Just a sampling of people whose careers I aspire to emulate. Check it out: Special Report: Media Mavens 2010 - Advertising Age
Just a sampling of people whose careers I aspire to emulate. Check it out: Special Report: Media Mavens 2010 - Advertising Age
A few years ago, when I first set out to blog, I took a decidedly reserved (a.k.a stiff) tone. *Imagine a snooty, British accent* I wanted to come across as intelligent, worldly, eloquent in word, thoughtful in manner and discriminating in taste. My creative labor of media love – lain bare for all the Intrawebs to see – was
to always be serious. If it were a woman in a painting, it would the farmer’s wife in American Gothic – not the Mona Lisa (she smiles too much). No, my child would be as austere as the musings of a 20-something liberal arts grad could make her…
But fast forward to 2010. This (Aspiring) Media Maven has become way more comfortable in her professional skin, and is a bit more willing to reveal a personality! However, shallow, silly and sensitive in spots that personality might be :-) So, just to keep it interesting:
On vacation with girlfriends during 4th of July weekend, one of them – a sorority sister of mine – unprovokingly said,
“When I carry a clutch, I feel a little bit better than everyone else.”
…At first, I was unsure I had heard her correctly. “Excuse me?” I said. “What was the bourgeoisie ignorance that just rolled off your tongue? Please explain.” The soror, who for the rest of this post shall be called ‘Sassy Snob’ repeated her sentiment. But added, “You know, carrying a clutch just makes me feel confident and like I can do anything.”
“Oh,” I replied. “I see…and now that I think about it, I like to carry my clutch with just the fingertips. Makes me feel very swank!”
Now, you may be judging. But some of you can surely relate. One of my roommates shared that she feels royally wonderful when she drinks out of a certain juice goblet. My other roommate said she feels unstoppable when carrying a designer handbag (actually, her words were, “I feel stush (sp?).” She was born and bred in Harlem, so I’m just going to classify the etymology of that word as ‘NYC 1998’). Anyway, for me, I feel like I can take on the world when wearing one of my "’Michelle Obama-style dresses – accented with pearls.
For further clarification, my take on the purpose of these items is not to make others feel less than. Their purpose is to make the person who possess them – unique to the individual – feel better than themselves (and everyone else) on a normal day. This may lead you to deduce that they serve a word that rhymes with clutch instead – a cruch. And perhaps you’d be right. But let’s face it, some times we need that ‘power suit’/favorite lipstick/best belt to give us the courage to share an unpopular idea in a big meeting or flirt with the cute eye candy across the room.
So, what’s your clutch? Which article of clothing, pen, PDA, stuffed animal or whatever makes you feel at the top of your game? It’s okay, you can share and we won’t judge :o)

The humor lay in the manner in which the woman, and more so her brother, recounted the incident and vented their frustration. The rape allegation itself - the reason the video had been made in the first place - was no laughing matter.Regardless, the gravity of the situation was lost because of the angle the news crew (reporter, camera person, producer, etc.) chose to use in covering this crime story. When I mentioned as much to my roommate - who is a market researcher's dream by the way - she said that she could see that. "Why did they include the woman's opinion that her perpetrator might be a crackhead? Why does that matter?," she wondered. I, once again, agreed.
The idea that black women's sexual morality is viewed as having little value in the U.S. is well known. Thus, so is the same for the notion of violations against it.*[Note: This is not to say that this line of thinking is correct. As a black woman who knows more than a fair share of black women - and women in general, I fervently disagree...To put my opinion plainly, with a modern reference: Whorish tendencies know no race, ethnicity nor creed. Just watch any VH1 dating reality show; the United Nations are well represented. And more importantly, when rape comes into play, promiscuity should not be a consideration. Legal consent should be. Case, point, period.]
Ultimately, I decided most of my ire should be reserved for the professional journalists who chose not to edit out the most colorful, unnecessary parts of the alleged victim and her family member's interviews.
In j-school (scratch that - high school newspaper club), one of the first things I was taught is to preserve the integrity of the story, get the details, but do so in a manner that does not unduly paint sources in a bad light or add bias. Oft-used example: If the mayor says 'ain't' instead of 'is not', and as long as it is within the guidelines of the news organization, it is acceptable to correct for grammatical purposes - given that the correction is denoted. Another example: if the race of an interviewee is not germane to a story, don't include it.
So, where do all these thoughts leave me, as I step off of my soapbox? They leave me wanting everyone - including myself and the producer who ok'd the story package to run - to pause and think about the historical and social contexts of issues like this before taking action. Some might discount my views as overly sensitive, but there's something to be said when we can publicly laugh at an alleged rape victim who just so happens to live in government-aided housing.
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