I’ve had a little obsession with reading Twitter bio’s for quite a while now. They are like a down-and-dirty amalgamation of your professional life a la LinkedIn and your dirty, rock-n-roll Myspace page 10 years ago minus the audio. They also lend some serious street cred to your humor, wit and online prowess. But is it problematic when your Twitter and LinkedIn bio don’t jive? Example,
Terra has a combined 10 years experience in business transactions and contract negotiations in healthcare, pharmaceutical drug development and academic research. She is currently pursuing a Masters in Health Communication with a concentration in Environmental Health Policy. Admitted to practice law in New York (2003) and Vermont (2004).
Adirondack Native. Jersey Strong. Yoga + Wellness Junkie. Liberal Feminist + Tree-hugger with a propensity for politics, dirty chai and antiques.
The difference in story telling is glaringly obvious. In one I am power suit and pearls. In the other, tye-dye and yoga pants sans bra. Professional. Rebel. Employable. Good-time. Stuffy. free-spirited. To be fair, my LinkedIn account is dedicated to networking within my legal and academic worlds while Twitter is utilized for my blogging and often offensive political opinion(s) and commentary. From a branding consistency pov, this distinction is NOT AWESOME. I am definitely not living my brand, which could cause confusion. I could lose credibility in the healthcare industry as a lawyer who is a “yoga and wellness junkie” and any of my yoga students, health coaching clients or the political movements that I am active in would be appalled to learn that I have a background in pharmaceutical drug development. It makes me feel a bit like the female Harvey Dent.
I have been trying to figure out how to reconcile my two lives for a while now. For the time being, I am ok with having one foot in one world and the other, in another. It is going to take time to weave the two together. Besides, today Hilary Clinton started a Twitter account, of which she refers to herself as a pants suit aficionado and glass ceiling cracker. That’s pretty sassy for the next POTUS, don’t you think?
Is your Twitter profile brand consistent with your LinkedIn profile?
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Washington, DC – MAY 09, 2013
CONTACT: Carolyn Cook, Founder/CEO, United 4 Equality, LLC
firstname.lastname@example.org / 202-309-1963
For more information: http://www.united4equality.com
WASHINGTON, DC—Senator Ben Cardin (D-MD) and Senator Mark Kirk )R-IL) today introduce legislation to remove the Congressionally-imposed deadline for ratification of the Equal Rights Amendment. The bill will be introduced today, May 09, 2013 to coincide with Mother’s Day celebrations across the country. The Equal Rights Amendment has been ratified by 35 of the 38 states necessary to become part of the U.S. Constitution, guaranteeing women equal treatment by federal and state laws and in the courts.
The original amendment debuted in 1923 in the US Congress without a time limit, introduced by Susan B. Anthony’s nephew, Daniel Anthony and Senator Curtis, both Republicans, as the “Lucretia Mott Amendment” after the woman who started the women’s suffrage movement. The amendment was introduced in every session of…
The hubs and I went for a wog (somewhere between walking and jogging) this morning and I am on my second cup of coffee. I normally only have one, so bare with me… my wheels are spinning.
I feel sick over the events that transpired this week. I’m emotionally traumatized over the wound that was inflicted on the city and people of Boston and disturbed by the reactions of our government and the media. I am not ok with the imposition of martial law and the cheering in the streets over the capture of a 19 year old boy. It’s like premature ejaculation. Your media blitz foreplay didn’t do shit for me. I have questions and now I am left waiting for something more that I will never get.
I don’t want to be pegged as some crazy conspiracy theorist, but this is not an open and shut case. It’s just NOT. I believe in a healthy dose of skepticism, especially when we are being spoon fed facts from the media. I don’t have the answers, I am not even sure of all the questions to ask. I just know that something isn’t sitting right with me. Wake up. As a nation we have now have a reliance on fallacious appeals to authority. It’s NOT ok. QUESTION AUTHORITY. There’s a reason that bumper sticker was so popular in the 70s. Stop drinking the fluoridated kool-aid water. That boy was tried and convicted in the media. We’ll never know the truth and to me, that is not ok. A little reminder from Bobby:
“It should be clear that, if one man’s rights are denied, the rights of all are in danger-that if one man is denied equal protection of the law, we cannot be sure that we will enjoy freedom of speech or any other of our fundamental rights.” ~Robert F. Kennedy
On a related note of frustration; apparently a significant number of Americans think the Czech Republic and Chechnya are the same place. So many in fact that the Czech Embassy had to issue a public statement. I’m sorry, but are you fucking kidding me? This is mortifying. Come on America, you’re better than this. Open a book. Learn something. Travel. OPEN YOUR EYES.
Educate yourself. Inspire others to do the same and we will Transform our community and world.
