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This cartoon from gapingvoid totally summarizes my feelings about the "A-list" bloggers. No, I'm not an A-lister. No, I didn't get invited to Foo camp (unlike her and her and her - glad to see the ladies representing!).
I want to be all cool and say, "It doesn't matter, because I didn't want to go anyway," but every time I utter those words, I revert to being a sixth grader, mouth trembling, eyes watering, thinking about the time I wasn't invited to the party that everyone else in my grade was. I'd be lying if I didn't admit I have some serious geek envy going on. (Apparently, I'm not the only one - there's actually a group on 43Things dedicated to getting Foo camp invites.)
I guess this means that (a) I have to actually publish something related to my research that gets noticed by the 1% of people who care about what I do, and (b) I have to get noticed by the media, which means I need to both overcome my slightly introverted nature and be able to rock some pithy quotes on the fly.
What's interesting about the whole A-list blogger scene is that it totally reminds me of high school. Only this time, the drama nerds and the goths and the geeks have come together to rule the school. It reminds me that regardless of how egalitarian we'd like to think intellectual life is (ha ha), it's actually very hierarchical. Ok, so that's not the most profound statement. Sigh - yet another reason why I'm not an A-lister.
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