Showing posts with label Pondering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pondering. Show all posts

March 22, 2012

The dangers of the Blogessphere

The truth is this: sometimes (OK, fine, most of the time) blogs creep me out. 

The blogosphere is a little bit like high school. There’s a small clique of The Popular Girls who seem to have it all together, and the rest of us really want an invite to sit at the cool table. 

 When I first decided to start a little blog of my own my dad was absolutely incredulous. “Why in the world would you want to put all of this personal information on the Internet? “ he asked. “I’ve spent my life trying to make sure no one can find out anything about me, and now you’re doing it voluntarily?” 

Yes. And that’s the point. Generation Y is hungry for the back-story. We’re voyeurs. We want to watch other people’s lives and compare them to our own to see how we stack up. We already spend hours each week watching as The Real Housewives and the Kardashians go about their daily lives and reading about their every move in gossip magazines. 

 But blogs are even better. Blogs offer the rare jewel of interactivity. We can spend all the time in the world watching reality shows and reading US Weekly, but when it comes down to it, all those famous figures still maintain a mythical inaccessibility. With personal blogs we get to see behind the closed doors of normal people. People like us. People whose lives are attainable, and therefore infinitely more interesting to read about than those of millionaire movie stars. 

 We feel like we truly know these bloggers. We consider them friends. We can comment on their posts, and there’s a good chance they’ll respond. Standard blog chatter involves endearing terms like “my dears” and “darlings”, yanking us out of the reality of anonymity and making us feel like we’re catching up with an old friend. 

And when it comes down to it, don’t we all really just want to be liked? 

 In a time when most of us spend 8 hours a day staring into the haze of a computer screen, it's no surprise that we're desperate to connect via technology. Blogging allows an almost instant development of virtual friendships, and can often even go a step further and morph into tangible in-the-flesh relationships. Yet, with so much time spent hungrily digging into other people’s lives, don't we risk abandoning the reality of our own? 

 Maybe we just want more information. 

Blogs give us unrestricted access to worlds different from our own. Want to snoop around the West Village in NYC? Smith and Ratliff is sure to do the trick. Maybe you want to go abroad? You can live vicariously through Jordan Ferney, who is spending the year in Paris with her husband and two young children. Maybe we keep reading to see what else is out there so that we can evolve and make our own life the best it can be. 

There’s no question that blogs make it incredibly easy to get inspired. They also make it easy to get jealous. To some degree, blogs are founded on envy. We read about stylish new clothing brands, trendy restaurants, and spicing up our apartments with gallery walls and chalkboard paint. It’s all about wanting. Sometimes we find ourselves wanting a particular pair of designer ballet flats, and sometimes we want a whole different life. 

As humans, and perhaps as young women especially, we’re always looking for validation. It’s natural that we continually hunt for a sense of community and personal connection in a technology-filled world. Now more than ever, blogging and social media lets young women learn from each other and become empowered. 

There's a growing trend of blogger-run, blogger-attended workshops that focus on building some sort of blog-related skill set, with the added bonus of brushing shoulders with some of the more well-known blog celebrities. But is this truly about mastering a skill, or simply expanding our social circle to feel like we’re part of the in-crowd? 

Recently, Olivia from Everyday Musings posted about a week long food styling and photography workshop she attended in La Dordogne, France. The workshop was led by Aran, the bloggess behind Cannelle Et Vanille. A freelance food writer and photographer with a popular blog, Aran led a small group of women through the French countryside teaching them more about her craft. 

Similarly, quirky graphic designer Designlovefest runs the incredibly popular Blogshop – 2 day workshops that get into the nitty gritty of how to use Photoshop to better your blog. The sold-out events are being held from LA to Berlin, and young women seem to have no problem plunking down $772 (plus the cost of travel, accommodations, etc.) in the hopes of improving their software skills and beautifying their blogs. 

There's no denying that the young women running these workshops are making things happen for themselves. Rejecting a standard 9-5 job to pursue their passions in creative fields, blogs give these entrepreneurs the platform they need to gain a following and build their business. 

Good blogging – interesting, regularly updated content, gorgeous high-res photos, and perhaps just a dash of envy – is enabling women around the world to connect and help each other make things… and make things happen. 

