Well, 2013, so far you are a mixed bag.

There have been some good moments.

Douglas and I had a great weekend trip into NYC in January. We saw Blue Man Group, ate at a terrific restaurant in the East Village (The Smith) and went to the Harry Potter exhibit at Discovery Times Square.

Not sure if they do this at other venues, but if you’ve ever been to a Blue Man show in NY, you may recall the audience warm-up bit at the beginning where a few audience member names are featured on an LCD display. Starts out as though they are calling attention to celebrities in the audience and asking the rest to congratulate or thank the celebrity. When we went, the first two were purportedly an Olympic Curling champion and a scientist with the human genome project.

The last one? Well, that was Douglas! Digging around the FAQ on the Blue Man website for the show running time to plan our dinner reservation, I had seen the notation about submitting a name for the LCD. There was no guarantee they would use Doug’s name but the chances seemed good, as I set up the situation for them; a 12 year boy attending with his mom seemed tailor-made for some laughs.

It met all my expectations. As the LCD crawled with his name, it noted (and I paraphrase because you can’t take pictures): Douglas is a person with no particular skills or talents, so he really needs our love. Tell Douglas “we love you.” At which point the whole audience yells “We love you Douglas.” He was naturally mortified that I would do this to him, making it all the sweeter, but deep down, even though  he’ll never admit it, I think he also was secretly a little pleased. Every so often it’s nice to be the special one.

The other personal highlight of the year to date? Douglas won the school science fair. First place for 6th & 7th grade and First overall. His project, entitled “Produce Power” explored which fruits and vegetables would make the best “battery” for a digital clock.  Here’s the mad scientist presenting his project at the fair last week:

And, while not quite a highlight, we finally resolved the divorce. There is still a lot of financial mess to deal with, especially regarding the real estate, but the divorce was granted February 13th and will be final in mid-May. Ironic, that my first full day as a formerly-married person was Valentine’s Day.

I won’t write much more about the divorce here or elsewhere, but of late I have been reflecting on life and relationships quite a bit. It’s not quite ironic, but there is something “funny sad” about the trajectory that so many of us late Boomers/early GenXers seem to be on, if my Facebook feed is any indication.

We spent our early adulthood building our careers, in no tremendous hurry to “settle down.” In fact, until my mid-30s, I never really thought I would get married.

And then we did enter into a long-term domestic partnership (including marriage and children). We thought we were “safe” because we had waited. We didn’t make youthful mistakes in our partner choice. We were older, established. We wouldn’t outgrow each other.

Except no. That’s not what happened. There are no guarantees in life. So now in the back third of my adult life, I am experiencing my third marital status – divorced. I’m not sad or happy. Just relieved to be moving on.

Reva watches Westminster (2007)

And now the extra helping of awful. We learned this week that my dear darling Reva, Ch. Blueberry’s Best Served Cold, has cancer and there isn’t really anything we can do about it. There are three different tumors, so even if we could deal with the worst one without going bankrupt, one of the others would get her sooner rather than later.

We are devastated. She is only 8-1/2 years old, and I thought I had years left with her. Right now, she is pretty chipper and her normal self, so we are taking each day one day at a time. But things could go quickly. We just don’t know.

This, this alone, moves 2013 into the column of officially sucking. Because no matter what good things happen, and I am hopeful some will, nothing will make up for losing her.

That’s all I am going to write about this here until she does pass. Because it devastates me just to type the words, and I need to stop crying.

I’m sure by this point you do too (and thanks for sticking with this post) so please enjoy this video from a few years ago of Reva and her son Cash playing with “Clocky.” Reva is the larger blacker dog; Cash was just a puppy. And remember every day is a gift.

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Over the past week, I’ve been chatting with a number of my Facebook friends about what many are calling the most recent salvos at the good ship Working Mother. Specifically Yahoo! CEO Marissa Mayer’s recent edict  requiring Yahoo! employees to work in a Yahoo! office, effectively rescinding flexible working arrangements and Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg’s new book (and philosophy),  Lean In: Women, Work and the Will to Lead. 

There’s no shortage of opinions about these endeavors, many of which call both women to task for ignoring the daily realities facing most working women in this country. True enough. I agree.

