I was in the Target parking lot trying to keep my kids away
from the insane drivers by yelling STAY BY MOMMY! STAY BY MOMMY! Women
recklessly jockeyed for spaces, their driving skills impaired by the excitement
of spending $200 on Michael Graves ironing board slipcovers and dishes they
don't need. We got to our vehicle and I fought with Liam over how to properly
load the bags while fumbling with an obscenely-sized package of toilet paper.
It was so big a package I was concerned that the cashier would judge me and
think that all I do is wipe my arse. During this I received a call from a
number I didn't recognize and when I answered a very polite man said hello, is this Dana, and oh yes, you've been
chosen as one of the St. Louis Business Journal's 30 Under 30.
I dropped my gigantic toilet paper package to the ground and
sort of kicked my leg in the air Michael Jackson-style, thereby straining my
hamstring. It could not have happened in a way more apropos of my life. (I am
classy and professional all the way. Invite me to your parties!) The awards
ceremony takes place right before I fly out to speak at Blogher. I have a photo
shoot in the next couple of weeks for the article, thankfully, because I only
have two pictures of myself where I don't look like a douche. There will be an
article about it and a write-up about me in the July 11th edition of
Jamie and Crane invited me on the cool kids' show to talk
about it this morning. The St. Louis
Business Journal awards are the things for which Donald Trump Jr. types are
nominated. Super successful people get nominated for this. I've never really looked at myself in those terms. I don't go to an office, I own only one suit, and I don't
have power lunches. I write a website, do talk radio, and a few other things. It
doesn't seem like work to me because I enjoy it so much.
(Maybe it's self-perception, but I have always felt like the
underdog, the outcast, the nerd. I don't kiss up and I've never worked at
"being seen" or having my photo in glitterati sections - which oddly seems to
happen anyway because of the various functions Chris and I have to attend for our industries. I'm always photographed next to people exponentially more glamorous and popular than
I want to thank the people who nominated me, the St. Louis Business Journal, you all for
putting up with me, and I don't care if it's the Clichéd Award Show Thing to
do: I also want to thank God, I mean genuinely THANK GOD that I am able to
scratch out a living doing what I love to do. I am humbled and grateful.