No wonder Matt [1] 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 [2] 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 [3].
David [4] said, there is no more perfect metaphor describing the future of journalism. I like to think of it as the perfect allegory [5] 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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