Two actual conversations at BlogHer:
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Sarah McColl: blah blah blah my own blog…
Me: I love your blog!
Sarah: You know my blog?
Me: Of course!
I mean, duh, Sarah! How could you not realize I love your blog? Just because, you know, I haven’t gotten around to ever linking to it or talking about it? Pfft. Silly girl.
Readers, Sarah is totally the thrifty gal’s Martha Stewart, and cute as a bug’s ear. Go learn how to be fabulous from her.
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2
Me: Wait, I haven’t added you to my blogroll yet, have I?
Corinna from A Celebration of Curves: NO, YOU HAVEN’T! What the hell is up with that?
Good question, Corinna. You’re there now!
Readers, Corinna has forgotten more about plus-size fashion than you will ever know. She’s started a cool series of interviews with designers, and has all sorts of plans to expand the blog. Get in there now and say you knew her when.
(Also, that reminds me, Dear Monif C. — I LOVE your designs, but the dress I ordered from you back in December — which should have fit, according to the size chart — was way too big [see below]. 
And it was the smallest size. And I’m a good, solid 16. Running big is not at all a bad thing when you’re catering to a market that’s used to stuff being too small, but could you maybe do like Kiyonna and offer a “0X,” so I could start sending you a ton of money? And while you’re at it, add some sizes larger than 24, so many of my friends can also start sending you a ton of money? I know you’re newish, the business is small, you can only do so much — and once again, I lovelovelove the stuff you’re doing and highly recommend it to those who do fall in your size range. I’m just saying. Love, Kate)
(Also, Dear Universe — I love my hair in that picture. Why, oh why did you let the man responsible for it move to Minneapolis?)
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Two other people I met this weekend and just added to the blogroll: Dietgirl Shauna and Poundy Wendy. I only recently became aware of Shauna, who is not actually on a diet anymore, but pretty much stuck with the name. She’s adorable. And Australian, which is always a plus. Wendy, on the other hand, I’ve been reading for a hundred and five years. Why the fuck haven’t I linked to her before (other than in the previous post)? Your guess is as good as mine.
Also, Wendy, I finally bought your book, and I think you’re going to have to sign it for me in the near future. At a bar.
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I also loved meeting Weet and Laurie Toby Edison, and I wish I’d gotten to talk to so many people more (or at all).
WHY DON’T YOU ALL LIVE IN CHICAGO?
Updated: more (and better) pics after the jump.
Because I’m a weather wimp. Assuming that last question included me, of course. So why don’t you live in Portland?
Of course it included you, Meowser. And I’m a rain wimp. Dammit.
Corinna’s an old friend and one terrific woman. I can hear her voice saying exactly that to you. Glad that you have connected.
She mentioned that she was friends with you, Roberta! We both remarked on your awesomeness. :)
Oh, and, uh, I guess you belong on the blogroll too, huh? Done.
Excuse me, Kate? On behalf of the universe, I’d like to point out that your hairdresser moved to Minneapolis as a sign that you should, too.
Just reading about BlogHer makes me want to be a blogger. I keep forgetting that you live in Chicago. I would love to get together sometime.
Whoah! So wasn’t sucking up for that. But yay!
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Wait, where did he move to in Minneapolis? I ask because my hair looks terrible.
Paula and everstar, sadly, he not only moved to Minneapolis, he STOPPED CUTTING HAIR and reportedly went into real estate. For reals, I would be going to Mpls. every 8 weeks otherwise.
I’m a new subscriber via bloglines. One of my readers sent me a post on your site and I linked to it, then KevinMD linked to it and tipped me as the source.
KevinMD, while I suspect he is of average weight, is HUGE in the medical blogging community. You probably got a huuuuge number of hits from him.
Anyhoo, I’ve enjoyed your blog for the past week. It is now my absolute and ultimate blogging goal to see my site linked on your blogroll. I will have died and gone to heaven when that happens.
Don’t do it yet — make me beg.
Not only is Sarah’s blog adorable, but she’s an absolute dish.