They’re not waiting around. Instead of relying on an already-established organization to give them a chance, these 20 and 30-something women are taking things into their own hands and making a living off of their creativity. 

I have incredible respect for these women that have exposed their lives on the Internet – who are sharing sometimes very-personal details of their daily lives, taking great photos, and writing interesting content that has managed to blossom into a livelihood. 

And yet, there is a part of me that is still skeptical. 

I can’t help wondering whether a huge number of young women are wasting their time banking on the prospect of making a living this way. For every successful blogger, there are thousands whose blogs will be nothing more than a public diary – a way to chronicle their lives and keep track of photos and maybe get an occasional comment from a virtual passerby. 

At this point we've become so overexposed to this over-designed online world that the prospect of a “normal” office job and an “un-styled” life is becoming completely obsolete. “Normalcy” is portrayed as completely unglamorous in a blogosphere dominated by photo shoots and exciting freelance careers. 

Is it detrimental to the young, female psyche to place so much emphasis on a perfectly designed life? 

Young women are spending a whole lot of time reading about other people's lives, and shelling out a lot of money to be mentored and coached by their favorite bloggers. They get to learn something tangible – a new skill valuable in the online community. And they feel hopeful that someday they too will acquire the Internet fame necessary to leave their drab “normal” life behind in favor of one dominated by DSLRs and quaint cafes. But is this really an attainable dream? Obviously, not every 25-year-old female who starts a blog will find success. 

Is it misguided for us to be spending so much of our time on virtual pursuits instead of the concrete aspects of everyday reality? 

 And yet, maybe the process of blogging—making a new friend, reading one positive comment, and simply having an outlet in a community of creative, determined young females—is enough. 

It’s a fine line between inspiration and unrealistic hope, but maybe it’s enough to start thinking outside the box. All you have to do is read a few blogs to realize that anything is possible.

January 3, 2012

2012 goal: Put it down

Technology has made it so amazingly easy to capture moments - whether it's what we had for dinner or a breathtaking view, our smartphones are there to snap the picture, email it, text it, tweet it, and blog it. All at once. But we're all so caught up sharing our moments, that we risk losing our ability to enjoy them.
So this year, every once in a while, think about putting it down and just enjoying.

{photo of NYE 2010 by Dave Beckerman via Hither & Thither}

October 17, 2011

Full tilt

It has come to my attention that much of the population - nay, I'd even say the majority of humans - operate on a more rational, take-it-step-by-step, lower key kind of level.

I would like to meet these people.
I would like to talk to them about their level-headed and more easygoing approach.
I suppose I could ask my husband, because he is one of those people, but I am so busy full-tilting myself off an emotional cliff that there's really no point.

Let us take, for example, apartment hunting.
This past weekend, in the glorious fall chill, we went to see 3 apartments in Hoboken.
Two were barfy gross and undid me wanting to move to Hoboken.
The third was a delightful 1 bedroom (with a washer and dryer IN THE UNIT bestill my heart) in a historic brownstone on Hudson Street a block from the river.
It was mighty fine.

But things are expensive. So very very expensive.
Especially when one needs to bring their stupid car and park in a non-existent parking spot in Hoboken to drive the evilly long route to a job that is not very enticing to begin with.
So suddenly parking tacks on another $250 a month to your budget.
Do you know how many frozen yogurts I could buy with $250?
How many eggplant parm subs?
How many pairs of comfy ballet flats?
(actually, probably not that many)

So normal people might browse apartment listings. Contact a realtor. Since there is no deadline or urgency just leisurely go to look at apartments in a calm and relaxed fashion since, again let me emphasize, there is no deadline or urgency.

Except in the mental sense.
As in, my mental sense.
Because everything has to be donerightnow.
And decisions have to be made rightnow.
Because otherwise it's the dreaded inbetween time which causes much angst and suffering and emotional distress for those of us who like to have everything figured out, even though nothing is ever really figured out.

So now I'm back to obsessively stalking apartments in NYC, because honestly it'd probably be cheaper to live in the city and ditch that lame car and yet do I really want to be in the city 24/7 and could I handle all that hustle bustle and, let me just tell you...

People. It's hard going full tilt all the time.

