RIP Farrah Fawcet

Yesterday, I posted a status on Facebook and Twitter that said that in honor of Farrah Fawcet, my ringtone was now the theme from Charlie's Angels.  Several hour later, when the news of Michael Jackson's death hit, several people made comments that I needed to switch my ringtone to Beat It or Thriller.  Taking nothing away from the King of Pop (I owned Thriller and consider to be a fantastic album - yes.  I had it as an album), but I am staying with Charlie's Angels.  Let me use the next few paragraphs to explain why.

As a young girl growing up in the 70s, we were just beginning to have female role models.  Yeah, there were the strong, powerful and accomplished women we read about in history books:  Eleanor Roosevelt, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Nellie Bly etc., but we didn't really see any.  Until Charlie's Angels.  I was fortunate to grow up in a household where my parents told me I could grow up to be anything I wanted.  And, because of a few women I saw on television, I believed it: Charlie's Angels, Wonder Woman and some WTA women - Billie Jean King and Chrissie Evert Lloyd.  

Now, I do realize that Wonder Woman poses a bit of a dilemma.  Without actual superpowers, I understood that I couldn't grow up to be like Wonder Woman (and the invisible jet that you could see her in never really did make any sense).  But she was also an executive of sorts.  Wore powerful suits and found the source of her power to be in her closet surrounded by great clothes and shoes.  This turned out to be true!!  Here was a woman that didn't go around talking about her skills and her abilities.  But she could kick butt.  All while wearing fabulous bracelets.  

Similarly, Charlie's Angels.  I didn't understand that they were sex symbols and posters for male fantasy until many years later.  For me, here were three women (more if you count the later years when they continued to rotate "the blond one" - that's when I tuned out), but I digress:  three women that were in the police department!  And, they went on special missions!  And they solved crimes!  And chased bad guys!  In heels!!  My parents were right, girls could grow up to be anything they wanted.  

So, I write this in honor of Farrah Fawcet.  Because she affected me.  RIP.  And with that, I leave you with the theme song of Charlie's Angels.  Which is my ringtone.  I must come clean though -  when I put in on a few weeks ago when I heard she was sick, I was in some ways,  kidding.  But the more I thought about why I really did it, I realized that Farrah Fawcet and the few other women on TV in the 70s did have a profound effect on the women of my generation.  And we owe them a great thank you.

Teaching our Children

Last week, I was at a friend's place, playing with her 18 month old daughter.  "Ellen" has reached the age where everything is a phone and talking into the remote control, doll, bottle, barrette, or matchbox car is hysterically funny.  I was playing with Ellen, talking into the matchbox car and saying "It's for you," etc. Then, because I was on a roll and she thought I was the funniest thing ever (smart kid), I decided to take it to the next level.  This is where it got tricky.  I said "ring, ring....Ellen, it is for you," when it occurred to me: does "ring, ring" even mean anything anymore?  There is no longer really  a "traditional" ringtone.  My ringtone on my phone is the opening riff from "How Soon Is Now?"  I figured she didn't know that one yet.  That said, I made several CDs for her mom so that Ellen grows up knowing what good music is.  "How Soon Is Now?" is on the CD, so she'll learn it eventually.  But still, not really a traditional ringtone.  So, I asked around and listened to other people's ringtones.  Someone I know has the themesong to the Muppet Show.  My sister is desperately trying to find the theme from Barney Miller (please post the song if you know where to find it - I've searched, but can't find a way to download it - only listen to it).  The ringtones that come standard on other phones include something that sounds like a bicycle bell, weird polyphonic tones, a latin samba, but nothing that sounds like "ring, ring."  This is not a nostalgic learning for the old days of sewing circles, rotary phones and Dwight D Eisenhower.  I don't sew, I like modernity and have no desire to look backwards. But, for those of you that have kids, really, I want to know - how does it work. Do you say "ring, ring?"
 

