7 Things I Realized I Already Knew – BlogHer 2006
The following entry was written by Kathryn of Daring Young Mom.
1. I am a portly guppy, in a small school of fish, in a 20 gallon tank, in the largest pet store in the universe.
So, let’s say I’m the Queen Mother of Ro-Sham-Bo in my Seattle suburb. I head off to the USA Rock Paper Scissors League Championship and am completely slaughtered by the much more experienced and, dare I say, famous competitors. I find myself in total awe of them, only to watch them lose everything at the World Championships. Then I’m even more disillusioned to find that almost no one outside of the RPS subculture has even heard of THEM.
We’re all big. We’re all tiny. We all have a lot to say. We don’t always say everything we intend to and sometimes we say a whole lot more.
2. Size does not matter (unless you’re my publisher and then, yes, stats mean everything. Look how many people will buy my book when it comes out! You want to make ten bucks, right?).
The same way I don’t want my kids growing up knowing the square footage of our pad, I don’t want them knowing how many people read my blog. If by some miracle they’re proud of what I do and not mortally humiliated, I want it to be because they enjoy my writing, not because they think I’m famous with 20 people who live on the internet.
Some of my favorite bloggers have very small readerships but could easily write me under the table if I challenged them to a blog-off.
3. I look better in sexy lingerie.
At the close of the Next Level Naked session, a panel about how much of ourselves we choose to bear on our blogs, Maryam Scoble suggested that naked people are not all that attractive. She prefers a little sexy lingerie, covering up just the right parts and creating some mystery. I loved her analogy and felt that it meshed well with the level of disclosure I am comfortable with on my blog.
Nobody will want to read my blog if I step out into the internet each morning donning a fat parka and ski-pants. On the other hand, you really don’t want to know the status of my bowels, nor do I want to openly berate or embarrass people on my blog.
I want to be as real and open as I can but I also know I have a line. I’m just not sure how sexy I want my lingerie to be. What you may end up finding at my site are flannel pajamas but, by the power of grey skull, they will be attractive flannel pajamas.
4. If I write, I am a writer. End of story
5. Classifications are for Animalia> Chordata> Aves*.
Labels make it way too easy to marginalize or deify an entire group of people without ever looking at individuals. I am not a demographic, a focus group or a market share.
Some of the best moments I had at the conference were conversations with people outside my Technorati tag boundaries. I even found that I had a lot more in common with some of them than I did with many of the mommybloggers I met. If I had been too turned off by their lack of offspring and their constant chatter about their so-called “lives” to strike up a conversation, I would have had a much less enriching experience.
The interesting thing I found at BlogHer was that the same labels were being used by different people with completely opposite connotations. You can’t trust the labels to shield you any more than you can count on them to bring you down so let’s just toss them out with the rest of the useless drama in our lives.
6. The drama? She can kiss my Great Aunt Fanny.
I understand activism, standing up for truth, righteous indignation and all that jazz but more often than not I think “the drama” should hang out at the back of the short bus with her friends “the labels”.
There is so much genuine heartbreak, sadness and turmoil in the world. Why do we feel the need to continuously manufacture drama?
7. I need to get more sleep.
Arianna Huffington, who was oh-so-much more impressive than I expected her to be, said she wanted to start a “movement about sleep.” In her new book On Becoming Fearless she talks a lot about the role of sleep in our lives. She describes the debilitating effects of sleep deprivation and the awful toll it’s taking on our country.
At this point, my kids are sleeping well through the night so I should become as a little child and follow their example. In fact, they sleep even now. Blog out, ya’ll.
*The Birds
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