Wednesday, 22 July 2009
I'm at it again. Moving to a new (old) country has me all facebooky, and I have 49 friends!!!!! And they are all tagging photos of me from since when, so I spent a narcissistic TWO HOURS checking myself out.
Not ONE photo of me in my Chanel Suit and briefcase heading off to my high-powered job. (You don't HAVE a Chanel suit, let alone a briefcase, Nan) SHHHH!
All of the photos are of Nan partying down, Nan lying in the grass, Nan spilling her beer, Nan scantily clad, Nan playing with small children, Nan frolicking on yachts, Nan dancing with numerous old men. (I love you, old men! Alas that my father-in-law's knees are not what they once were.)
So here's the deal: We will plan a day where we all go out to somewhere smart, and we dress in little black jackets and put our glasses on even though we are not reading. We will borrow someone's briefcase, and take turns photographing one another in thoughtful poses. Then we will tag the photos and post them. Because let's face it, nobody is going to take a picture of me giving a lecture, training counselors, overseeing an installation, or going to the bank. They will wait till my top falls off and I'm doing the sexy wine with Bruce in one shoe.
We need to take control of our facebook lives! That way, when our future employers check out our facebook pages, (and they DO, I've heard) they will say "sure she can party, but look at how serious and well-dressed she is!" A balanced profile is what we're aiming at here, people!
Tomorrow, I'm going to wear something decent when I go to town. I bet nobody takes my picture.