Loitering

I am looking for a new job, which means that I spend a lot of time networking and interviewing -  over coffee, over lunch, over a drink etc.  One day last week, I had a coffee meeting at 8:00am, lunch at 1pm, and coffee at 3pm.  I never had enough time to go back home, so I spent the day loitering in the Loop between appointments.  After the 8am coffee, I went to a diner to get something to eat, and drank more coffee. I lingered there for most of the morning, then went to my lunch, then loitered at the Starbucks where I had my 3pm coffee.  Then loitered some more - over coffee.  By the time I got home that night, there was a hole burning in my stomach and I was three times more over-caffeinated and jittery than I usually am (for anyone who knows me, you know that isn't good)!  So, I needed a new loitering strategy.  Now, I am a brand marketer and consultant by training, so before embarking on a loitering strategy, I did what all consultants do.  I came up with some evaluation criteria.  No, I didn't use Harvey Balls on a PowerPoint slide.  Really.  I did it in my head - still nerdy, but it could have bee worse.  

Here is the criteria that I determined to be "drivers of success" for loitering locations.  Of course, this is a decision that everyone has to make for themselves, but for me, the criteria are:

1.  You can stay a long time without anyone bothering you.  At a chain coffee house, they tend to have limited seating, so I feel obligated to continuously buy things to justify the seat I am in.  This leads to the painful, over-caffeinated state mentioned above.

2.  No weird smells.  I should preface this by saying that I am taking the McSweeny's approach to reviews (also very similar to the Jiminy Cricket philosophy).  I am not going to slam things here.  If I don't like something, I just won't mention it.  There are plenty of other places to read meanness and snarkiness.  That said, I have always found that if I spend to much time at "chain" coffee houses, I leave smelling like burnt coffee.  It's in my clothes and in my hair.  Yuk. 

3.  Free wireless.  At this point, I refuse to pay for wireless - it is everywhere and should be free (especially somewhere where I am already paying for for coffee).

4.  Good music (or bad music played softly enough that I can put on my ipod loaded with good music and drown it out).

5.  Comfy places to sit - I am going to be there for a while, so this should speak for itself.  

Based on this criteria, my new favorite places to loiter are the lounges of boutique hotels.  Think about it - cool, comfy couches and chairs where you can stretch out, or sit at a table.  It's a hotel, so no one kicks you out - they just assume you are waiting for someone.  Music is usually of the Ultra Chilled, Buddha Bar variety so pretty good, but easy to drown out if necessary.  There is free wireless and lots of outlets, so if I get bored reading or done with the crossword puzzle, I can check email, surf random websites, and write this blog.  And, if I do decide to eat or drink, there is always a coffee stand or restaurant to get re-wired.   Brilliant, right?

Now of course, in my neighborhood, I am partial to the cute little coffee house around the corner.  I am there a lot (I have quite a bit of free time these days), so the people that work there all know me.  The music is great - you never know what is going to be playing - sometimes it is Johnny Cash, sometimes it is Belle and Sebastian, sometimes it is jazz, and once, for the life of me I could not figure out what it was.  Oh - and the coffee is yummy with no burnt smells permeating the air.  But, when I have to leave the 'hood, I am now quite partial to the boutique hotels.  See ya there - I'm the one in the corner, on her laptop.

