I keep reading and rereading the Wall Street Journal‘s article about Mommy Blogger Conferences. I read all of the follow up blog posts where irate bloggers, some of whom are friends, trash the author and her snarky attitude. The overall gist of the article is that a bunch of silly women who have jumped on the swag train spend a crap ton of money to go to conferences to party with their friends in the hopes of scoring some free loot and/or drink tickets. Well. That would be because it is true. Some people do that.

Perhaps it is because my blog is small and I don’t depend on it for income, the WSJ article didn’t bother me. Some people do attend conferences because they want to get away from their families. I won’t lie and say that it isn’t a perk for me to escape the tedium of the day-to-day when I attend conferences. They are fun. They are supposed to be. They are essentially recruiting experiences for those who decide to treat them that way.


I’ve learned so much from the conferences I’ve attended about how much goes into turning a blog into an income-producing business. And right now, I’m in an odd place with the “business of blogging.” It seems that my most popular posts are those in which I don’t hold back. When I share exactly who and what I am, people respond. Sometimes, I curse in them. To be honest, that’s how I talk in real life. Of course, I have some sense. When I’m on the news, out in public, or with my children, I don’t generally do that. But my true authentic self, which everyone in the blogging world seems so hung up on because it creates great content, says ‘fuck’ quite often.

Oopsie. Said a bad word.

I’ve had people tell me that I’ll never get hired or be allowed to write for them because of that. But really? If that keeps some raggedy yogurt brand from hiring me to write about their shit ass yogurt I don’t really care about anyway, then that’s okay with me. And even when I was on my best behavior, I still wasn’t being chosen for the opportunities I really wanted. It makes me think I ought to consider going in a different direction with the blog. Then I know I’m right, when something like this happens. It makes me know that I’d rather save my pennies and go to Disney on my own terms. Pandering is not something I suffer gladly.

But for those people, especially someone I admire, like Katherine Stone, who felt her comments were taken out of context in the WSJ, I feel badly. Katherine is an advocate and an amazing force in the blog world. She wrote an apology, which I didn’t feel was necessary, but it was heartfelt. She didn’t deserve to be lumped into the swag whore group looking to get dump their kids on Grandma. She’s much better than that.

And so am I. Eff bombs and all.