Archive for August 2009

Assorted Awesomeness

I’ve learned that what happens when you don’t blog every day is that all the things that are awesome tend to pile up. I keep a running “Awesomeness List” to remind myself of what to blog about. I know I’ll never write up several separate posts–so how about a weekly Awesomeness Compilation?

Seven Things That Are Awesome This Week:

7) The Wearable Towel. Where to begin? This thing has the potential to put the Snuggie right out of business. Who doesn’t wear a “toga-style” towel to go get the paper in the morning?

Im not naked, its a TOGA.

I'm not naked, it's a TOGA.

6) Jezebel’s Celebrity Twitter Roundup – Where else would we learn the thrilling news that Miley Cyrus found her lucky bracelet in her, get this, car cupholder!

Well, thank God. Now I can sleep tonight!

Well, thank God. Now I can sleep tonight!

5) My new boyfriend, who cooks. Like, for a living. (No, seriously.) Just don’t tell him I am using him for baked ziti and homemade bagels.

4) Speaking of the Snuggie, how did I not know it now has designer models?? I demand a zebra print deluxe Snuggie at once!

I wish my Snuggie were even uglier!

I wish my Snuggie were even uglier!

OMG! Ugly fairy dust!

OMG! Ugly fairy dust!

Oooh, even uglier than I imagined!

Oooh, even uglier than I imagined!

Don’t get me wrong. I totally want one. Zebra print, people. Look, if they’re good enough for the Invisible Man, they’re good enough for me.

What, no argyle?

What, no argyle?

3) Jason Stackhouse in a gas mask, pretending to be Dionysus (I think?) so the mob of black-eyed zombies will give Sam enough time to turn into a housefly and escape from the crazy orgy meat lady. Ah, True Blood. Everything about True Blood qualifies for the Official List of Things That Are Awesome, but shirtless Jason Stackhouse with road flares and a tree branch for horns?

“Oh yes! He is the best offering ever!”

Yeah, this show is ridic.

Yeah, this show is ridic.

2) While turning 30 next week is in the list of things that are decidedly NOT AWESOME; my 30th birthday party is this Friday night, and it involves karaoke. And karaoke? Is awesome.

1) Poodle Panda! Who is only outdone by Poodle Jack Sparrow.

What is wrong with people?

Dog bowl full of rum, arrr!

Dog bowl full of rum, arrr!

I Don’t Do Mornings

5:40 a.m., Old Town

“You realize it’s still dark out, right now, right? And we’re about to run around and up and down hills and such? Dark out.”

“Yeah! Isn’t it great!?”

“Are we expanding the definition of ‘great’ to include ‘ridiculous’ and ‘nauseating’?”

“You’ll be so glad to have it done and out of the way!”

“I’ll be so glad when I can go back to bed. And what is this? Seriously, I thought the advantage of exercising before dawn was that it’s nice and cool. The air feels like pea soup mixed with phlegm.”

“Well, just imagine how much worse it would be if the sun were out!”

“This is supposed to comfort me? I’m going to end up like that rat in The Abyss that they made breathe in the liquid oxygen. That rat wasn’t too happy.”

“Maybe not, but it survived.”

“Damn you.”

HALP!!!!!

In related news, I received the following email from my dad last week. Now we see where I get it from.

“Wow.   I knew I was in bad shape as I have done nothing for some time now.  Did not realize how bad it was, but am determined to do something about it….again.  I took my man boobed, muffin top body to the treadmill yesterday at my hotel in GA and gave her hell for twenty two minutes (that means a fast walk with varied inclines).  After narrowly avoiding a major quad cramp, I survived.  So sore today, could not face treadmill, so I brilliantly went to the hotel pool, a small affair outside, but it is a nice day.  Water was warm, and while I never swam competitively, I know how to swim.  Nobody was mistaking me for Michael Phelps as I looked more like the turd from Caddyshack having a seizure as I wheezed my way across the pool with a vicious breast stroke.  Laps and lengths be damned in this event, I  carried on for my twenty plus minutes, and now am totally crippled.  Capped it off with a few sit ups on the incline board and can’t even laugh at how pathetic this situation is as the painful abs revolt.   Upside is I worked up an appetite, and a thirst so tall it casts a shadow.”

I know the feeling, Dad–but the thing is you’re pushing sixty and I’m supposed to be young and strong. After two days of Jillian Michael’s evil “Shred” and one early morning of cross training through Old Town, I am weak in the knees like Timer. I clearly need some cheese.

A slice, a slab, a chunk-a!

Hey, remember when I was training for the marathon? Yeah, technically, I still am. But in reality, I’ve been sidelined for weeks now and I can’t see how I’ll ever be able to do it. My sister claims otherwise. By the plantar fasciitis pain coursing through my foot right now after a morning that included only some running (and also some stairs and some hills and lots of power walking after two girls who claim to not be in great shape but, uh, are) is really saying otherwise.

Regardless, I guess it’s time to get ready for work, to say nothing of my currently desperate coffee situation that needs attending to.

Sarah & Julia (& Podcamp Boston)

My first feminist role model was, undeniably, Julia Sugarbaker of “Designing Women”.

This character knew her way around a takedown, whether expressing her point of view on sexual harrassment or standing up to a bitchy beauty queen.

In short, Julia Sugarbaker didn’t take any crap from anyone; nor did she suffer fools easily.

