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…for me this was about facing down those inner demons I have that tell me that I’m not good enough to do this… that I need to feel ashamed because I didn’t get in to…Whether or not it was competitive, I don’t even think that matters, because I think even if it wasn’t compete- if it was the most competitive program in the world, my inner demons would still tell me that, you know, it was because of me and not because of…what the program wanted or how many people applied or who applied. I mean there are so many factors.
Jenna evidently intends to apply again, only this time she’ll try to actually learn what a software engineer actually is, and try to learn some actual code.
And so… now between, now and the next application, I can teach myself, X amount of coding. And hope that that’s enough for them to see that I really want this and that I’m a good candidate for their program…There’s nothing stopping me from just doing the application process three times a year until I get in.
She claims to be 70% of the way there, but since she seems to think software engineering is CSS I think she has further to go before she gets to feminist lady coder tech woman status.
What a glorious year it was for Jenna Cole. She posted pictures of herself in her bra. She made omgsomuchmoney. And her solo parenting finally ended. But surely her greatest moment is being crowned with a Lifetime Failchievement Award. She also mightily swept the Biggest WTF category with Vibratorgate.
Kelle Hampton of ETST won for Biggest Decline, Most Overexposed Children, and Most Insane Fangirling. I’m sure orange Poopasicle is planning a party right now.
Ghost Bev won Best Flounce, though Young House Love came in a close second. Cecily Kellogg won for Worst Photoshopping which surprises no one. Taralynn’s coffee shop fundraiser earned her an award as well.
Dooce blew up the Most Irrelevant category but she will surely continue blogging because that’s what #brave people do. Speaking of #brave, that beat to death word took home an award for Most Overused Phrase.
And finally, “Sarah Ate Two Tacos But I Only Ate One” was your favorite GOMI username. Hey, who doesn’t love tacos, right?
You can check out the voting page here, and thanks to everyone who participated! And a big congrats to the ‘winners’! Gold stars for all of you.
Catherine Connors, the bad haircut formerly behind such awesome wtf piles as Babble, is evidently “launching a new venture and announcing a new partnership” soon. She’s even sending out recruitment calls.
Hey, friends in publishing and media – I’m looking for talent recommendations. I have a couple of editorial positions (junior and senior) to fill, ideally in Chicago or DC area but will consider very talented candidates located elsewhere. Need experience in magazine publishing for more senior position (ideally, children’s/family publications), but also ability to bring digital strategy to the table.
She added “Oh, and: it’s not Disney. Remind me to provide some sort of update on my professional life at some point”. Cat Who Needs A Hat then vaguegrammed about some amazing leap into the ether of the stars which are aligning as they do when destiny happens in your heart and your soul begins to ascend with believing in Crystal Light and then me…or something.
Last year I made some decisions that put me on a highwire – or a tightrope, or a trapeze, or a cliff face, or in any case somewhere really high up and really scary but also really exhilarating. Somewhere I could touch the clouds. A place from which I could make great leaps and – maybe – take flight. And it was terrifying and thrilling but usually mostly terrifying, and today – TODAY – I put my feet on the platform / grabbed the bar / reached the ledge and was able to take a deep breath and go AHA! I MADE IT. And feel the wind whistle in my ears, and look down and feel a little bit (a lot) of vertigo, and have that moment of HOLY SHIT WHAT DID I DO. And, of course, shout for joy. Because I decided to fly, and discovered that I have wings…
She also tagged Jenna Elfman, lest anyone forget she’s bffs with a former famous person, and ended with the “Sorry to be vague. More of the story to come” crap bloggers love so much.
So basically she’s no longer at Disney and probably starting some new thing with Jenna Elfman? Or what? And why is she still in the US? Did she get a new job? I can’t figure out why anyone would hire her after her WOMP WOMP Disney Interactive tenure, but I guess anything is possible when you can purple prose your way out of any corner. At least this means ole Cecily Kellogg might get writing work again, amirite?
Andrew Sullivan, awesome blogger, has announced his intention to stop blogging.
[W]hen you write every day for readers for years and years, as I’ve done, there’s not much left to hide. And that’s why, before our annual auto-renewals, I want to let you know I’ve decided to stop blogging in the near future.
Andrew has been blogging for 15 years, which he says is “long enough to do any single job”, and wants to get back to analog life.
…I am saturated in digital life and I want to return to the actual world again…I want to read again, slowly, carefully. I want to absorb a difficult book and walk around in my own thoughts with it for a while. I want to have an idea and let it slowly take shape, rather than be instantly blogged…I want to spend some real time with my parents, while I still have them, with my husband, who is too often a ‘blog-widow’, my sister and brother, my niece and nephews, and rekindle the friendships that I have simply had to let wither because I’m always tied to the blog.
Andrew pioneered the personal blog paywall two years ago, an idea that was attempted by The Feminist Breeder and Marlboro Woman, as well as others. He concluded by saying “Some things are worth cherishing precisely because they are finite. Things cannot go on for ever”, and said “it is so hard to finish this sentence and publish this post”.
Now that their niche is being killed off by the rise of softly filtered ‘lifestyle blogging’, mommy bloggers are seeking new ways to stay relevant. Well now they can cling to a last shred of possible fame by applying to join the cast of a mommy blogger reality show.
A major cable television network and an award-winning television production company are on a nationwide search for Mom bloggers to feature on a new docuseries.
The call claims the “ideal candidate should be an active blogger with a big personality and a family who feels comfortable sharing its journey and experiences”, and hopes to cast “a variety of women and capture their everyday lives in a thoughtful and genuine manner”.
I can’t help but think this will be nothing more than “American Blogger: The Series”. I mean, would anyone REALLY watch this besides other mommy bloggers? I guess I just don’t get what would be television worthy about a bunch of middle class sahms posting to instagram all day. But I don’t get Honey Boo Boo either, so sure, why not.