Posts Tagged With: sexism

Day 1378: My best side

In this daily blog and elsewhere, I like to present my best side.  That is, I tend to focus on the positive and to share hopeful and optimistic thoughts and feelings.

Of course, each one of us has more than one side, and all of those sides are important.

Today, “my best side” in this post actually refers to somebody else showing a worst side.

Several decades ago, when I was in my 20’s, I was doing my best to create a marketing brochure at a high tech company. The high tech company had hired an advertising company, now defunct, to help us produce that brochure.  One day, the account manager of that advertising company, the project manager within my company, and I discussed who would appear in photographs for the brochure. Here’s the worst side of that conversation:

Project Manager:  We would like to use some of our employees in the photographs for this brochure.  As a matter of fact, we would like to include Ann in one of the photos.

Me: So, make sure you get my best side in the photo!

Account manager (turning to project manager): Well, in that case, she’d have to be bending over. (sleazy laugh)

Me (stunned and shaking my head):  WHAT?????

All of my sides were horrified that the account manager of an advertising agency we had hired had just objectified and dissed me, so blatantly, in front of me and my co-worker.  I was so appalled, I spoke to many people on different sides of my company, hoping to get them to see my side — that the account manager’s behavior was unacceptable, unprofessional, and worthy of swift retribution.

Here’s the worst side of the story —  nobody did anything about it.  The project manager didn’t protest, the female executive I spoke with suggested I just let my anger go, and the high tech company continued to work with the account manager and the advertising agency. I remember being VERY disappointed how none of the decision makers at my company took my side.

Why am I focusing on this dark side of human nature today?  Here’s my best answer for that: two days ago a candidate for President of the USA was shown demonstrating  a similar misogynistic and women-objectifying side. Today, as I write this, most sides are protesting his behavior, which I see as progress.

Back in the late 1970s, I would have wished that somebody else took my side when I was so egregiously objectified and dismissed.  However, I’m grateful for the opportunity to tell my side of that story, today.

What are the best sides of the photos I took yesterday, before I knew which side of myself I was going to show in today’s blog post?

img_5715

img_5716

img_5717

img_5723

img_5724

img_5718

img_5719

img_5720

img_5721

img_5722

What does your best side believe about this post? On my side, I believe that I and other human beings deserve to be treated with respect on all sides.

My best side now wants to thank Aretha Franklin, my long-time friend Barbara (who colored “your beautiful heart”), my son Aaron (who FaceTimed with me from Scotland yesterday morning),   all those who helped me create today’s post and you — of course! — for witnessing and bringing different sides, here and now.

Categories: personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 37 Comments

Day 1118: The Daily B*tch

Terry, a co-worker of mine, has The Daily Bitch calendar.   That calendar has shown up in this blog before, but I’m  too much of a  b*tch  to spend time, right now, looking for those previous posts.

Yesterday, Terry showed me the daily batch of The Daily Bitch:

IMG_8783

IMG_8784

IMG_8785

IMG_8786

IMG_8787

IMG_8788

IMG_8789

IMG_8790

One of those Daily Bitches made this b*tch laugh out loud. Which one, from that bitching batch, is your favorite?

Some more b*tchy thoughts from me, your daily blogging bitch:

  • At a meeting last week, I was a b*tch to somebody who said something I experienced as intrusive, ill-timed, and sexist.
  • I’m fine that I am what I am and that I bitched what I bitched to that person.
  • Like the daily bitch cartoon, above, we agreed to disagree and we resolved the conflict before the bitching hour of the meeting’s end.
  • Why is it — this bitch wonders — that an angry woman is called a “bitch,” daily, but an angry man is just called “angry”?
  • I don’t like my recent haircut, so I’m going to b*tch about that to my fabulous haircutter, Mia.
  • Mia has given me such a wonderful batch of haircuts over the years and is so much NOT a b*tch, I’m sure she’ll help me feel less b*tchy about my hair, very soon.
  • For you bitches who were wondering about this, nobody bitched about my presentation yesterday — everybody there seemed to love it.
  • As you can see from the first photo this bitch took yesterday, many people in this bitching country have something to b*tch about:

IMG_8782

That Storm Jonas sure is a bitch of a blizzard, threatening 29 million b*tches. By the way,  this bitch is glad that storms are now named after female bitches and male bastards (like Jonas), as opposed to just getting bitch names, the way it was when I was a little bitch.