When viewed through a feminist lens, it’s hard to miss that Mayer’s edict about flextime is bound to have the most impact on working mothers and two-income families,  traditionally the chief beneficiaries of flexible working arrangements. And when it comes to Sandberg’s Lean In philosophy, while I will refrain from extensive commentary until I have read the book, so far it reminds me of “why can’t a woman be more like a man,” but with less singing and no Rex Harrison.

A chief criticism of both women is that they operate from positions of privilege and are insulated from the realities facing the working population that can’t afford nannies and housekeepers while we go to the office every day and lean all the way in.

True enough perhaps, but that’s not my only criticism of both the Yahoo! policy shift and the Lean In philosophy. I don’t care that these two women have more money and household support. The argument that they are out of touch is the easy one. We cannot lay the entire burden of the deeper social issues at their doors. Mayer and Sandberg are just as much as product of our societal psychosis when it comes to women in the workplace as the rest of us, so let’s not demonize them. Too much anyway :-)

Yes. It is sad that these two extremely successful women are so out of touch,  and it truly concerns me that the younger generation has begun to reject the mantle of  ”feminism,” virtually ignoring the corporate ladders that previous generations scrabbled up against impossible odds.

But I’m a realist.

I’d like to see successful women like them  ”pull up” as well as “lean in.”  It is something I have always tried to do in my own career, and when I rejoined the corporate workforce after a 6 year stint as an independent consultant, I chose BlogHer, a woman-led organization that values both work and family.

But I don’t expect it. Sadly, our society rewards the traditional “masculine” values and denigrates the “feminine” ones.  Until we change our social values at a fundamental level, there will always be Queen Bees. And finance will trump family.

So I am going to set aside the “rich women out of touch” argument, and get right to my deeper issues with Mayer’s Yahoo! edict and Sandberg’s Lean In platform.

Let’s take them in turn.

First the Yahoo! shift. As I’ve commented elsewhere, I understand the argument that the change was a business decision that will impact both men and women employees, and was driven by a need to effect immediate and deep change in the Yahoo! culture to turn things around. Mayer has a productivity problem. We get it.

Unfortunately,  the way the policy change was framed  – that people are more productive face to face — flies in the face of data that supports flexible working arrangements, ignores the reality of the modern tech workplace and is fundamentally dishonest. (Snarky aside: Not that I advocate this, but many companies outsource their tech support to India. Where’s the face to face in that?)

Bottom line, and I am sure Mayer respects the bottom line, put on the big girl panties and acknowledge that Yahoo! has a problem.  Working from home or allowing flexible working arrangements doesn’t have to be — shouldn’t be in this connected era — an issue. If it is in YOUR company, suck it up and handle it. Don’t cast aspersions on the model just cause it ain’t workin’ for you. Tell the truth. Do you really think the market doesn’t know?

And by the way, and for what it’s worth, I totally buy into the need for facetime. When I took the job at BlogHer, I relocated to be within commuting distance of our NY Office. But I report there three days a week and work from home two, because I can be more productive on certain projects on my WFH days while also being a little more available to my family.

Next, the whole “Lean In” philosophy. I’m mostly flabbergasted. I am trying – really trying – to refrain from too much commentary before I have read the book . On its face though… REALLY?   I have to tell you, there were times in my corporate career that I leaned so far in I thought I would tip over.

That the onus is always on women to prove themselves irritates me. Deeply. And see above, probably leads to half-assed decrees like the Yahoo! one.

Here’s the thing. Business as structured in these United States values ROI, the bottom line and a whole host of business metrics that matter. They do. They matter.

Just not more than people. And that’s the problem with Lean In and business in general, I suppose.

People matter. And when one woman corporate executive leans in, she probably does it on someone’s back. A partner. A family member. A  nanny. A housekeeper.

Lean in baby, but remember — you are leaning on someone too.

And it cannot, must not be about women doing more, giving more, just to be on par. That’s crap from the get-go.

What we really need is equality.

In the workplace, so we earn the same wage.

And at home, so Dad is just as revered as Mom, and not just in June. Because — guess what — I’d give up the easy laughs if we could close the wage gap.

Balance and equality are I suspect what Sandberg’s model is missing. But as I said, I reserve judgment until I have read the book.

Why can’t a woman be more like a man?

Because.

Just.  Because.

