Breathe in, I'm a fresh-faced marcom exec ready to conquer Silicon Valley. Breathe out, I'm talking about
whinging online mummy blogging to a room full of young PRs that have my same bright eyes and enthusiasm.
How did that happen?
I was at MS&L this week helping them to swot up on the whole mummy blogging phenomenon and explaining how they can work with parent bloggers (and not annoy them).
They were a very willing (and able) audience. I guess I wasn't surprised to see that PR is still a pink collar ghetto (there was one lone male in a sea of summer skirts). And only three of the 15 or so had children.
Do you remember what life was like before children? Me neither. Maybe if I squint. No, I'd have to down a bottle of wine. And sit in a darkened room.
In case you are wondering there was really no point to this post. Just that I am suddenly feeling like something has passed me by. I can just see my mother laughing quiety to herself about this one.