Four students at Wilcox County High School in Georgia want to attend prom together — but under the current setup, they won’t be allowed to unless they throw their own. LINK
I am sorry…but are you fucking kidding me? This is article is from the Onion, right? It’s 2013, not 1953. NEVER had an integrated Prom? Brown V. Board of Education was decided in 1954! This is a public school. In what universe is segregation still ok? Yes I know it’s a school dance and not access to public school – you get my friggin point!
And you wonder why “Northerner’s” think “Southerner’s” are bigoted?
Or why the city folk think the country bumkins are dumb?
Pete Domenick always talks about the divide between rural and urban America. Republican or Conservative = Rural, Democrat or Liberal = Urban. Usually it pisses me off because I come from an Adirondack town without a gas station or a stop light. I tend to be hyper sensitive about the dumb rural conservative generalization (as opposed to the all Georgian’s are bigots one*).** I didn’t grow up with a conservative bone in my body even through I am from a soundly red county. But it keeps smacking me in the face again and again.
I long for the suburban exodus out of Jersey and back to the mountains.
Perhaps it’s just a subliminal longing to beat my liberal drum. Maybe I have been brainwashed by the culture and diversity of the big city. The horror!! Would I lose my liberal street cred if I moved back to the ‘Dacks? Would I stick out like a sore thumb for my green, feminist, bleeding heart, equality ways? Have I been gone too long? I don’t have any of the answers. I just know that those people in Georgia that won’t allow a mixed prom need some serious reprogramming. You’re on the wrong side of history – it was decided more than 50 years ago!
I also know that I am going to send those girls some money so they can have an integrated prom.
You should too.
* lest you missed my sarcasm, I do NOT think all Georgians are bigots. Just the idiots in that small rural red town that still think separate but equal is ok.
** It pains me a little that I cant footnote my blogs. *geek*
During the heart of election season a battle broke out between the North and the South on my facebook page. The catalyst of the conversation was my status update over my disappointment in the North Carolina Amendment 1 vote. I am happy to say there was no battle amongst my friends over the terribly disappointing outcome of Amendment 1 (my (vocal) friends are overwhelmingly pro-gay marriage), it was a battle between the self proclaimed “Yankee snobbery” and the “backwards” south. Somehow the conversation turned to everyone drinking the Jersey haterade.
Jersey haterade is nothing new. People have parties over how much Jersey sucks all the time. I have to be honest, I hosted a few of them while I was living in law school living in Delaware. When all of my classmates sat for the NJ Bar I said, “what was the point? I’ll never live there.” (I have eaten my words on more than one occasion in my life). Yet here I sit, Jersey plates on my car, living in the heart of Red Bank, gorgeous view of the Navesink River, and just a hop, skip or 5 mile bike ride to the shore….and guess what, I don’t hate it.I started a graduate program, we’re buying a house….I am willing to make a 5-6 year commitment to Jersey. Just enough time to plot our next move.
This is where I get real about Jersey.
I don’t hate Jersey. I’m not passionate about it. I don’t love it with every fiber of my being. Not the way I love the Adirondacks. But I don’t hate Jersey. I like it for right now. I respect Jersey. It’s not all that MTV’s The Jersey Shore cracks it up to be. Don’t get me wrong, there’s a lot of that, but they’re mostly from Bergen, Essex and NY (out of town for us shore peeps).
People from Jersey are proud. They won’t back down for anything. And once you’re in, they definitely have your back. People from Jersey like stuff. And they like to keep their stuff looking shiny and new, even if they did purchase it in 1989. They wash their cars weekly and have “manicured” lawns.
Jersey is called the Garden State for a reason. Did you know Jersey grows the most cranberries in the US, second only to MA? Did you know
that Jersey is one of the top producers (outside of GA) of peaches? There’s even a considerable number of wineries! We have amazing farmland. Exceptional Farmer’s Markets and produce in the summer.
Jersey has great music. I know haters gonna hate on Jon Bon Jovi and on Bruce Springsteen but it’s just those two. Ricky Nelson, Blues Traveler, Queen Latifah, even Trey and Page are from Jersey! Too many to list. Wikipedia that shit up! The music scene is fabulous. It’s what brought me to Jersey in the first place. The boardwalk is a whole other animal. You don’t know what a boardwalk is until you come to Jersey. In Jersey the beach comes with roller coasters, cotton candy, funnel cake and skee ball. At least it did before Sandy.
The food is exceptional. Exceptionally delicious and exceptionally unhealthy. No where else in the world is it acceptable to have a pork roll egg and cheese on a kaiser bun for breakfast, a Max’s hot dog for lunch and a slice of pie (pizza) for dinner. This is why I am 30lbs heavier than when I moved here almost 5 years ago!
