This year will be my fifth BlogHer. This year will be my first year with a baby (yes, Vivi’s coming too) and it will also most likely be my first year wearing nothing but stretchy pants, because if I’ve learned one thing from the last four BlogHer conferences? You’re either going to like someone or you’re not and it makes no difference whether they’re wearing a new dress with heels or sweatpants with house slippers.
You can dress a jerk up but they’re still just a jerk in a dress.
The thing about these conferences is that you already have something in common with almost every single person attending. And let’s be honest, it’s kind of a dorky thing.
We all like to spend time on the Internet for various and assorted reasons.
We’re all geeks on some level and that alone should get anyone over the initial anxiety hump.
To you new people, the conference will be what you make of it. You can spread yourself out and meet well over three thousand new people or you can find those with whom you connect with the most and spend three amazing days with soul sisters you never would have met had it not been for this dorky little hobby of yours. Or you can be like me and do a little of both.
If your mental status can handle it sit at a new table everyday for breakfast and lunch. Introduce yourself, ask questions about your table mates. Use the word ‘you’ more than you use the word ‘me.’ Take time to seek out those who look scared and alone and say hi. If you find someone crying outside the bathroom sit down with them and offer to share medication (kidding, kind of.) Don’t be offended if someone isn’t super nice to you, maybe they’re really scared of being surrounded by that many people (and it’s a lot of people.) If that “big” blogger you were so excited to meet brushes you off? Please don’t take it personally, maybe they just really had to poop, or their husband just called and informed them their baby fell of the swing set back home and knocked out her two front teeth. If you feel as though there are “cool kid clubs” please remember that many people who have been before are really excited to see their old friends they only get to see in person once a year. Excitement does not mean exclusion.
The people that go to these conferences are good people. They’re there because they want to be there.
As far as I know no one spends all this money and travels all this way only to find new people to hate and destroy. That’s what the check out line at Wal-Mart is for (again, kidding, kind of.)
That being said, if you are coming all this way simply to make fun of people and make them feel uncomfortable? You seriously need to find a new hobby, no offense.
My first BlogHer I bought all new clothes. Seriously, everything I wore was brand new. I had my hair and makeup done and I even went on a diet.
This year? I’ll bring clean clothes (none of which will require Spanx) flat shoes and my chubby baby. I’ll shower daily, comb my hair, brush my teeth and hug you, because I will be so happy to see you again or meet you for the first time. I will spend my time with kind people, I will eat when I’m hungry, leave when I’m overwhelmed and hopefully more than once I will laugh so hard I pee a little.
And when it’s over I will regret not being able to meet everyone, go back to my regular life here in Indiana and look forward to doing it all again next year.