{photo via here}

July 28, 2011

Blog-watching

My new favorite read is the blog Hither and Thither -- often I feel it encapsulates all of the things I want out of my life. 
Living in NYC, working as a freelance writer and editor, exploring the city, traveling around the world, and eating.
OK, fine. It's probably the eating. In fact, it's definitely the eating.
That's the life I want. A life of eating.
And they really really like to eat.
Which makes me really really like their blog.

However, very often the whole blog scene freaks me out a little bit.
So much of our blog fetish seems to stem from envy... we read about other people's lives, other people's businesses, other people's babies, and it breeds this giant wad of envy deep in the pit of our stomachs that starts to make us question our own lives, which are probably pretty damn good to begin with. Bloggers turn into mini-celebrities...but these particular celebs are somewhat accessible, and there is a built-in dialogue via comment fields, twitter, etc. that makes it feel like you truly know them.

Don't get me wrong, the blogging community is powerful and supportive and has been able to do a lot of great things for people.

But it still makes me uncomfortable.
We spend so much time watching other people's lives we risk missing our own.

July 8, 2011

Q: Who do you admire?


In the continuing saga of what-should-I-do-with-my-life, I have been posting (more than anyone wants to read) about my inner confusion. First angst-ridden installment was here.  Now, to continue my (hopefully illuminating) interview with myself.

Question 2:  Who do you admire, and what does that say about the person you want to be?

When I thought about this few weeks ago, everything became a lot clearer.  Thinking mainly from a career perspective, every single person I have ever admired - ever thought, "wow, good for them" or "that's the kind of person I want to be", has been a creative type who's left the corporate 9-5 world to make something new or different for themselves.  

You know the type - Oprah did entire episodes about these folks.  The high-powered lawyer who suddenly realized she was overworked and unfulfilled and started making pies.  A CEO who left her suits behind to start a horse farm. 

The people who found the balls to leave the norm for something shakier - something less defined, without benefits, without a standard hierarchy of promotion and merit increases.  But something they were passionate about that made them truly happy.

I feel like this is becoming a more common story for a lot of people nowadays, especially women.  Social media has afforded people opportunities that they never would have had otherwise.  Women who made sock puppets as a hobby are now bringing in a full-time salary by selling them on Etsy.  Blogging has given tons of women an outlet to sell their wares, services, or simply their words, and to profit from it in a big way.  Or at least big enough to live relatively comfortably, and to leave the cubicle behind.

Those. Those are the people I admire.

And I've been thinking a lot about how that plays into my current career decisions.  

Right now, I work full time in a corporate setting.  As far as corporate goes, it's excellent.
Flexible, friendly, laid back.
But.  It's still corporate.
Which means computer glaze.  Fluorescent sunlight. Standard hours. 

I've been thinking about how I have never even come close to saying anything along the lines of "Wow, I really admire that CEO."  
Not to say I don't respect people who run large organizations, or are excellent managers, or run team meetings. 
But it's not what I want.

Apparently, what I want is a lot of flexibility.  And the independence to work on a variety of projects.  And some control over the terms.  And the chance to create.

I've decided that asking yourself Who do you admire? is a pretty excellent way to figure out what you want in the long term. Because when you start noticing the patterns, and realize that every time you read a magazine that talks about a woman that left a high-paying, successful career in the corporate world to make natural perfumes and sell them on Etsy, you do a mental fist pump....well, it says something.

July 5, 2011

Blah de blah

If you, like me, are bored and stalling from doing the work that needs to be done, might I suggest this article from Salon?

Basically it's the sob story of every angst-ridden 20-something out there right now. Sub in whatever your career goal is there (mine happens to be identical to the one mentioned in the article), and there you have it.
Your angst, put to words.
Relationshippal drama + career confusion + where-am-I-going-in-life-pleas.

What happened to us, man?  Poor Gen Y. 
We're all so confused and completely immersed in said-confusion that it makes it hard to even focus on anything good going on in life. We can't see the fun or latch onto the whole "it's the journey that matters" mentality because we're all so up in our heads trying to make things work the way we envisioned during all those years of education when we were told we could do ANYTHING and we could have EVERYTHING.