There really are a lot of things I love about Jersey, but when you get down to it…I’m a little like Sesame Street when it comes to me and Jersey…one of these things is not like the other… I don’t get my nails done. I hate the mall and would never in a zillion years think of putting makeup on just because I have to go to the mall! I get my car washed maybe once every 4-5 months. I prefer fresh water lakes to the ocean and as much as I appreciate it, I am not a fan of the boardwalk. If I have to be in salt water, give me a quiet beach and a cooler. No rides necessary.
Jersey has taught me a lot. It’s home to people I love dearly (and I few I am trying to forget). It’s where I met my husband and where we’re buying our first house. I am committed to her for another chunk of time and I will appreciate her. Meanwhile, I am stealthily planning our breakup. It’s scheduled for 2018 or so. 🙂
This morning I was scrolling through my Facebook feed and came across a post that made me sit back and think. Oftentimes I find myself on Facebook clicking “likes” without really opining on the words. Usually it’s just a pretty picture. Perhaps it was the dirty chai or listening to Sirius POTUS (somewhat crushing on, addicted to and obsessing over Pete Dominick these days, don’t tell my husband) during my hour long commute, but today I stopped and actually thought about the words. And for the first time in quite a while, I wished there were a dislike button for Facebook. While I don’t want to perpetuate the message of this meme/picture. I do think it’s important to post it to understand why it made me pause, and then disagree. It was originally posted by a 17-year old Philippine girl and then re-posted by the Fanpage of a women-owned small business, the call to action “click like if you agree”
At first blush, I was like oooh yeah, Chick Power Meme, Like! Then I read it again. And again. And came to one conclusion.
I do not want to look like a girl. I am a 38 year old woman. I like looking like a woman. I do not fit into the media-perpetuated rail thin, boy like version of beauty. I have voluptuous breasts and a soft buddha belly. I am confident in who and what I am. When I did look like a girl (because I was in fact, a girl) I had little confidence and loathed my growing breasts. It took over 15 years of yoga to correct the posture that tried so hard to hide them. I will not regress back to that.
I do not want to act like a lady. There is a time and a place for lady-like, however in my outspoken, sometimes crass, never demure, occasionally immature opinion it certainly isn’t 100% of the time. I think this is where my Adirondack heritage, sprinkled with a little NOLA and San Fran shines. Usually when I cross my legs, its in easy sitting pose, shoes off. Even in public places (restaurants!!). My lady friends south of the Mason Dixon line would be appalled. Hell, women I adore and respect, in heels and lipstick may be appalled. Acting lady like, feels like you’re trying to put me in a box of what I can and cannot be. There’s a certain undertone that wants to drag me back to 1950. Aside from the amazing vintage Airstreams and stellar coifs, I won’t have it. If I had been a voting adult in the 70s I would have burned my bra and tattooed ‘ERA’ on my ass (or better yet, my forearm, so people could actually see it). I am firmly planted in the Clair McCaskill camp. Remember, well behaved women rarely make history. Eleanor, you’re a rock-star. Meow. (brazen ‘wildcat’ reference).
I do NOT want to think like a man. I mean, really. This is self explanatory, right?? If not, please comment below and I will happily update an entire blog post on why I am completely satisfied and utterly delighted to think like a human being who has their reproductive attributes on the inside.
I don’t really want to work like a boss. Ok, this one really made me pause. (Mostly because They Might Be Giants were dancing like a marching band through my head). I don’t want to be bossed around. Being bossed around sucks. We all have bossy friends and really, they’re jerks, right? We don’t honestly like them. I can say this because I used to be one. I was one of the bossy girls in high school and I’ve worked hard on evolving out of that. Creative intellects that effect change and make a difference are not bossy. Yes, there is of course a semantic distinction between work and act, but this is a short, sweet Facebook Meme, designed to evoke emotion. The emotion that “work like a boss” evokes from me is not positive. I picture a starched uncomfortable suit, vagina suffocating panty hose, hair perfectly coiffed into a bun and sharp, manicured red nails pointing to a spreadsheet one of my minions is looking at, barking about how they just didn’t get it right. My brain went to an ugly place. Maybe it’s my bossy roots. I don’t want to work like a boss. I want to work like a visionary. A innovator. A creative. A designer, creative, founder, maker, mover, changer and shaker. The thing about working like that, you need a team of amazing to do it.
Listen, I am this weird breed of a 3rd wave feminist. I think our mom’s got it wrong when they said we could be a CEO and a mommy at the same time. I want to shatter the glass ceiling that to this day holds us back? YES. I think I can be a CEO. I think I can be a mommy. I think I can be anything I want to be. I don’t subscribe to the SCUM Manifesto. I value and appreciate the male perspective. But I don’t want to be a man. I don’t want to be compared to a man. I don’t want to be held to some arbitrary standard of what a woman should be; ladylike, soft spoken, what the hell ever.
I just want to be me. Through and through.
I want to live from the IN-Side Out.
I want to cultivate.
I want to Live. Breathe. Grow. into who I am meant to be.