World Peace

A few years ago, I had an epiphany.  While walking between stages at Lollapalooza, I made what I think is a powerful observation.  But first, some background on Lollapalooza for those of you who have not experienced three days, eight stages, one hundred and seventy bands, fifty port-o-potties, soap for forty port-o-potties and ninety degree weather.  It is actually a pretty incredible experience.  At this music festival, I was able to see an hipster indie band, a classic punk band, an aspiring hip hop artist and a Brazilian electronica dj all in the same place.  What makes this experience even more amazing is at this festival there are fans for all of these various types of music.  The punk fans walking around with Dead Kennedy "Nazi Punks F#@k-off" t-shirts, shaved heads, scary tats.... and cargo shorts.  The hip hop playas sport white tank tops (Why are they called "wife beaters" - isn't there a less violent and unacceptable name for this garment?), basketball jerseys open, diamond stud earrings... and cargo shorts.  The vegan singer songwriter fans in their cliched tie-dyed t-shirts, birks, hats and necklaces made from hemp.... and cargo shorts.   That is when it hit me.  People of all ages, races, nationalities and seemingly conflicting musical tastes all wear cargo shorts.  Now I realize that guys have fewer options than women when it comes to shorts, and cargo shorts are extremely practical.  Comfortable with lots of pockets.  But still - this seems to be a common element that is shared across cultures.  Perhaps this is the key to bringing peace to the world.  If the Israelis and Palestinians both realized that they share a bond of similar shorts, would that get them to the bargaining table?  If the Pakistanis and Indians realized that not only they all put on their pants one-leg-at-a-time, but the legs all go through cargo shorts, would the tensions diminish?  A naive proposition?  Perhaps.  But hey - what we are doing now clearly isn't working, so why not.  I say use the Cargo Shorts Unification Strategy.  If this doesn't work, I do have a Plan B.  I think all warring parties should be forced to watch Daffy Duck and Marvin Martian in "Duck Dodgers in the 241/2 Century."  The plot is aimed at the futility of the cold war, but I think its message would still resonate among all.  "Where is the Ka-boom?  There was supposed to be an earth-shattering Ka-boom?"  Let's face it.  It all just ends in an earth shattering Ka-boom.  Seems pointless to me.  I say put on your cargo shorts and just dance.

Home Improvement Neuroses

Recently, I went to a hardware store to get tools for a home project.  It's true.  I am an independent woman of the new millennium (and I have some time on my hands), so I decided to buy some Elfa shelving systems and install a closet organizer by myself.  Unfortunately, my "drill starter kit for girls" did not have the appropriate size drill by for my needs.  So, I went to the hardware store to buy a ginormous drill bit.  I'm always overwhelmed at hardware stores.  Particularly one as big as Home Depot (it was a Sunday, and my neighborhood store was closed.  This, of course bugged me as I would always prefer to shop at the independent guy.  This one makes it hard though - they are never open when people need them).   Anyway, Home Depot overwhelms me.  All this stuff that I have no idea what it is or what it does.  As I am leaving the store, I saw a young couple leaving with a 3'x4' metallic sheet of some kind.  I am thrown into what started as curiosity, but ended in near panic.  What is that?  And, more importantly, how did they know that they needed it?  Do I need this and just don't know it yet?  I am clearly failing as a homeowner.  No doubt, the fact that I unknowingly need this metallic sheet (or the important looking thingamajig that the guy in line behind me has) will come back to bite me.  Maybe I should get one of each just in case?

Here is what I have learned about home ownership (or in my case, condo ownership - I live in the city).  Homes, like the human body, need proactive management and care.  I try to stay healthy rather than wait until I get terribly sick and have to rush to the ER.  Similarly, I believe that it makes sense to do a certain level of ongoing care and maintenance at home to ensure that things don't ooze or explode without warning.  But here is the catch.  I have no idea how to determine if my house has the sniffles.  I don't know what the home improvement equivalent of Echinacea is.  I have a friend, who when I pointed out the cracks along the edge of my ceiling, said "your drywall tape is peeling."  How did she know this?  Was I watching Three's Company when other people were reading the Time Life series on drywall tape?  Was there a Bob Villa fan club that I should have joined (I joined an Encyclopedia Brown fan club when I was nine - that proved to have no pertinent information)?  It is a mystery to me.  Maybe I should just stop stressing.  And, keep the number of HandiCo nearby.