I think I can say with authority that the smart and talented women in social media, particularly those at Podcamp Boston 4 last weekend, all have a little Julia in them. How else can we describe the spirited and thoughtful posts springing out of the Podcamp discussion on gender and social media?

So why do I still feel so disheartened?

I think it’s because by and large, the women on the lawn that day seemed to fall in step behind Chris Penn’s conclusions. To wit, that sexism, or a “glass ceiling” effect, has nothing to do with the lack of women on the social media “A-list.” That anyone who thinks so is just falling victim to “self imposed limitations.”

The idea seems to be that if women aren’t succeeding, they have only themselves to blame. Quite a convenient theory, I’d say.

The argument that claiming sexism plays a part in any challenge we face is encouraging women to “play the victim” is far from new. It’s a straw man that’s tapped repeatedly in debates about feminism. And it positively reeks of privilege. Male privilege specifically, although the number of women adhering to it also hints that it might also be privilege of experience. That is, if you haven’t experienced something personally, it must not exist.

In an old but good post about privilege, Barry Deutsch quotes a paper on white privilege. Its author argues that white people are “taught to see racism only in individual acts of meanness, not in invisible systems conferring dominance on my group.”

With regards to sexism, it’s the “invisible system” that was the crux of my comments during the Podcamp gender discussion. It’s not always about some tangible, moustache-twirling man making a conscious decision to discriminate against women, or keep them off the stage at conferences. I argued that cultural issues are at play here, unspoken “rules” that we’re taught from a young age, and the constant messages we receive about women in the public eye. We are scrutinized far more closely, and judged much more harshly. We’re bombarded with messages that our appearance matters more than anything.

I mentioned at the sesssion popular livecaster iJustine as a woman who has “made it” in social media. Is it a coincidence that, along with being very smart working very hard, she is also a blonde bombshell? On the flip side, someone should ask her how much disgusting, sexual, or harassing email she gets. Someone should read about Julia Roy’s experiences being an attractive woman at the top of the social media game. Better yet, go back and read the story of what happened to Kathy Sierra.

Something tells me the men on the A-list aren’t dealing with these types of issues. Is it any wonder we might be somewhat reluctant to promote ourselves? What are the auto-suggestions when you type “iJustine is” into Google?

Naturally. As a woman if you’re hot, you’re golden. Unless of course you have opinions. Then you’re also annoying. Can’t have that.

Penn’s major comment during the session was that it “doesn’t care what’s between your legs, just between your ears.”

I was shocked at this statement, and moreso that the group actually erupted into applause after he said it. I basked in the irony that everyone seemed to think he was making some sort of statement on equality by using provocative language that dismisses the entire feminist movement as, basically, a bunch of whining vaginas.

Have there not ALWAYS been women with plenty going on between their ears? Are there not currently TONS of women in social media who are incredibly smart, incredibly accomplished, and incredibly under-represented everywhere–from the stage at SxSW to the Power 150?

Chris says we need to just “be awesome.” I’m sorry, I was unaware that we weren’t already awesome. I can name at least 100 awesome women right now. Why is it the responsibility for changing the state of affairs all on us?

Continuing his odd inclination to use language in this debate that boils women down to their genitals, Chris says of Michelle Wolverton, the terrific lead organizer of Podcamp Boston, that she “didn’t become lead organizer of the first and oldest PodCamp by demanding a chance because she’s got a vagina.”

Excuse me, but what? Find me one example of any woman who has written or spoken about this issue who has claimed that women should be given more speaking roles becuase of our “vaginas.”

This seems to be a consistent confusion, so let me clear it up right now. No one is saying that conference organizers just pick any old women off the street and give them a mic just because they’re women. No one.

We’re saying that women who are already equally deserving of these chances, women who ARE “awesome,” have been overlooked. And we’re asking that it be corrected.

Live From Logan Airport, It’s an Exhausted Podcamper!

It’s been a couple weeks since I posted here. I’ve been swamped personally and professionally, and after my sound drubbing at the hands of Big Red in the Great July Blog-off (aka, Another One of My Dumb Ideas), I decided to just take a little writing break.

But it’s fitting my first post back should be about Podcamp Boston 4, as it has hooked me up to the juvenation machine with regards to getting excited about my usual nerdtasticness . In fact, I might start geeking out a lot more on this blog, instead of just using it as a repository for my lame thoughts on the latest episode of “True Blood” (which I thought sucked, by the way, tonight’s had better be an improvement), and other assorted inanery.

After spending the last 36 hours fully geeking out, I am zonked.

I can has nap?

I can has nap?

But I’m also psyched. I’m psyched about all the great discussions I had this weekend, and all the great connections I made, and people I met, and all the incredibly smart women who have (believe me) about a thousand different things to say about the state of gender and technology, and all the old Boston social media friends that I got to spend time with for the first time in forever. (I forgot how much I missed them.)

Most of all, I’m psyched to take everything from this weekend and pour it into my work–I never blog about work and I don’t intend to start now, but I’ve been doing lots of exciting stuff lately. And I sometimes forget how lucky I am–based on my Twitter stream from the last couple days, it is pretty obvious how passionate I am about this stuff. And I get to immerse myself in it every day–how many people can say that?!

Passion runs rampant in the geek community. This was a flamingly gorgeous weekend in Boston, and hundreds of people gave up time with their family and friends, or even just time to sit outside with a book, to commune with fellow geeks and talk about social media. That’s passion, people. And I love it!

I will have much more to say about Podcamp in the next few days. But in the meantime, I need a nap and a beer. Not necessarily in that order.