Au revoir mon ami

by Susan Getgood on January 4, 2013 · 1 comment

in Friends,RIP

Earlier this week a good friend from high school died of cancer. We’d lost touch about 20 years ago — sometime in the early 90s — but for more than 10 years we were very close, though high school, college and our early adult years.

I won’t lay claim to grief. That emotion belongs to his family and the friends for whom he was a daily presence, not a just a deeply cherished memory.

But I am profoundly sad.

Sad because the world has lost a good, kind and true man. A friend you could rely on — and we relied on each other a lot during those years we were close.

Sad because there are now things about me that no one else living will remember because they were moments or thoughts or feelings that were only shared with him. My memory of the last time we saw each other is fuzzy; although I think it was for dinner at a Bertucci’s in South Boston, I’m not entirely sure. The only other person who would remember is my friend. And I can’t ask him.

As is the way, my memory of earlier times is much clearer. We both loved good food. I remember making spaghetti carbonara with him in his apartment in New Haven. And steak au poivre from the French Chef cookbook one New Year’s Eve many years ago. And galettes and croque-monsieurs and hours playing backgammon and drinking black coffee (and sometimes mulled wine) at cafés in Rennes during our year at School Year Abroad.

I remember his first pets. Because I was responsible. A cat that had been living in my mom’s house (but not her cat) had four kittens, in her house, and we feared the owners would treat the babies as badly as they had the mother. I was still in college at the time, and escaped from my mom’s with the kittens barely an hour before the owners showed up looking for them. I intended to keep two, and had convinced my friend to take one, but didn’t have a home for the fourth. There was no way I could have three kittens in a tiny dorm room, so my friend  (who had an apartment) kept two, naming them Grand Marnier (Marnie) and Sambucca (Bucca). My kittens had the more prosaic names of Mischief and Trouble.

His sister friended me on Facebook about a year ago, for which I am very grateful, as I was able to follow his story this past year through what she shared on Facebook. I’d half-hoped to hear from him after she reached out, but also understand why I did not, respected it and never pushed the issue.

In December, her updates made it clear that things were worsening, and for the past week, it seemed like everywhere I turned, I was hearing music that reminded me of him.

Because my friend loved to dance. So many of my memories of him are related to dancing and music. At the AfLatAm dances in Andover our Lower Middle year,  at clubs in France during our SYA year in 1978-79 and then later during college and the years after when we would get together.

Just after Christmas driving north to finish retrieving the last of my personal belongings from what is now my ex’s house, I heard the Commodores’ Brick House and I was 16 again, at an AfLatAm dance on a Saturday night.

And then, watching the film Ruby Sparks with my family, I heard — for the first time in years — Plastic Bertrand’s Ça plane pour moi, which was hugely popular when we were in France.

The lyrics are pretty nonsensical, even if you speak French, but a good translation of  ”ça plane pour moi” is “things are going well for me.”

And that is my hope for you, mon cher ami — that, wherever “after” takes us, “ça plane pour toi.”

Here’s to 2013…

by Susan Getgood on December 28, 2012 · 4 comments

in BlogHer,Family,Holiday

Taken at Ground Zero December 21, 2012

2012 has not been a great year for so many friends, colleagues and acquaintances, and truth be told, not so wonderful for me either. Most days, it definitely felt like the toast was jelly-side down.

But I’ve always been a glass half-full person. So rather than dwell on the bad, I thought I would take some time to share some of the things about which I am grateful and happy.

First, and always, my son Douglas (Instagram picture). The (still in progress) divorce has meant changes for all of us but Doug has really come into his own this year, and brought home his best report card EVER this fall, which makes me disgustingly proud.

I missed him over Thanksgiving when he was with his Dad and will miss him this weekend when he goes to spend the New Year with my ex, but we are forging new holiday traditions. Starting with a trip to New York City at holiday time. This year, it was the school field trip on December 21st. We went to the World Trade Center site, Bryant Park (Instagram picture), Rockefeller Center (Instagram picture) and of course the M&M Store in Times Square. With exciting (to 6th, 7th and 8th graders) culinary stops at McDonalds, Sbarro and the train station cafe.

We also make a point of visiting the Norwalk Maritime Aquarium every year for the Festival of Lighthouses Contest. We stumbled upon it the first year we lived here, and now, three years in, it is part of the holiday tradition. It runs through January 21st, so if you are in southwestern CT, well worth the stop.

