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Lean In and Hustle

04.12.2013 by Susan Getgood //

Now that I have read Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In, I can simply say that I was disappointed. As I wrote earlier this year, I  had fairly low expectations of the book. I suppose if I measure my sentiment after reading to what I expected prior, my expectations were met. But not for the reasons I initially expected.

Here’s my bottom line:

While I found myself agreeing with many key points, and identified with some examples, her thesis still comes down to the idea that it is incumbent on women to make changes in their behavior to unlock the executive suite. While I don’t disagree that we are all personally responsible for our own success, I do believe there are institutional barriers for women that men do not face. As long as we keep putting the onus  on the individual, we won’t address these barriers. We won’t make REAL progress.

What are these institutional barriers? Everything from modern business only gives lip service to the family, and still tends to evaluate female employees in the context of potential parent, to traditional “masculine” values and management styles are more highly prized than the feminine.

I was disappointed because numerous times in the book, Sandberg seemed to almost get there — to ascribe some responsibility to the infrastructure, but then she pulled back to the personal responsibility.

Ultimately though, the larger disappointment was that the book ended up being a $15 commercial for her Lean In Circles.

I read it on my Kindle, and at about 66%, I had to put it down for a few days, figuring to save the last third for a time when I could sit and read it through. Imagine my disappointment when I went back to it, to read about three additional pages, and a plug for the Lean In Circles, followed by the longest acknowledgement section I have ever read.

So, I didn’t hate the book, but I kinda want my $15 and the couple hours I spent reading it back. I felt conned.

Speaking of the con, my latest guilty pleasure is the UK drama Hustle. It ran for eight 6-episode seasons, ending in 2012, but we just discovered it this year. The protagonists are con artists, and not in the  Robin Hood “give to the poor” genre that the US flavor of this concept has (Leverage.) In Hustle, while the marks are clearly bad greedy fools who deserve to lose their money, our heroes definitely keep the money for themselves.

And you root for them, every time.

The actors are all excellent, but I do have to single out Robert Glenister as Ash Morgan and Adrian Lester as “Mickey Bricks.” Lester was not in season 4 which was by far the weakest. It was also great to see Robert Vaughn — in his 70s — having such fun with a role.

Seasons 1-4 are available on DVD in the US, but you can find the others on the BBC’s YouTube channel. Here’s episode 1, season 1: The Con Is On.

Trust me. The mark gets ripped off in Hustle, but you don’t!

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Categories // Feminism, TV/Film

To Reva

03.30.2013 by Susan Getgood //

Ch. Blueberry's Best Served Cold, 6/20/04-3/27/13

Our sweet girl Reva (Ch. Blueberry’s Best Served Cold) passed away peacefully late Wednesday night.

She had two really great weeks from when we learned she had cancer — happy, playing in the yard with our other two dogs, getting spoiled rotten.

And then Wednesday when I got home from work, as soon as I saw her, I knew she had had a bad day. She’d seemed fine in the morning but as the day went on, she had trouble breathing; my brother had already made an appointment at the vet for the following day.

I couldn’t sleep though, so was watching TV in the family room, very near to where she was asleep in her crate. Around 11 pm or so, she yelped, so I picked her up and we sat peacefully together for 20, maybe 30 minutes as I stroked her. Then she had a couple mild convulsions and was gone.

I will miss her terribly for the rest of my life, but am so grateful that she did not suffer terribly and that I was with her at the end, in our home not in the scary vet’s office.

It is always too soon when a pet dies, and here, doubly so as she was only 8.5 years old. Far too young.

Her mother lived to nearly 14, so I thought I had years left with her. And while I try to treat all my animals equally, Reva was special for me. So special. It has taken me nearly 3 days to be able to write this post because you can’t type when you are bawling.

Let me tell you about Reva. So you will know how special she was too.

For the first year of her life, she lived partly with us but mostly with my co-owner who showed her to her championship in June 2005. Then she came to stay with me full-time, but the intention was that we would place her with a family.

Reva, however, was having none of that. She wanted to stay, and wormed her way indelibly into my heart. She became my dog.

She was obsessed with light and shadows. She would stare at a patch of sunlight for hours. And the laser pointer? The laser pointer was the only toy she really loved.

She loved to eat ice cubes.

When we did obedience, she was fine with sit, down and heel but the concept of sit-stay was a non-starter. “You want me to do WHAT as  you walk away?”

When she was happy and getting attention, she made these snorty sounds that we came to call “pig-dog.”

Reva with her puppies June 2007

She was a terrific mum. Although she wasn’t too thrilled with anyone but me handling her puppies.

When she was a puppy she nibbled through the drywall in the dog room in our old house. Who knows why? She was a very mouthy bitch all her life. She would talk to you. Long stories 🙂

 Loved to chase feet. Mine in particular, although since we consolidated households with my mother and brother last Spring, Mum experienced the “Reva Nibble” quite a lot as well. 

Once when she was very young, I apparently wasn’t getting the food down fast enough so she jumped up and nipped me on the ass, a story that my son LOVES to retell. 

When she was about 8 months old, her half sister Carly (GCH Blueberry’s Attitude Dancing) won the breed at Westminster, and my co-owner and I were interviewed by the local paper and New England Cable News. Since Carly was still out showing with her handler, Reva was the “demo dog” and appeared on TV and in the paper.

Cash (left), Reva (right)

For the past five years, Reva and her son Cash have been nearly inseparable  except for the few months when Cash (Ch. Blueberry’s Cold Cash) was with our handler. I am sure he misses her as much as we do.

There is a Reva shaped hole in our hearts.

Love you Reva. Always.

Categories // Dogs

2013. So far a mixed bag. With an extra helping of awful.

03.14.2013 by Susan Getgood //

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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