The Bill of I'm Rights
So, I got the spur-of-the-moment chance to go to DC late last week for the Politics Online Conference, representing Personal Democracy Forum, a site covering politics and technology. I recently became their associate editor, so I've grown more and more immersed in the world of Web politics which takes on its own subcultural life of its own, sometimes entirely severed from the newspaper, broadcast media political world many are used to.
I love politics, and have years of experience covering various aspects of the Web tech biz, so I fit in, but only to a certain degree. I know it sounds like totally delusional bullshit, but I don't really consider myself a blogger, despite the fact that I maintain this here blog. I don't really engage in much political activism -- online or off -- and I honestly rarely read blogs (besides the one I need to follow on the PDF site because I get paid for it). Overall, I don't find the chronological organization of blogs, or the typical layout to be conducive to reading for an extended period of time. But mostly, I just don't give a shit what most people think, unless they're spouting conspiratorial nonsense on talk radio. Then, I'm all ears....
But back to DC: I got wasted both nights I was there, the first night with some cool folks from The New York Times, and the second at a party my friend threw for just about everybody at the conference. Man, the guys were SLIMY! I've partied with nasty punk rockers and scuzzy bikers, dirty hippies and drugged-out artists, but I've never been around so many slimy dudes in my life. More than one guy took the liberty of feeling me up, or rubbing his legs against me or caressing my face -- or attempting to do so before I pushed him off me.
Who knew politics attracted creeps?
Oh yeah -- one more thing. I did make it to The National Archives the day after the party, home to our nation's most important documents, The Declaration of Independence, The Constitution and The Bill of Rights. I'm kinda nerdy about that shit, and felt as though I really was in the presence of greatness while in the rotunda they're stored in for viewing. I have to say, that the reason most people appreciate these documents and the sentiments behind them is because they protect people's individual freedoms. It's sad to be waiting in line to see them and contemplate them when all you can think is, "I wanna kill this annoying bitch behind me. Won't somebody shut her up?" Hey, it's a good thing we still have the freedom to think malicious thoughts.
I love politics, and have years of experience covering various aspects of the Web tech biz, so I fit in, but only to a certain degree. I know it sounds like totally delusional bullshit, but I don't really consider myself a blogger, despite the fact that I maintain this here blog. I don't really engage in much political activism -- online or off -- and I honestly rarely read blogs (besides the one I need to follow on the PDF site because I get paid for it). Overall, I don't find the chronological organization of blogs, or the typical layout to be conducive to reading for an extended period of time. But mostly, I just don't give a shit what most people think, unless they're spouting conspiratorial nonsense on talk radio. Then, I'm all ears....
But back to DC: I got wasted both nights I was there, the first night with some cool folks from The New York Times, and the second at a party my friend threw for just about everybody at the conference. Man, the guys were SLIMY! I've partied with nasty punk rockers and scuzzy bikers, dirty hippies and drugged-out artists, but I've never been around so many slimy dudes in my life. More than one guy took the liberty of feeling me up, or rubbing his legs against me or caressing my face -- or attempting to do so before I pushed him off me.
Who knew politics attracted creeps?
Oh yeah -- one more thing. I did make it to The National Archives the day after the party, home to our nation's most important documents, The Declaration of Independence, The Constitution and The Bill of Rights. I'm kinda nerdy about that shit, and felt as though I really was in the presence of greatness while in the rotunda they're stored in for viewing. I have to say, that the reason most people appreciate these documents and the sentiments behind them is because they protect people's individual freedoms. It's sad to be waiting in line to see them and contemplate them when all you can think is, "I wanna kill this annoying bitch behind me. Won't somebody shut her up?" Hey, it's a good thing we still have the freedom to think malicious thoughts.
posted by Connie Sewer at 10:06 PM
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