The last and only time I went to Blogher, I had a great time. Seriously fabulous. Then I came home and learned that a fairly weird rumor was making the rounds about me -- somebody said I said something hurtful about somebody else, and although I could never quite nail down the specifics of who and what and huh, what I was able to piece together was something like this:
Somebody wrote something on their blog, quoting something they'd supposedly overheard an anonymous "mommyblogger" say about another blogger. This quote, which may or may not have actually been said by ANYONE, or at the very least was taken ridiculously out of context, somehow got attributed to me and expanded offline to include all sorts of other hurtful stuff. It sure didn't sound like anything I would ever say (mostly because I DIDN'T SAY IT), but still. I think the crazier the rumor, the harder it is to sputter out a believable-sounding denial. I did deny it, of course, and apologized in case I had said something as a joke (hi, wine! lots of it!) that had gotten misunderstood and twisted around. The injured parties assured me they believed me, but still. It's an ooky feeling to realize people think You Might Be That Sort Of Person, especially after meeting you in real life, when you're supposed to be safe from misinterpreted tone of typing or spam-filtered emails or a forgotten winking emoticon.
Anyway, it was all very strange and annoying and hopefully I'm the only person who even remembers it by now. Which brings me to the point of this post:
Listen. If you hear some CRAZY PUNK ASS rumor that I went and broke our own dear IzzyMom's foot with a baseball bat over a discounted conference pass just so I could indeed go to Blogher this year after all, let me just say right up front: