After going to XOXO last year I had a semi-serious idea to organize bi-monthly hang outs at a bar in Brooklyn because many people at the conference seemed to share in roughly the same anxiety: “How is it that I–a person who has no idea what they’re doing and is not qualified to do it–have gotten myself into this position?”
At XOXO there was lots of talk about the Impostor Syndrome. Inside my brain there is lots of thinking about how I am an impostor. Margaret Atwood maybe also thinks (or at one point thought) she’s an impostor. And so I thought well whatever maybe we should all hang out and drink and be impostors together?
I, for one, love this idea. Partly to meet Mike because I would love to pick his brain (what does he think about the intersection of internet and libraries), and partly because it is a fantastic idea to make space safe to be vulnerable about these questions.
So Mike, please do this!