Working Social Media Stiff
I’ve been doing social media work for almost two years now. And only recently have I really experienced a sense of community on the net. Not surprisingly, these are from Moms who want to share photos of their kids.
But more than anything, it’s made me realize just how valuable it is to acknowledge people—just to say yes, i see what you did there and what you’re trying to show me. it’s really minor and i’m sure that all the social media gurus in the world will see this as a completely useless metric. But meeting my community for the first time, their first reaction was “you always respond to me.” like they were surprised.
and of course, there is still a huge chunk of people who want a response now and it has to be yes to what they were asking—i’ll just take that. it’s the very twee You see me.
and though, I’ve discovered that I like the content planning and even the media planning (how am i going to streeeeeeeeeeeeetch this budget?) This might be the closest thing to the favorite part of my work.
Probably because I am still so enamored of social networks and the internet, and I still feel a little pop of joy when someone likes a post or retweets me or whatever. I like the thought that I may have made someone happy.
and yes from the safety of my computer.
maybe i can do this IRL. maybe.
and this, too.
“Wrong Century” by Tomas Kucerovsky
the look of wistfulness on her face just punches me straight in the heart
this is literally my favorite piece that ever comes up on tumblr and if you want me to change my mind well then goOD LUCK WITH THAT
I love this. On one of my ex’s finer moments, he bought me a book of paintings by Rubens. He flipped each page saying, “This is why I love you.” I will never forget that.
Too many feelings.
1. So paleness and greasy hair still gets me.
2. I love conversations between interesting people.
You have to excuse the shitty sound. But such a lovely conversation between Tina Fey and Steve Martin.
a storify from charles.
Today, we talk about new nipples.
I really love how it’s in a strip mall, it seems very straightforward and unassuming.
There’s a word in Hebrew—malkosh—that means “last rain.” It’s a word that only means something in places like Israel, where there’s a clear distinction between winter and the long, dry stretch of summer. It’s a word, too, that can only be applied in retrospect. When it’s raining, you have no way of knowing that the falling drops would be the last ones of the year. But then time goes by, the clouds clear, and you realize that that rain shower was the one. Having a mother—being mothered—is similar, in a way. It’s a term that I only fully grasp now, with the thirst of hindsight: who she was, who I was for her, what she has equipped me with.
Like a last rain, my mother left behind an earthy scent that lingered long after she was gone. Like a last rain, for a fleeting moment, everything she touched seemed to glow.
Creative Fashionary sketches by Grace Ciao
Grace is a fashion illustrator from Singapore. She draws inspiration from everything around her. Her favourite materials are watercolours and flowers. Here are her amazing Fashionary sketches inspired by flowers!
We didn’t give women the right to vote (in the U.S.) until 1920. …That means American Democracy is 94 years old. There are three people in my building older than American democracy. Women have had a rough time. It was so okay to beat your wife until so recently, that today we have a kind of shirt named after it. There’s a piece of clothing in our culture affectionately nicknamed after beating the crap out of your wife, and for some reason this is offensive to nobody.
When screaming isn’t possible, there’s buke and gass.