Oh, is that just me?

No. No it is not. At the VERY least it is me and Mr. NOMA who is also filled with angst and confusion.

June 3, 2011

Q: What would you regret?

I'm getting sick of the whole "what should I do with my life" blabbering (and I know everyone else is.. ahem ahem... husband...) so I figured that perhaps thinking about it differently, from another perspective, would be more helpful than just droning on with the same question of "what do I do what do I do...".
Hence my interview. With myself.

On the radio this morning they were talking about a book written by a nurse who has spent her life tending to patients near death.  She wrote about the most common regrets people express as they near the end of their lives.  Morbid, I know.  But, an interesting exercise.

Question 1:  If I looked back on my life in 30 years, would I regret anything?

- My marriage? Hell no.
- My family and friends? Definitely not.
- That last minute kind of indulgent trip to the Bahamas only 6 months after our honeymoon? Not one bit.
- Somehow making time to teach a bunch of dance and fitness classes in addition to a full time job and 2hr+ daily commute? Never.
- Leaving a Masters program that was sucking away my soul and not providing any enjoyment? Nope.
- Sitting in a cubicle 40+ hours a week following the standard corporate America pathway to financial/career security as my muscles and creativity and soul shrivel up into flabby lumps:  Yes.

I think I'd regret just sitting here for my whole life - for even a large part of my life.  Stting in my cubicle and feeling like all of my living happens in a short 48 hour period on the weekend. 
Is it a good job?  Yes.  It's a great job.  It's a great company.  As far as corporate America goes, I don't think I could find better.  They're all about the work/life balance.  Great retirement plan.  Decent salary.  Good benefits.  Really great coworkers.  Pretty interesting work.  I'm good at it - quite good.  

But 40+ hours a week?  In a cubicle?  Just doing this one thing that I'm not really passionate about? 
For me, a regret.

May 25, 2011

Pondering

At what point does it become worth choosing happiness over comfort/security?

Somehow it seems like most people are content with (or at least, make the best of) whatever 40-hour a week office job they've ended up in.

There are others - many of the blogosphere's high and mighty - that have gone the freelance route and succeeded in making a creative life for themselves.

But it's hard to take the plunge.

As much as I would looooove to go part time and indulge other interests and passions - things I feel like I'm better suited for - it's hard to give up paid vacation time and benefits and a reallll nice retirement plan.  Plus, there's the risk of salary stagnation... no chance for promotion or raises, and just wading in the same average salary pool for eternity.

But if you're happy maybe it's OK to tread water there?

May 10, 2011

Living your life with no regrets

The blinders stay on for most of us, thanks to twisted social norms that keep us projecting our lives into the future and equating personal value with what we produce. As Alan Watts once put it, "Unless one is able to live fully in the present, the future is a hoax." He noted that the education you get prepares you for the future, "instead of showing you how to be alive now."
...
The false belief that all value comes from output -- "I produce therefore I am" -- is a lousy measuring stick for self-worth but very effective at squelching your life. Every time you step back from productive endeavor, you have no value. The problem is that the realm of nonproductivity happens to be where your life lives -- fun, recreation, play, love, art, social activities, passions.
...
When we crowd out our lives by chasing the yardsticks of outside approval -- money, popularity, beauty, status -- we miss out on the things that provide the only approval that counts, the gratification of our core needs: autonomy, competence, and social connection.
...
Worth is a byproduct of internal validation, something you get from the part of life that's supposed to be worthless: your passions, i.e., play.

 

An interesting article by Joe Robinson in the Huffington Post.

April 28, 2011

Discontent

Sometimes I get the feeling that I will never feel truly content with where I am in my life.
That I'll always be thinking there's something better out there.

Will moving to NYC make me happy?
Maybe not.
Will having some other job make me happy?
Eh, probably not in the long run.

It's pretty depressing to think that maybe I'm just the kind of person that keeps looking over the horizon for The Next Thing and hoping it will somehow make everything perfect.




April 26, 2011

Realization

It's not that I'm totally unhappy in my current job, or where I'm living, or anything close to that.
I am usually pretty happy at this job.
It's steady and secure. Great coworkers. I have responsibility and am good at my job.

That's the problem.
I could see myself staying here long term.