  

Favorite Songs

Inevitably on Facebook or with friends over a few drinks, someone asks the question - "what are your three favorite songs?"  I hate this question.  I never have understood how anyone can answer this question.  For me - it depends.  Maybe it is because I love so many kinds of music.  Or, maybe it is because I was an economics major and I learned that the answer is always it depends.  Music affects me.  It can lift my spirits, make my spidey-senses tingle or be a warm blanket (like a snuggie, only less stupid) on a cold night.  So, it depends.  Mostly on my mood, but it depends on a lot of things.  But, here we go - my list of my favorite songs.  The caveat is, of course, that it depends.  This could all change tomorrow.  Even with all the categories, I still went back and forth several times.  How could I leave out The Ramones' "I Wanna Be Sedated" or Aimee Mann's "Red Vines?"  Never mind - I'll update the list later - here it is.  My three favorite songs (for now):

For when I want to wallow in my melancholy

- Tom Waits "I Think I Just Fell in Love with You"

- Beth Orton's cover of "Ooh Child"

- Elvis Costello "Almost Blue"

For when I am feeling defiant

- Cake "Nugget"

- Ted Leo "Where Have All The Rude Boys Gone"

- Liz Phair "Never Said"

For when I am feeling anxious and insecure

- Ani DiFranco "32 Flavors"

- Melissa Ferrick "Everything I Need"

- Dixie Chicks "Long Way Around" (you didn't see that coming, did you)

For when I am feeling sassy

- Bob Schneider "Boom Boom Baby"

- Missy Elliot "Bring the Pain"

- Me'Shell Ndegeocello "If That's Your Boyfriend (He Wasn't Last Night)"

For when I am feeling cheery and bouncy

- Duran Duran "Taste The Summer"

- Scissor Sisters "Take Your Mama"

- Jamiroquai "Canned Heat"

For when I need a cathartic cry

- Johnny Cash's cover of "Hurt"

- Dusty Springfield "I Just Don't Know What to Do with Myself"

- Jeff Buckley cover of "Hallelujah"

For a lazy Sunday

- Nina Simone "Put a Little Sugar in My Bowl"

- Wilco "Kamera"

- Deathcab for Cutie "Your Heart Is An Empty Room"

For when I am feeling energized

- LCD Soundsystem "Daft Punk Is Playing at My House"

- Jet "Are You Gonna Be My Girl"

- David Bowie "Suffragette City"

If anyone is reading this... what are your thoughts?

Pilot Episode - Technology

Welcome to my blog.  This is the pilot episode where we introduce our characters, establish the major plot arc, blah blah blah... yeah.  I'm not doing that.  No plot here - just my random musings.  If you find these bits interesting and entertaining, please tell me and tell others.  If you hate it, please don't tell anyone!

Technology

A few years ago, my friend (we'll call her "Angie") was dating a guy.  I won't go into the details of her love life, but suffice to say, he was a jerk and our nickname for him was not PG 13.  [Quick aside - this is not a blog about relationships.  I promise.  This is just background to establish my hopefully very interesting point about technology, so stop groaning and keep reading.]  After some time, "Angie" realized the jerkiness that was her boyfriend (we'll call him "Nick") and broke up with him.  Several weeks went by, her anger escalated and she reached the point that most people do at the end of a bad relationship.  She decided it was time to delete him from her cell phone (see... it is about technology).   She hit "Delete Nick" on her phone.  To which, the phone responded "are you sure you want to delete Nick?"  It's true.  Her Motorola RAZR caused a re-evaluation of her entire relationship.  No.  She wasn't ready to delete Noah.  In fact, it took her several weeks before she could delete the man we called Nick-the-narcissistic-sociopathic-f@#k-wit from her phone.  [This leads me to another aside. F@#k-wit is my favorite expletive.   Really rolls off the tongue and is the most pointed of all the variations of the f-bomb, don't you think?]

The reality is that our modern mobile culture has made it such that when you "delete" someone, they are not only deleted from your phone, but they are, in fact, deleted from your life.  Truth is, I don't even know my sister's phone number and I talk or text her almost every day!  If I lost my blackberry, many people would be deleted from my life.  People that I really don't want deleted from my life.  OK - there are a few names in there that if deleted, things would carry on just fine.  But, do I really want my phone to be the impetus?  This seems like a decision that every girl must make for herself.  When is the right time to "delete Nick?"  Beats me.  Maybe that explains the "Frank" in my phone that, for the life of me, I don't know who he is.  Maybe it is time.....