I’m back from the BlissDom blogging conference in Nashville, and it was wonderful to take a break with so many smart, funny, powerful, creative, and determined women who are communicating their stories to the world, one post at a time.
This post isn’t about them.
Surprise! It’s about me. Here’s what I learned in my four days at BlissDom:
1. If you forget to bring any music with you in the car, you can repeatedly hit “seek” on your car radio and listen to wall-to-wall Taylor Swift from Asheville to Nashville if you want to. I did not want to.
2. The Gaylord Opryland is the biggest motherfucking hotel in the world that I have stayed at. [As an aside, I just learned that if your eight-year-old daughter walks in while you are typing “motherfucking”, it is possible for your mouse to move at the speed of light to hit an innocuous page of baby animal pictures on Pinterest].
The hotel has a river inside of it. With boats:
3. The people who work at the Gaylord Opryland hotel are also the nicest people in the world who are not medicated. As far as I know. The concierge slipped a handwritten note under my door thanking me for my shout-outs about the hotel on Twitter. I’m not sure which tweet he was especially thankful for. Maybe this one?
Or this one?
4. The real celebrities are dudes in costumes. Oh, the Blissdom team had lined up major entertainment – Joe Jonas had the mom bloggers squealing, Rascal Flatts played just for us, and a guy named Chris Mann – a contestant on The Voice — serenaded the ladies (and a few guys) at lunch. I ignored them all and went for the real power:
Me, Mandy from The Well-Read Wife, and a dude in a Lorax costume. It was suggested to me that I appear to be touching the Lorax’s junk, so I briefly considered trying to make #loraxjunk trend on Twitter, but then I turned around and OMG! A table full of mini-cheesecakes in shot glasses!
After I got back, I finally had a chance to read all the pre-BlissDom planning posts I’d been meaning to get to in order to prep for the conference. Like this one, from one of my favorite bold and living-out-loud bloggers, Cecily Kellogg, who writes for, among others, MomCrunch at Babble. In the lead-up to BlissDom, she posted “The Culture of Mom Blogging Conferences,” in which she writes: “The line between professional and personal is blurry at these conferences, and working to avoid being “inappropriate” requires a certain kind of watchfulness that can be exhausting ….” [emphasis mine].
Wait a minute. I totally should have read this before I left. We were supposed to act… appropriately? NO WONDER I HAD SO MUCH ENERGY! I wasn’t working at all to avoid being inappropriate! I’m thinking now that maybe I shouldn’t have sent out this tweet:
When I got home and told Matt all about the conference and went on about the great brands and sponsors, and how bloggers are working with brands to monetize their blogs, and how much I learned, he looked at me, sighed, and said, “Pretty much, honey, I don’t think brands are going to want to work with you.” Huh. “Really? Why?” I thought.
So perhaps there’s hope after all. Inappropriate bloggers totally SHOULD be spokespeople for brands. Because inappropriate people BUY SHIT, am I right? We EAT SHIT and WEAR SHIT, don’t we? Maybe you can envision The Reedster teaming up with The California Raisins for a filthy rap about healthy snacks?
Because The Reedster is at least as influential as Stephen Colbert.