Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/you-get-what-you-give-blogher-part-2/
Being a wide-eyed rookie guy among a 98 percent female BlogHer population made my experience in San Jose a lot different, so my recaps read like a USO worker in 1968 Vietnam – I didn’t see a lot of dead bodies and everyone was nice to me because they wanted entertainment.
In past few years, I would read my fellow writers conference trips, BlogHer and others, and felt like a little kid looking at a shiny bike through the department store window, smudging my nose against the pane, enviously looking through glass.
Friday day night, Day 2, was a little less business in front and more party in back. The highlight of BlogHer is the Voices Of The Year. This conference’s theme was 10×10, ten speakers for the 10th year of BlogHer. The personal tales of the amazing women who spoke were breathtaking. Topics ranging from drug and alcohol addiction, how personal blogging was life-saving, racism, and my personal favorite, one by @firemom aka Jenna Hatfield, on suicide, were awe-inspiring. I honestly don’t think you can read and hear these 10 people speak and not be a changed person.
I needed relief from the ringer of VOTR. Killer karaoke was calling. Full disclosure; I hate non-singers warbling into open mikes to canned tracks. This is why I abhor American Idol. You know me, punk rock forever. I make exceptions for my spouse (who slayed the crowd with Sugarland’s Stay) and close friends like Nancy Davis Kho aka @midlifemixtake, who wowed with Going Back To Cali, and my http://www.leftypop.com Lefty Pop partner in crime, Linda Roy, an actual singer with her Americana band, Jehovas Waitresses, who killed with Tom Petty’s American Girl.
I then went looking for the Queerasphere Party because those are my people, but ran into writer and publishing guru Norine Dworkin-McDaniel in the hotel lobby. I swear I used to party like a rockstar, but I’m old(er) now, and at BlogHer I seemed to turn every social moment into a 45 minute conversation about writing or editing or publishing or books or social media. I should have a Charlie Rose-like show where I put people to sleep except for the 4 other writing wonks who care about this crap 24/7. Norine dropped knowledge like it was hot and even let me buy her a club soda. Her informal session may have been the biggest professional highlight of BlogHer. I wanted to go back to my room and fill up a notebook.
I did make it to the party, very late, and other than a Sweet Home Alabama moment – you have a baby, in a hotel room party, at almost midnight, I met more awesome people, the best of which was Jenna Hatfield, the VOTR speaker. It was a really nice conversation. Again, track her stuff down either on the BlogHer website or her blog.
I made my way back to the lobby, hang with my wife and her new friends, including a bright new face, @LostInAsgard, where we blabbed for almost an hour about comic books and superhero movies. Could I be any geekier? Okay, fine, I could have talked to her all night. The new Wonder Woman in the Batfleck movie looks like Xena the Warrior Princess. Are you kidding me?
I can say this about the BlogHer writers and conference attendees. They should run Hollywood. I laughed more and saw much more entertainment there, than I have on television and in movies, in years.
Saturday, Day 3 wasn’t as eventful. Where does BlogHer get their eggs, RubberFood R Us? My morning session was on social media advertising. HELLO!? Wake up! Jessica the Domestic Pirate and I liked it, got a lot out of it, made more sarcastic comments into each other’s ears than the Guinness Book Of Records can count, but figured out how to make Lefty Pop take over the internet sooner rather than later. Then it was time for Scandal, a Kardashian and cheeseburger sliders (thanks @juliedeneen).
Kerry Washington was the keynote. I know her as being The Thing’s girlfriend in the Fantastic Four movies, again, nerddom, but you may recognize her as the female lead in Scandal, where everyone sleeps with the President, 5 people a show are killed and Kerry’s Olivia Pope makes it all better while society’s moral compass is shattered into a million pieces. She was fascinating and pretty.
Khloe Kardashian was downstairs. I realize this was a chance for me to take out one of those and make the world a better place, but my 18-year-old daughter begged me for a picture and autograph, so my wife took the bullet instead of Khloe. I’m a better parent than pop culture assassin. My wife said she was extremely nice, asked for my daughter’s name, and treated her well. Sucks when evil doesn’t do what you want it to do.
Next time, Run’s house, grumpy selfies, and all of the people who make the internet good.
I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, very soon.
The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com