Once like four years ago, Disney invited me to a blogger lunch meeting in New York and sent a car service to pick me up. At the last minute, instead of her coming across town to playbysit, I dropped the kid at her aunt's place, and called the publicist to change the pickup location.
Apparently, I was entered into some publicist industry mega-database as "token dadblogger," because every 2-3 months since then, I get a call from the concierge in my sister-in-law's old building [she has long since moved to Brooklyn.] A giant Fedex package has arrived for me, but there's no apartment number. What should he do with it? I just tell him to open it up and take anything he wants from it, then throw the rest away.
Until reading the LA Times' tasty smackdown, I thought my phantom swag drop was the most amusing example of the ridiculousness of the Momblogger Junket Industrial Complex. I had no idea. Liz of Cool Mom Picks [who I first met at that Disney luncheon, btw] has the best, truest quote of the piece:
"It's easy to paint everyone as product whores. They're not. I think sometimes they're just naive."Yes, naive and flattered by the 36 hours of attention and coach-class travel paid by food and packaged goods giants like Starbucks, Nestle, Kraft, P&G and Yum! That's Yum! the fast food brand conglomerate, btw, not Yum! the reaction:
Fast-food purveyor Taco Bell flew a group of bloggers from Maryland, Michigan and Missouri to California for a retreat this spring, paid for their lodging and let them spend the day creating new taco and burrito concoctions.Waitaminnit, I didn't get invited to test out my wishlist of off-menu variations of the Cheesy Gordita Crunch?? This is an outrage! Will Blog For Chalupas!