I had a similar relationship panic long ago....
I could see it working long term so thought I had to take a "break" and date around so I could say I'd done that.
It was a total failure.
I was unhappy and un-breaked asap.

Same thing.
My job is pretty good.
I could see myself buying a house and raising a family here.

And I'll never have left central NJ.*
Or gone out on a limb.
Or tried something new or risky.
I'll never have gotten the chance to live in NYC, which is something I've always wanted to try.

I'm afraid of limiting my options.



*Because at this job limits my options for living/doing so so much, because it's a traffic/commuting nightmare and you can't live more than 15 miles away or you're looking at a 2 hour commute.

November 18, 2010

Pondering

How 12+ hours of my days are spent
on my way to/at/on my way from
work.

That's kind of depressing.

1 hr running around in the semi-dark getting ready
1+ hr in stop and go traffic
9ish hours at the office
1+ hr in stop and go traffic
=
12 hours

Hours NOT at work?
Maybe 4.

Sad.

June 2, 2010

Pondering

...whether palmolive really thinks that their weird-smelling green dish detergent is going to fulfill it's "aromatherapy" promise and actually give me "ENERGY!"
?

March 25, 2010

Pondering...

...why every receptionist on this earth is a giant bitch.

November 23, 2009

Monday Notes...

Dear Green Hyundai in front of me on the way to work this morning,
You are the blight that plagues New Jersey roadways.
Driving 30 mph in a 50 mph speed zone.
Swerving from side to side as you applied your entire makeup arsenal.
Sitting at a light sorting coupons or reading scraps of paper or WHATEVER IT WAS YOU FELT TO DO THAT IMPEDED MY PROGRESS.

Dear Corporate gods,
Human beings were not meant to work 40+ hours a week. We were not meant to waste away in front of a computer with numb rumps and glazed watery eyes under the gleam of flourscent lights.

Dear Roadways of NJ,
We were not meant to sit in traffic with a bunch of crazies applying make up and sorting coupons and travel an hour to get to aforementioned cubicle hell.

Dear Muscles,
I'm sorry you feel sad and tight and are beginning to wither away because I couldn't take you to ballet class today. Sometimes work gets in the way of fun.

Dear Self,
Why can't you be more accepting of this work-for-aliving lifestyle and grow accustomed to repetitive tasks and stifling boredom?

Love,
Kathryn

August 28, 2009

Someone please bring me a pastry

Is it possible to watch "Julie & Julia" without having insatiable cravings for food?*  

No.  No, I think not.  

Particularly if you are still on a permanent dessert kick - a kick which has lasted TWO WEEKS - most likely due to the fact that you were on vacation for one entire week and failed to ever get a freaking ice cream cone.  Is there anything more blasphemous?  A week at the beach sans ice cream?  I think not.

And so when 9:45 p.m. rolled around and the credits scrolled along, goodness gracious help me if I was not in monumental need of something SWEET.  

And you know the problem?  

The problem is when you live in the suburbs**, particularly Tropical Storm Danny-affected suburbs, your options are limited.  Really limited.  Because there's no where to go for a freaking good dessert.  

There are no trendy little cupcake shops or sweet patisseries or ANYWHERE TO GET A FREAKING DESSERT.  Unless you want to go to some godforsaken chain restaurant and have them microwave you some frozen lava explosion that's been sitting in storage for decades.  

And of course, any place that MAY have been able to offer a decent dessert is probably closed.  Because it's 10 p.m.  Who CARES if it's Friday night.  It's DARK.  And therefore it must be BEDTIME.  Why yes.  Darkness = Suburban Bedtime.  

Which brings up an important question, which I've mulled over recently....
 
(be prepared... REALLY stimulating philosophical quandry coming up........)

...are city-folk naturally more adventerous?  I mean, is it even POSSIBLE for a homebody, a somewhat unspontaneous soul to call a major metropolitan area home?

Because really, when you live in a city, you're choosing the City over whatever small square footage you may call Home.  You're not paying for a brilliant piece of real estate (unless you're loaded - and then - lucky you - you can have whatever you want), but most likely you're paying to carve out some tiny niche of space within a bustling metropolis.  You're paying to be surrounded by culture and art and diversity and restaurants and CUPCAKES AT 2 A.M. IF YOU WANT THEM.

