeness that comes with being surrounded by your own. They don’t get how valuable the information and networking opportunities are. And worst of all, they don’t understand how badly you need to shake your booty to some goddamn hair metal. But that’s OK, because we do. We really, really do.
Now who’s launching a BlissDom pity party? Any takers?
Do you have blog conference envy?
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