Obama Live Streamed into the Grand Ballroom to open BlogHer12. And in under a couple of hours I will join a group of women to discuss Blogging Into MidLife: The Tension between the Online Spotlight and Offline Invisibility. It brings back a memory that has never faded dating back to when I turned 50. I was walking down Park Avenue in the 40s. There was a BMW office with large windows and I saw this woman in the window and wondered who she was. On a second look I realized it was a reflection of “self” that brought me to tears. That woman did not square with my image of me. Simultaneously I realized construction workers no longer murmured rude compliments under their breath. And on other fronts I felt I had reached a point where no one seemed to really cared if I was at the party or not.
Seriously, other than motherhood when I felt that my identity had been submerged to the status of being my child’s mother, age 50 became my first acknowledged crisis with invisibility that had less to do with being a black woman and more to do with age. And as I have aged young, I find that my dance with invisibility rears its head much more frequently.
So it is an honor to have the opportunity to engage in productive conversation about the marginalization that hinders the blogosphere’s ability to deal forthrightly with what really is. More later my reader/friends on the response of the audience and the day’s learnings.