Brisbane Bloggers

I know Brisbane is a very small place and whatever you say get's around, which is why I won't name and shame who I'm going to whine about. Let's take it from the beginning, shall we?

First of all, I LOVE Brisbane blogs! Coming from a city who doesn't make too much of a mess on the fashion richter scale, I get all warm and fuzzy when I read about fellow Brisbane bloggers or just see that their blogs are getting the praise they deserve. Maybe it's all in my head and I'm a little too patriotic for my own good, but I'd assumed that if and when I were to meet a fellow Brisbane blogger, it would be a lovely joyus occasion? We could talk about other blogs, up and coming projects and congratulate one another for "keeping up the good work"... Apparently not.

Last weekend I met one such Brisbane blogger. I saw her from afar and recognised her from her outfit posts. We used to comment each other quite a bit and built up what I would call quite a positive report. Again, apparently not.

I went over to introduce myself and say hello. I started talking about her blog and one of my favourite posts of hers before I was interrupred with "Excuse me, remind me who you are?"

A little set back I repeated that I was Miann from Fashion Falsehood and that it was really nice to meet her. This is when my blog-family-warm-and-fuzzy world came crashing down around me. I was blatantly told, to my face, "What, and I'm supposed to care? Get out of my way." And she pushed past me.

And that was it. I was left standing there looking and feeling like a complete idiot. I guess it is like they say "never meet your heroes", not that she was a hero or anything, I just liked her blog. But it's a funny thing when you idolise someone and what they do, only to find out that in real life they're a total fucking dissapointment. There, I said it. You're a rude bitch and I ashed in your drink later on in the night when I saw you again out the back. Glad that's off my chest.

If any other Brisbane bloggers are reading this, don't worry. It wasn't you. She shut her blog down a while ago. Maybe that's why she is so bitter, she doesn't have anywhere to vent or post pretty pictures! BUT! Maybe we should make it like Melbourne and organise a blogger lunch. Those Melbournites seem to have plenty of pretty blogger luncheons. I think it's our turn. As for you blogger-bitch of the century. Good riddance. We were all getting over your iPhone, mirror-shot outfit posts of you at work. Yawn.

Anyway, for the sake of relevance, here is my only photo from the night. Oh! Holding my BlackBerry. I got it replaced and life is good again!!

Miann xx
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