I think blogs are cool and political and empowering and changing the very notion of communications and democracies and speech and language and art and community. I get excited about the prospects and future of "new media."
One of the women I met at the BlogHer Business conference last week is a professor, and brilliant, and smart, and even SMARTER because she's also British. And I was excited to chat with her because she was saying all these lofty things about the art of writing-for-blogs and how we define "self" and what we share and don't share and what blogging is doing for professionals and just -- it was a very intelligent conversation.
Well, you know. At least one half of the conversation was intelligent.
Because while I was busy being enthralled and discussing all these lofty things, I didn't exactly think ahead to better position my answer to the inevitable question --
"So what's your blog about?"
-- and so, for all my grandiose ideas and sense of self-worth and self-importance, I'm pretty sure my answer did not quite propel me into the British professor's elite list of Impressive Women.
"Oh! Well, lately I've been writing a lot about cat pee."
The conversation didn't last long enough after that for me to be able to mention that not ONLY do I write about my cat's peeing habits, but I ALSO write about such dazzling, profound things as getting stuff stuck in my cleavage. Go figure.