Mom 2.0 Summit: Le Recap

So I’m stranded at the New Orleans airport for nine four hours Saturday waiting for my flight to Newark and because I’m a disciplined blogger bored I decide to write my Mom 2.0 recap post.

Which because I’m cranky and tired, will take the form of observations tossed together with no regard for coherence. The post is also laden with references to other bloggers that may feel insider-y but trust me — even if you don’t recognize the names, click on the links. These women are all eminently clickable.

Wait for it.

• Mormon mom bloggers are more fun sober than most non-Mormon mom bloggers drunk. Don’t try to outdo Allison and Rachael in the shocking department, you will fail.
• Drinking Hurricanes imbues some women with the ability to read menus upside down, Alli will confirm.
• Marinka is as dry and devastating in person as she is on her blog. When I told her how brilliant she is, she regarded me coolly and said, “Yes, I am.”
• Eden and Alice are like every cool, liberated woman my mother ever hung with in the 70s while pursuing her creative writing MFA. This caused me to regress to pre-adolescence during their panel and I was too afraid to say hi afterward.
• Karen has started podcasting. This is smart because her voice is divine. She sounds the way a good red wine tastes. That’s the best metaphor I can come up with because I’m tired and growing more unfocused by the moment.
• If you’re going to tweet song lyrics ironically in response to something a humor ninja like Wendi tweets, get your lyrics right. (F***ing Rupert Holmes.)
• Erin needs to live in my pocket so I can pull her out whenever I’m feeling cranky or sad.
• Gabrielle needs to move to NJ and art direct my life. I’m sure her six children and husband can spare her.
• Ellen is a wonderful companion when you’re stranded in the New Orleans airport for sixteen four hours. She’s in publishing, and it’s to my credit I did not once attempt to sell her on the concept of a book based on my amusing marriage.
• If you could hand-pick the woman you want speaking on behalf of the mom blogging community to the outside world, Liz is it. Allow me to name-drop that she’s moderating a BlogHer panel in August I happen to be on, along with two other PR women named Stephanie. Those other Stephanies can throw in the towel now because I know Liz likes me best and will give me all the good questions.
• I think I want to marry Jenny, but since she and I are both straight and happily married to Victor and the Russian, I will settle for buying text ads on her blog as proof of my devotion.
• Megan is the person you want schlepping you around the French Quarter. She’s passionate about New Orleans and patient with dopey friends who’ve never been to the city and keep asking when it’s time to have the beignets.
• Turns out “I’m here for a mom blogger conference” is easily misinterpreted by a certain kind of fraternity boy as “I am an old lady but receptive to your drunken advances.”

Lest you think I spent the whole conference wheeling around the Ritz like a girl crush-y fool, I will mention I was actually there to moderate a discussion on women and entrepreneurship. My panelists were Erica, Shelly and the aforementioned Gabrielle – three consummate professionals and wonderful human beings. They were a moderator’s dream.

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