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Dooce vs. Dr. Phil

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For the last year, I’ve been pretty sure that I wanted to be a talk show hostess. I love attention, I love to talk to people, I’m funny and cute. The perfect combination! Then, I started blogging and thinking, “Hey! This stuff’s for me!” Don’t you know that I got to meet (loosely used here) two of the biggest names in each of these fields this summer on the same day! A few weeks ago, one of my favorite bloggers, Heather Armstrong of Dooce, announced that she was going to be on the Dr. Phil show and gave us a person to contact if we wanted tickets. Don’t you know I emailed that guy as soon as I could! The next day, I got the call saying I got two tickets while I was in the Gap dressing room, which was the perfect public location because it gave me the opportunity to do a private jig and then burst out of the dressing room and tell the first person I could find.

Disappointingly, I could not find one person who was not a slave to their desk and could take a day off to join me. If only my Shadiah had been with me. She would have loved it! I made a friend named Lisa instead and I loved sitting next to her, because she was just as in love with Dooce as I was.

I have to tell you, I did not love being an audience member on the Dr. Phil show. It was too early in the morning, I got tired of smiling and sitting up straight, and the conversation we had (working moms vs. stay at home moms) felt stiff and fake. Kudos to Dr. Phil and his crew for not telling us what to say. I was surprised that whenever we wanted to speak, we just stood up and the cameras and mic would find us. However, that whole day really made me reconsider whether I really want to be in television.

You have to wake up early, wear a lot of makeup, and have superficial conversations with a lot of people who are probably talking bad about you five minutes after you walk away. You have to stop every seven minutes to let the big corporations sell their soap and foot cream. And you can’t say bad words. At least not the good ones.

But BLOGGING! Oh, blogging is for me. You can write about whatever you want, you have a community of fans and critics you can actually engage with, and there’s not all that cakey makeup and bright lights. If you’re a blogger and you want to have a talk show, fine! But it can be about whatever you want, and anyone can access it anytime they like–not when Big TV says they can.

So when it comes down to it, Dooce wins out over Dr. Phil. I would rather be a blogger than a talk show hostess. And it feels good to be in a world (the blogosphere) where you play by your own rules rather than one where you play by someone else’s.

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