This  older b*tch is hoping for a big batch of bitchy comments from her bitchy readers.

And, I don’t meant to be such a bitch, but WordPress is being such a bitch as I’m writing this bitchy post that it won’t let me use more than one asterisk in a paragraph without becoming totally b*tchy.

What do you have to bitch about in your life today, my b*tches?

B*tchin’ thanks to Terry and everybody else that helped me create this bitching post. Thanks to you — of course! — no matter what you have to bitch about, here and now.

Categories: personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 77 Comments

Day 636: Airhead

No matter who you are and what kind of head you have, there is only so much room in there. I recommend you give precious air to those thoughts that help you.

Yesterday, this helpful thought appeared in my head:

I need some fresh air!

So I headed out, into the notably warm air. As I walked, many songs aired through my headphones,  including The Heat of the Day by Pat Metheny and Pharrell Williams’s Happy (airing for the first time since it helped me get through a bout of pneumonia last spring).

This future-oriented thought took up air in my head:

What tune should I use for my blog post tomorrow?

But I aired that out, re-focusing on the present moment. I had faith that — no matter what song you heard in your head as you were reading my post today — it would match  airy images like these:

IMG_9749 IMG_9751 IMG_9752 IMG_9761 IMG_9762 IMG_9768 IMG_9777 IMG_9786 IMG_9803 IMG_9807 IMG_9816 IMG_9818 IMG_9825 IMG_9802

Then, Airhead by Thomas Dolby took up air in my head, as I walked through the warm air, yesterday.

Here’s a recent live version of that song:

(YouTube video found here)

… and another live performance from when Airhead first aired, in the 1980’s.

(YouTube video found here)

And — in case there’s enough air in your head for three versions of the same song — here’s the official video for Airhead (with lyrics):

This thought aired in my head, when I heard Airhead yesterday:

Perfect!  That tune lets me air thoughts I have about sexism, a topic I raised in a recent blog post, but haven’t revisited!

And I saw lots of images, where I could pretend to be an airhead:

IMG_9838

Duh!  Isn’t West supposed to be opposite to East?

IMG_9847

Where’s the private property in that photo?  Am I supposed to stay off that grass?

IMG_9850

Are the pets really THAT BIG around here?  Why are they welcomed, then?

However, would photos and captions like that really make non-airy points about sexism? I mean, I’m constantly airing images like those in my posts, no matter how much air I have in my head.

Then, I realized I could see a movie that’s been airing in theaters since the summer:

IMG_9863

Even though the name of it wasn’t aired on that marquee, “Guardians of the Galaxy” was playing at the theater there, and I’ve been wanting to see that.

As I moved through the air, to discover the next airing of “Guardians of the Galaxy,” I took this photo:

IMG_9871

The man driving the car noticed me taking a photo, and waved at me.  I stopped to speak with him, airing that I take pictures for a daily blog.

IMG_9872

He wanted me to take a photo of the last letter his son wrote him, before he died:

IMG_9873

As I turned to leave, he said this amazing thing to me:

I love you with all my heart.

And, then he said:

I don’t judge people. I know them by their hearts. How about you?

I said, “Me, too.”

Then, I went to see “Guardians of the Galaxy.”  Before it started, I took this photo, so I could air it for Vic Briggs, who loves Benedict Cumberbatch.

IMG_9885

I loved “Guardians of the Galaxy,” for oh so many reasons, which I don’t have time to air this morning.

I wish the main character could have been a woman … but you can’t have everything, can you?

Thanks to every woman and man who contributed to this post today and to you — of course! — for everything that’s in your head, right now.

Categories: in memoriam, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , | 23 Comments

Blog at WordPress.com.