"The best DNC moment"

No wonder Matt had a huge grin on his face after this happened. I was so oblivious about who she was, I took it as one lesser mortal trying to upstage this goddess and blogdiva.

Oh yeah baby, I'm having a moment here.

The Democratic National Committee Winter Meeting was exactly that --a meeting to discuss the order of business within the DNC and it's caucauses. Fascinating stuff to witness for someone who is as clueless as I am on what people actually do within political parties.

So, during the general session there was a discussion lull involving financial reports. I stepped out to get a soda --an endeavor that at the horrid Washington Hilton took an eternity to complete.

When I come back to my seat, I see a woman sitting on my chair --notwithstanding the fact I had left my laptop, purse, camera, podcasting gear and basically everything that no self-respecting blogdiva would blog without.

My first thought was "bitch, get off my seat". Being the marginally professional diva that I am, I calmly requested the woman's attention and said to her : "Excuse me, you're in my seat."

Now, you have to understand something : This woman happened to be sitting in the credentialed bloggers section. This was where a big chunk of the top bloggers were covering the action. We were even making fun of Ezra loosing his coolness credentials because he was working that day and had to sit in the press section.

So when I come back to my seat, eventhough I found this woman marginally familiar, she was not anybody I recognized --and honey, I pride myself in knowing everybody that is anybody in the blogosphere.

So Ms. Thing looks at me a bit askew. I apologized for the inconvenience but once again requested she leave. "Take your time", I said. And she did. The woman moved at the speed of molasses and took what seemed like an eternity to move. When she finally did, I thanked her and proceeded to get back to my blogging. She on the other hand did not leave until she left a "Hmmph" and a little hiss trailing behind her.

I was amused because, being the blogdiva, I can respect a little attitude here and there.

Then I get an email with the subject line Best DNC moment : The look of shock and confusion on [her] face was priceless - it was pretty clear she's not used to being told that she has to move so someone else can sit down.

"She" was Maureen Dowd.

David said, there is no more perfect metaphor describing the future of journalism. I like to think of it as the perfect allegory describing the present tensions between journos and bloggers.

'Cause honey, I did not work hard to get that seat so that a Maureen Dowd could waltz in and take it away from me. Nuh-huh girlfriend ... get off my seat.

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