Confession time. On Saturday I did something a little outside of my comfort zone…
Now stick with me… it is going to sound SO BORING and I am the first person to think that anything too cerebral at the weekend is a complete waste of brain cells (and brunch time obvs. Girl gotta eat croissants).
But it was too inspiring (I literally wanted to start sharing Maya Angelou quotes right then and there and read Girl Boss for the rest of the night) not to give it a little mention.
Sooooo (don’t all unsubscribe and call me a geek and throw pencils at my head)… I spent my day at a coding event.
Yes you read that right and no I haven’t lost my tiny little mind.
Run by the formidable alliance of Elle magazine, Twitter and Code First Girls, #ThisGirlCodes was the best thing I’ve done in FOREVER.
Apart from that time I ate Chinese takeaway in the bath.
Let’s put this in perspective, Saturday started out hungover, running on four hours of sleep and with the dawning realisation I was about to spend my day staring at a computer screen for another eight hours. Not the one.
BUT I AM SO GLAD I IGNORED MY BRAIN (which mainly was just looking for the nearest source of carbohydrates) and went along.
The whole event was not only a great learning curve – oh my god I finally know the difference between HTML and CSS – someone buy this girl a medal.
But it reminded me how fortunate and abso-bloody-lutely proud I am to live in a city with such smart and inspiring women.
Spending time in the company of women who have such ambition and drive made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. WE KICK BUTTS.
Afterwards I started thinking about our blogging community, undoubtedly a community that is hugely female-orientated and dominated.
How increasingly there seems to be a prevalence of bad blood, of cruel comments – both people posting anonymously or just plain having the unashamed front to start having a conversation under someone’s Instagram photo.
You do know they read that right? Even if you think writing it in another language. There are some emojis that are never used when you’re telling your mate ‘Look how hot and babein’ this girl looks.’ And we all know it.
Why don’t we all cut each other some slack?
A couple of weekends ago I was lucky enough to go along to The Bloggers Market for the second year in a row and it always makes me so happy to see such a wonderful group of women coming together to create an event to grow communities and friendships (AND EAT ALL THE CAKE).
I just think we all need to remember that although people might feel like competition, do you really want to be part of a bitchy community that feels like we’re all in Year 9 again?
Cause I certainly don’t.
Why don’t we all just try cutting each other some slack? And remember how amazing women can be when they work together.
I mean just look at Destiny’s Child.