The Bridgeport Independence Day parade starts from the public park next to our house.

I am beyond grateful to my mother and brother who sold their house in Massachusetts to consolidate with Douglas and me here in Connecticut. Things are still dicey on the financial front, and will be for a while, but having family support nearby has made a world of difference to both me and my son. I posted some pictures of  the house decorated for Christmas on Instagram (at these links - one, two, three) and at right is a shot I took on July 4th.

My job at BlogHer is still the most fun anyone should be allowed to have at a job. Some days the toast is jelly-side down at work too, but I get to do some amazing things. Like ride a Harley-Davidson motorcycle last summer and hang out with some tremendous Chicago area bloggers at a Balanced Living workshop hosted by Coca-Cola earlier this month.

Plus, every day, I get to work with a terrific group of people ( my BlogHer colleagues, our amazingly talented network bloggers, and our sponsors and advertisers) doing what I love the most — connecting brands and social media influencers in mutually beneficial ways. Below is a picture from BlogHer Pro earlier this month of just a few of the tremendously talented folks I get to work with at BlogHer.

Left to right: Skye Kilaen, Susan Getgood, Jenny Lauck, Jenifer Monroe, Lena Lotsey. Photo taken for us by the lovely Josie Webb at BlogHer Pro

Not the least, I am grateful for the stalwart few of you who continue to read my blogs even though I update so infrequently. I start each week with the best intentions. Truly. But so much of what has consumed my personal life this year is just not suitable for blogging. Nevertheless, in 2013, I am aiming for one post a week here, and one on Marketing Roadmaps.

As I have in past years, I’d like to leave you with the words of one of my very favorite Christmas carols, May Every Day Be Christmas by Louis Jordan.

“May every day be Christmas
And every day be blessed
Let the end of every day be filled with happiness
And may the Lord be good to you with every rising sun
All through the day have a smile for everyone
At night time comes a longing to be with ones you love
To sit around the fireside and dream of stars above
So may God bless you and keep you, come what may
Then every day will be a happy day
May good times come to you every day”

Here’s to a buttered-side up 2013 for all of us!

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Reflections on respect and other matters

by Susan Getgood on November 22, 2012

in Election 12,Ethics,Politics

Respect. Honesty. Tolerance. These are the building blocks of integrity.

And somewhere along the way, a large portion of this country has lost sight of its integrity, and that makes me sad.

Even sadder is that our moral meltdown is playing out on the public stage of Facebook and Twitter in ever uglier ways.

I’d love to think — I want to believe — that teenagers who make racist remarks about our President on Twitter and young women who post disrespectful photos taken at our National Cemetery on Facebook just aren’t thinking clearly about the ramifications of their stupid and offensive actions. And of course, they are not, and on some level, we need to forgive them their youthful stupidity and move on. Maybe they are racist. Maybe they aren’t. Maybe they have no respect for our veterans. Maybe they do.  At the moment, they are simply the latest icons for the pervasiveness of social media, and a timely reminder that once it is online, it’s out there forever. No do-overs.

But the sad sad reality is that their flagrant disrespect is simply reflective of what they see around them.

When a candidate for president can dismiss half the population as ne’er do wells

When candidates for national office think it’s okay to redefine rape

When conservative commentators think it’s okay to call the President a “retard”  and then compound the nastiness to say it just means “loser”  …

I think it is pretty clear  – when it comes to integrity, we’ve lost the plot. How can we really be that surprised when our youth behaves so badly when so many putative role models clearly have ZERO respect and tolerance for others? Quite frankly, I think they lie too, but that’s not my main point here.

There’s some good news — respect and tolerance prevailed on November 6th. I am most definitely giving thanks that “That Happened:”

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But we cannot be complacent in our lingering election euphoria. I fear that the ugliness is still simmering under the current veneer of cooperation and retrenchment on the right.

So, while I am thankful that women will still retain their reproductive rights in this country, and that more and more of our citizens are free to marry whomever they choose (although I never plan to do THAT again personally), and that the middle class won’t get totally squeezed as the 1% gets another tax cut, and that math prevailed over mumbo jumbo, and that there are outstanding young men like John Franklin Stephens, I am also thinking long and hard about integrity today.

And what we as a nation need to do to get it back.

 

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