This morning I received a comment about my post yesterday about the media mavens party.
“I am surprised you would write such a thing. I went with a friend who was also late but instead of sitting at the bar tweetering, I went ahead and introduced myself to one of the bloggers. First of all half the people there were wearing things you could get at forever 21 or macys. They just know how to make an outfit look more expensive than it really is. It was a networking event and most of the girls hosting were nice enough to chat with people and even went out of their way to come and talk to me. Instead of sitting at a bar, tweetering and not giving people chances, you should have come out of your shell and mingled more. I don’t really know the glamazon diaries girl but I think to blast her event on your blog and call people you don’t know “bobos” is unfair.”
First of all, it’s “twittering” Not tweetering.
Second of all, I should have clarified, it was a lovely party. However, what I may have not touched on, though I feel I did, it was not my scene. And coming from someone who often doesn’t do well in large social situations such as the party where I went in uncertain of what to expect, I got anxious. That was what the post was about. Many of my lovely freaders understood this and some even empathized with me.
My post was not meant to trash the people there, they’re not my crowd. My outsider paranoias, judgments, and insecurities were what I was speaking on behalf of. There’s nothing wrong with that. I referred to them as “bo-bo’s” but it wasn’t meant to be a derogatory term. They’re socialites, they’re the big guns on the DC party scene. I’m not. It was, quite simply, an intimidating social situation for me.
Unfortunately, many of us, don’t have the…dare I say it…balls to go up to complete strangers and introduce themselves. I don’t. I didn’t. That’s me. Good for you for having the courage to do so. Come out of my shell you say? Hmmm…if I’ve been battling these same insecurities for twenty five and half years, I’m going to go ahead and say…easier said than done. Now some may say “get over your insecurities” I would love to! I would really! But, well…my insurance is picky about counseling and I don’t really have the time to do it anyhow.
But honestly, some of have this little thing called…insecurities. I have a lot of them. We all do. Mine are social situations where I don’t know anyone. Seriously. It’s a quality I would LOVE to work on but that takes a lot of courage that I didn’t have. My post was more about realizing that I didn’t need to battle these insecurities anymore because I should be happy with what I have. Some of us aren’t meant to go out six nights per week to party down. Some of us are happier curled up at home with a bottle of wine, good music and enjoying the company of one other person (and a dog). I made that realization…that’s what the post was about.
Good for you for having the courage to talk to random people. Good for you for making nice with the UNIDENTIFIED HOSTS. But where do YOU get off coming to MY blog and TRASHING me – clearly you were likely a first time visitor, or a first time commenter at the very least because you MISINTERPRETED my post that you deemed trashing the very socialites you likely roll with. So sorry. So sorry.
But yesh, the Media Mavens party was lovely but the social environment was simply not for me. Sue me for having slight social anxieties. But I don’t feel I trashed anyone or the party itself. And if I did? Then i apologize to the hosts and everyone who worked hard on the event. But I can’t apologize for my insecurities or for what I wrote. *
*I often feel the need to post about negative comments I receive to publicly defend myself. Also, I like to repost them so that they feel like a jerk for writing shitty things to someone they don’t know 
Call me an asshole but my mama taught me if I don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. Especially to someone I don’t know. Online.
