Rumours
June 30, 2008
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:
No comment.



You are coming! Hooray! I would be envious that you are sleeping with Y, but I am sleeping with Heather B.
So, we're even.
I love rumors. It means people are jealous.
And it's, obviously, always good to have people jealous of you.
Hey, it worked for Tonya Harding. Oh wait, I guess it didn't.
I heard you elbowed her in the booby. Someone who may or may not have commented on my blog or who may or may not have Twittered me about it and tiny-url-ed me a profile of your face tattooed on their ankle said that this was true and that IzzyMom needs more ice.
Enjoy BlogHer, you conference pass extortionist, you. xxoo
I used to be a fan of the person you're referring to; I had no idea that she meant you. Oh, how silly that drama was; it gave me the impression that BlogHer was too petty and dramatic for my tastes. Hope you have a kick-ass time!
YAY! I know you don't actually know me from Eve, but I'm so excited that I might be able to meet you after reading you since before Noah was born.
I'm with Mom101 -- last year there was zero drama at BlogHer. Maybe I just felt more comfortable, maybe people in general just were getting used to the concept of computer friends being real friends, but it felt much less like Internet dating and much more like a college reunion. Don't worry - you'll be shocked at how chill we've become, despite the copious amounts of wine. :)
See you there!
I heard some weird drama that someone accused another blogger of writing like you do...and she hadn't ever heard of you and once she read some of your stuff was all "I don't sound as good as Amalah!" And while she doesn't sound much like you, the similarities I can see are that she's articulate and is a mom. Like so many other A-list mommy bloggers. Cripes, ladies. Don't you realize the MEN are the real enemy? I mean, they SMELL bad and don't get our subtle hints and forget important dates. That's who we should be picking on! :)
Otherwise, I hadn't heard a dang thing!
I was hoping you might be at the DC BlogHer, but I realized that is kinda near TiVo's b-day and you'd either be in labor there or contaminating your new babalah with ten hundred thousand well-meaning mommies. Maybe you could send Noah as a stand-in? :)
Wow, I have no idea about the rumour you're referencing and I thought I was all over the blogosphere like a bad smell.
I'm glad you're coming, looking forward to meeting you.
I'm about to pee in my pants. And I'm totally going to start a rumor about you, and then totally deny it, just so I can come over and apologize for what I didn't really say. Just so I can meet you.
*That sounds bad, because it sounds like I think you DID say something, which I totally don't. I'm just saying that in order for YOU to think I started a rumor, I'm going to have to actually do it.
I didn't know they have dramma there. Dear God, help us all.
Yay! I'm so glad you're going to be there! I've always wanted to meet you. :)
Yo,
Love the site. Delicious child. Had to give up tv for like a week in order to get caught up on your archives. You go to the zoo a lot for a gal who claims she's not down with it. Also, I have finally started reading Amalah as Aim uh luh (progress) but my husband keeps thinking it is a muslim site or something everytime he sees it in the history(lacking progress - this has been going on for some time). Sorry last thing. I love Ceiba, he or she is freaking hilarious.
Hurray now that you will be there we can inappropriately attack you and make you take a picture with us...wait...that was last time....I'll have to think of something new this time around..hmm
You are going to BlogHer? Awesome. Wanna take me with you? Like seriously, take me with you? Cause I have a little plan to get me there, in spirit. Cause Australia is a little teeny bit far away don'tcha think?
If you want to help me out either visit my blog (in the sidebar) or email me. And I will love you forever and stuff. Well I will anyway..
For those of us not going to Blogher, could you maybe drink a little more wine this year. What is a Blogher hangover with out drama and rumors?