The Fabulous Life of Bloggers
There was a time, long long ago-ok, whatever, last week-when I hadn’t a care in the world as to how I looked walking around DC drunk and/or dressed like a bag lady who shops at Coach and Gap. The odds of seeing someone, I knew were pretty slim to none, and if I had, so what? They already knew me and knew that I was weird and sometimes I can’t dress myself. Then one day while traipsing around Bethesda, with a giant coffee stain on my shirt talking to myself, I thought of my blog and that people from the Blogosphere live and work in Bethesda and holy hell, what would I do if they saw me? While my blog isn’t anonymous, I have posted my picture once (if you had your picture taken with Alfre Woodward, who also resides on Wisteria Lane, you’d show that shit off as well), but still what if. I’m not all that popular in the blogosphere nor am I all that cool, but still I feared it. Lizzie, touched on this earlier, but more than anything, I fear meeting a possible “blogebrity” in the real world. Will I look good? Do I approach them? Is it the same as seeing a movie or television celebrity? Do you leave them alone?
Last week Amy emailed me (I had emailed her some time ago) asking if I could babysit. Could I say no? Umm no. Because come on now it’s the Queen of Everything*. So is one able to freak out when meeting an awesome blogger? Under most circumstances, I would have, but I didn’t. I was cool and we talked about her boobs and whether or not Noah has a bed time. It was nice, better yet, it was easy because I knew about her and she (kind of) knew about me. You see that’s the plus side of blogging and then meeting your fellow bloggers, they already know so much about you so there’s no need to be nervous and all “what do I say?” You already know my likes and dislikes and that I’m a neurotic freak. There’s no need for the small talk, because I can ask you not just about your brother, but how your brother is doing after the death of his hamster (ok I made that shit up, you get the point).
To be honest, the one thing I forget about bloggers (and I am dead serious here) is that they aren’t-we aren’t-just some people in a computer. We’re real people with real lives who are putting ourselves out there. And it’s nice to know** that people like us and if you were to see one of the non-anonymous ones on the street, please say hi.
Ok, I like to feel special and loved. Shut it.
*The Queen of Everything, was great and Noah man is the cutest freaking thing in the world and the sweetest baby. It was a pleasure babysitting for him and for them. This is a new mom, who trusted me with her baby and she was awesome about it. Not one phone call, except to say that they would be late. Those pictures of Noah do not do that child justice. Oh, and Amy looked good in her suit and is considerably smaller than me and I’ve never had a baby. And Jason is really tall. The End.
**By the way, it's also awesome when you DE-LURK! just a thought there...but seriously think about it.