Thought you might be interested in this. Or more accurately, I thought it might be interesting to get your take on this.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/6921882.stm
A Shy Lurker
Fat doctor — heh. All right, I won’t add you to this blogroll just yet, but I might go ahead and add you to our fat health care horror stories site (which has not officially launched yet). And you can continue to suck up around here. :) I’d love another cup of coffee right now, if you’re getting up.
Withoutscene, where are you? I thought you weren’t in Chicago. Definitely let me know when you’re here.
Shy Lurker, thanks. That IS interesting.
Fillyjonk, I KNOW. You can’t sit too close to Sarah. The rays of gorgeousness start to singe your hair. (See how I left all that space between us in the group pic? It wasn’t just because I was too preoccupied with grabbing Weet’s ass to stand in a way that would make the picture look better.)
I stopped reading KevinMD quite a long time back because of the relentless fat-shaming and sneering, defensive patient-blaming. Just a warning to Shapelers who might drop in there expecting something different.
Thanks for the tip, Lauredhel. He has been sending me a lot of traffic — but when I saw the link, I did get the sense that he was saying, “This is ridiculous” not “This is tragic” (re: Thorn’s post).
The good news? All the new comments on that post have been supportive of Thorn. So even if he was trying to sneer at us for “blaming doctors,” the people who came via his site still got the message loud and clear.
DAMMIT.
Real estate? That’s a bit of a comedown. I wonder if he’ll return to styling now that the housing market is not what it was.
sniff snort chopped liver whimper.
It helps if you include your url when you whine, Deborah. :) (I’ve looked at your blog via Roberta before, but I don’t remember where it is!)
Ok… I don’t want to be blunt, and I know you’re taken, but: YOU’RE FECKIN’ SEXY! :P
Carry on… ^_^
Jon B., uh, thanks, but two things:
1) “Taken” is a pretty loaded term. I’m sure your intentions were good, but you’re going to want to watch language that frames women as men’s property — and suggests that if they were not in relationships, they would be available for the “taking” to whomever got there first, regardless of their own desires.
I made a choice to be with Al, and I keep making that choice every day. Big difference between that and having a “Property of Al” stamp on my ass, you know?
2) I’m also old enough to be your grandmother. :)
Boy is my face red. I thought my name was hyperlinked, since I type it in when I set up the comment area.
d’OH!
Anyway: Property of a Lady is kind of unimpressive today since I just got back from vacation.
Deborah, we’re even on the red-facedness, because I just realized I wrote “wine” for “whine” and left it up there for nearly 24 hours. (One of my favorite things about this being my blog, though, is that I can edit the typos out of my own comments.)
And you’re linked!
Yay!
OMG! I am blushing! I am honored! Through and through, thank you. Also, um, Kate? I hope there are many nights of boozy drinks and lake breezes in our future because I think you are a smart as whip live wire whose energy is infectious! Hope you didn’t mind my rambling about “living with passion…” :)
Sarah, I haven’t picked a date yet, but I’m fully intending to get my ass to New York within the next couple of months. You must come out and tell me more about living with passion when I do!
Whoops.. Look like I have to redeem yourself.\
1. Actually you are right. I feel like a heel because many of my points are centered around recognition of various oversimplifications (Por ejemple: ZOMGZ LE OBESITY EPIDEMIC!!!! UR FAT LOLOLOLLZZZZZ! ONE1ELEVEN!”, “Losing weight counters acceptance of oneself.”), and yet me describing you as being “Taken” wouldn’t be any different. I use the term a lot, and personaly I imply relationships as being 50/50. Plus I don’t personally think that the second you end up being single, that you’ll be on the finger of another man in seconds, but I guess using the term like that would imply that’s what I meant. I’m sorry for being too vague on the whole thing, and I really hope that I didn’t offend you.
2. No you’re not! Don’t go there. *Snaps Fingers*
But since you want to play ze age game: FOXY GRANDMA! :P :P
Great…. I’m totally sounding like your everday 19 year-old right now. :P (SIGH)
Wait, who did your hair? I live in Minneapolis and I need a stylist!