Ah, the blessed internet. At times the site (ha!) of semi-passive-aggressive mudslinging; other times the place to find those lost through time’s passage.
This weekend marked the last of my Darden First Year days. Such fun we had! When this is going on, it can only lead to trouble…
Incredible hangovers aside, I’m excited for the next chapter. I’m taking some serious suntanning time on my patio. And reading Carl Hiaasen’s “Nature Girl”. He is absolutely hysterical, and I encourage filling your brain with his witty prose.
So back to the izzerwebs. It’s a place where we can be “found”, and therefore people think they “know” us. I guess they sorta do, but there’s plenty of information about us that is not on the internet. Like the fact that my favorite vegetable is asparagus (oops, it’s out there now). Or that my hair went curly when I was 15 (oops again). So I naturally get a bit miffed when people dump H8rade on others via blog comments (usually the do the shit-talking anonymously. so brave). I think that there is a rabid tendency to make snap judgments and paint with broad strokes someone who is just thinking aloud in a post. Most blogs aren’t the handiwork of crafty publicists; they are just words we think and type. So don’t jump all over everyone and assume that the person they are on the internet is their all-encompassing identity. There are tons of things we all think that we don’t share with the world. So grab 3 grains of salt and just read and enjoy, eh? And by that same token, I am trying not to call all the anonymous (and non-anonymous) objectors jerks. I know they are fallible folks just like me.
I think my shirt says it all.
Back to the internet:
Recently, I’ve reconnected with a college friend on Facebook. Though my sister is convinced that only serial killers and Dungeons & Dragons aficionados frequent social networking sites; the sites are quite valid. I’ve met some really awesome people this way. And I found Azla! Due to the Ugly-American inability to pronounce any name besides Mary and John; she switched to Azla in a phonetic representation to the oft-butchered Ghazaleh she had growing up. She turned 30 yesterday and is the proud mommy of 14-month old Jack. I almost called him “2-year old” but apparently babies under 3 are referred to by months. My bad.
Anyway, Azla and her adorable husband Adam and dog Bernard live with babyJack in SF where Adam works his tail off in the banking sector. Motherhood suits Azla so well; every photo I’ve seen of her on her 500+ blog posts has her smiling and glowing. It reminds me of the power of motherhood and the networks that develop out of it. She seems to be very linked in with her mommy friends, and I’m fascinated to see how companies will interact with these powerful networks that have emerged online. I know that advice, mother-to-mother, is as credible and sought-after as gold, and I hope that nobody comes in and mucks that up in a short-sighted attempt to promote their products. I think that the trust needs to be respected and products carefully promoted within this network. Despite my excitement about my future company’s awesome products, it’d take a lot of convincing for me to go into marketing that way unless I feel that the community of mothers really needed what I was selling. Case in point: Burt’s Bees. It definitely belongs on those sites, and I know through my experience there and extensive research that their products are much better for a baby’s development than some of the other stuff out there. I was always proud of our attempts to reach women on these sites, and believed babies benefitted from it. Though I think (and research shows) that babies need nothing more than warm water and a touch of soap in their hygienic regimen, I’m happy that mothers substitute Burt’s for some of the other phthalate- and sodium laureth sulfate-laden crap on the market today.
But enough about that. I’m just happy to have found Azla again and even more happy that she loves being a mom. It is definitely not for me (and nobody is allowed to comment and say “oh, you’ll change your mind” because I won’t) but I’m glad nevertheless.
Viva la internet…even the nasty stuff.
This weekend marked the last of my Darden First Year days. Such fun we had! When this is going on, it can only lead to trouble…
Incredible hangovers aside, I’m excited for the next chapter. I’m taking some serious suntanning time on my patio. And reading Carl Hiaasen’s “Nature Girl”. He is absolutely hysterical, and I encourage filling your brain with his witty prose.So back to the izzerwebs. It’s a place where we can be “found”, and therefore people think they “know” us. I guess they sorta do, but there’s plenty of information about us that is not on the internet. Like the fact that my favorite vegetable is asparagus (oops, it’s out there now). Or that my hair went curly when I was 15 (oops again). So I naturally get a bit miffed when people dump H8rade on others via blog comments (usually the do the shit-talking anonymously. so brave). I think that there is a rabid tendency to make snap judgments and paint with broad strokes someone who is just thinking aloud in a post. Most blogs aren’t the handiwork of crafty publicists; they are just words we think and type. So don’t jump all over everyone and assume that the person they are on the internet is their all-encompassing identity. There are tons of things we all think that we don’t share with the world. So grab 3 grains of salt and just read and enjoy, eh? And by that same token, I am trying not to call all the anonymous (and non-anonymous) objectors jerks. I know they are fallible folks just like me.
I think my shirt says it all.
Back to the internet:Recently, I’ve reconnected with a college friend on Facebook. Though my sister is convinced that only serial killers and Dungeons & Dragons aficionados frequent social networking sites; the sites are quite valid. I’ve met some really awesome people this way. And I found Azla! Due to the Ugly-American inability to pronounce any name besides Mary and John; she switched to Azla in a phonetic representation to the oft-butchered Ghazaleh she had growing up. She turned 30 yesterday and is the proud mommy of 14-month old Jack. I almost called him “2-year old” but apparently babies under 3 are referred to by months. My bad.
Anyway, Azla and her adorable husband Adam and dog Bernard live with babyJack in SF where Adam works his tail off in the banking sector. Motherhood suits Azla so well; every photo I’ve seen of her on her 500+ blog posts has her smiling and glowing. It reminds me of the power of motherhood and the networks that develop out of it. She seems to be very linked in with her mommy friends, and I’m fascinated to see how companies will interact with these powerful networks that have emerged online. I know that advice, mother-to-mother, is as credible and sought-after as gold, and I hope that nobody comes in and mucks that up in a short-sighted attempt to promote their products. I think that the trust needs to be respected and products carefully promoted within this network. Despite my excitement about my future company’s awesome products, it’d take a lot of convincing for me to go into marketing that way unless I feel that the community of mothers really needed what I was selling. Case in point: Burt’s Bees. It definitely belongs on those sites, and I know through my experience there and extensive research that their products are much better for a baby’s development than some of the other stuff out there. I was always proud of our attempts to reach women on these sites, and believed babies benefitted from it. Though I think (and research shows) that babies need nothing more than warm water and a touch of soap in their hygienic regimen, I’m happy that mothers substitute Burt’s for some of the other phthalate- and sodium laureth sulfate-laden crap on the market today.But enough about that. I’m just happy to have found Azla again and even more happy that she loves being a mom. It is definitely not for me (and nobody is allowed to comment and say “oh, you’ll change your mind” because I won’t) but I’m glad nevertheless.
Viva la internet…even the nasty stuff.
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