Can you move to a city and BECOME adventurous?  
Or is it a lost cause? 
Are you innately meant for suburbia?  
Or can the suburbia be drilled out of you?

This sugar-craving-suburbia-hating-late-night-(but not late in terms of city-time because it's only 10:40 p.m.) diatribe has now come to an end.

I'm going to make an ice cream sundae.


*Or to fall in love with Julia Child?  Or to feel inspired to chortle out loud more often?  And not care who's listening?  And to pull yourself out of your ocean and WRITE A NOVEL OR SOMETHING DAMMIT!?

**when I first typed this, I wrote "leave" instead of "live."  Freudian slip much?

{Photo via here}

November 19, 2008

Also pondering...

...why this man who is sitting in the middle of the library thinks its a-okay to chitter chatter away on his cell phone, oh excuse me, his BLUETOOTH, conducting work.


Sir, my guess is that you came here because it is "a quiet place to work."

Are you grasping the irony of this situation?

Pondering


I'm sitting in the library surrounded by stacks and stacks of books.

Are you ever amazed that we never seem to run out of words?

November 16, 2008

An Unending and Unyielding Quest


I've come to realize that the problem, the whole find-a-job-that-you-don't-despise-problem, comes down to the fact that I have a few too many interests to be contained to a single daily stint.  

Well, that's great!  Lots of interests = Good.
That's what you may be thinking.  

However, this is not the case.  This is very much not the case, because it means that any position I come across still manages to lack something, because no single job could possibly contain all of the things I'm interested in.  

Duh, is what you might now be thinking. 

But I clearly have been raised, along with the rest of my generation, with unreasonably high expectations of being able to find some life-confirming career that will make me thrilled to battle traffic and meetings and minimal time at home on the couch in my pjs.  

This, I've concluded, will never happen.

Because, I'm thinking it's pretty much impossible to find a "perfect" career that will make you happy.  Because, when it comes down to it, as wise Papa says, "Work is work."  And once work becomes Work the love and happiness of it usually flits right on out the window. 

However, if anyone out there has a way to combine writing dance home design books education real estate fashion healthcare editing food magazines then I would be oh-so-grateful if you could please direct me to this mecca of potential career happiness.  

Oh, and I'd prefer not to sit in an office all day.  Or stare at a computer much.  

Thanks!

October 10, 2008

Move Up? Move Out? Families Squeeze In


Since I have oodles of time to ponder the meaning of life and mentally furnish the gorgeous pre-war penthouse of my future, I have been thinking a lot about the perks of city vs. country life.

At the moment, I am quite ensconced within the confines of suburban New Jersey, and while it is absolutely gorgeous and I loved growing up here, since starting college I've come to feel a wee bit trapped. When it takes you twenty minutes to drive to a coffee shop, and on that route you see more acorn-munching deer and herds of buffalo than human beings, you really can't help but wonder what motivates people's desire for isolation.

Basically, that was a super long and me me me-focused introduction to this NY Times article about the increasing number of upper-middle-class Manhattan families who are choosing to remain squashed in a one-bedroom apartment rather than giving up the perks of the city and moving to the suburbs.

The family in the picture below bought their 700 sq ft West Village loft a decade ago. They've since had to make room for a home office and two children.

Tina Fineberg for The New York Times

They converted a walk in closet/laundry room into a bedroom for their six year old daughter. Their two year old son currently sleeps on a fold out mattress at the foot of the bed, and they're trying to figure out how to create some kind of private space for him.

A professor of child development at Columbia University, Jeanne Brooks-Gunn notes that "The vast majority of humans alive today, and those in the past, have lived in close quarters," which only seems new to developed nations like the U.S. where each child is expected to get their own bedroom.

NYU sociologist Kathleen Gerson notes that in major cities, where there is less private space, people tend to spend more time in public areas outside the home.

It's a very interesting read. And definitely fits right into my personal musings of late. I've been wondering, from an evolutionary perspective, is it more natural for humans to want to live in close quarters and be part of a close-knit urban community, or isolate themselves enough to have land and space that is specifically theirs?