You know, i'm kinda glad i missed out on the BlogHer conference, if only after reading this New York Times article.
So, let's see what we've got. Bathrooms full of "nurturing" post-its saying "You're Perfect" followed by a bunch of folks whining that they're not popular enough. Beg pardon?
Look, i'm glad you've found a wonderful, supportive collection of folks. That's delightful. Now give me a reason to read you.
Lynne uses her board to record her life. She's touching and damn funny. Valette likewise has a highly skewed, and artistic outlook on life that makes rush to read her blog whenever she updates. Hetta provides great herbal advice and pointers mixed with humor that people find valuable. i read them not because they're women, i read them because they write stuff i want to read. Just like Steve's infrequent posts, or Ricky's photos, or anything else i might go to online.
i'm sorry, but but i just don't find little Billy's bowel movements quite as compelling as others may. There are hundreds of thousands of blogs out there. It's not that i hate you because you don't have a mis-matched pair of chromosomes, i don't care about you because you're boring.
i swear that if i was there, i'd sneak into those stalls and replace those bloody useless "You Talk Pretty" stickers with "Who the hell cares?"
Looking for popularity and can't answer that? Don't blog. It's that simple.
Now, if you'll excuse me, i'm going to set up a card table and yell that the folks that don't like my deep-fried, chocolate covered bacon and rhubarb "chiken" "ribs" are racist bigots.
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Man the turlet is pretty much the last place I want to hear someone tell me I'm perfect.