I've been away from Dean and the girls for a couple of days now. Last night I *GADS* drank alcohol, dished with a gaggle of girls next to the pool and finally retired to my room where I stayed up all night watching movies and eating Laffy Taffy. No, I didn't watch porn, even though I wanted to. (It's not that I like watching porn so much as I have a morbid curiosity about porn that I can just never shake, no matter how much porn I see. It's kinda like driving by an accident... what will I see? Do I really want to see? I don't know, ooo, but I want to...but I digress)
Anyhow, the longer I'm with myself the more I harken back to me before Dean and the girls. That makes sense doesn't it? Well, back in the day I used to post on the UW bulletin board or 'bb' as it was called. My bb handle was Feral. That should tell you something right there. I was an instigator. I pretty much, well, started flame wars left and right and pissed of the old guard every chance I got. It was fun. I was young and didn't really recignize that all those posts and handles had honest-to-goodness-real-people attached to them somewheres in the real world. And let me tell you people, I can be a cruel, witty girl. Me? A mean girl? But hey, this whole Blogher thing has smacked strangely of the bb world. The little hierarchy, who's-better-than-who-thing.
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Maybe I've just been huffing too much glue lately, sucking on too many whipped cream cans or something, but is there alot of this I'm-going-to-say-one-thing-and-do-a-totally-different-thing stuff going on out there? Since I got here to Blogher, I've been reading some blogs that I've never read before and there is this whole solidarity rhetoric going on with the "I'm going to tell it like it is" crowd, you know those pretty girls who are going to out all the myths of motherhood and womanhood, open all our eyes. Really? Is that what your doing when you're detailing the celebs you'd do if you had a weekend to yourself? Is that what you're doing when you're telling us how hot you are in a round-about way-- that you evoke jealously from the wife of the guy you so innocently interacted with in the coffee line and gosh darned it you just can't help it and poor you can't have any friends cause everyone is just jealous of you(hottie!)? And your self-effacing mention of your insecurities about not being recognized right before you detail how you partied with the Blogher rockstars all weekend.
And maybe that's why political scares people these days... because political is really political-lite. Political is cheerleader-political. I'm telling you, I'm not sure I want these people waging the war to unveil motherhood on my or anyone else's behalf- if that's what is actually being done at all.
No, but really, I'm probably just that bitchy or just that jealous. You decide.