Miss G, smiling with her teeth as we say, with no idea of what all this really means, but undeniably cute just the same.
I had a post in mind for Feminist Friday, but two things have deterred me from sticking to that plan.
1. The Mary Daly book, mentioned here in Deluge, is so highly critical of every aspect of religion that I literally have not moved past the lengthy introductions and updated preface. This slow, but steady pace has little to do with any discomfort or disagreement about the subject and more about the fact that Daly has a unique style to her writing with a newly invented language base, that she has such a powerful conviction to her beliefs, and that I am enjoying savoring the ability of this woman to voice her opinions with such power, that I find myself reading, then re-reading, then highlighting…then sort of stopping to digest both familiar words and Daly-isms. I’m rather unsure if I will truly be able to give a satisfactory review of the book when I am finished, but that’s for the future.
1a. I had a second idea for FF, centered on a list of some of my favorite feminist authors, then decided that idea is going to take more time than I want to devote to today.
2. I accidentally ran across some statistics on Facebook that I have decided are more important to share at this time.
I talked recently in this post about the creation of a Facebook page devoted to publicizing this blog. I ran a pay-per-day ad, and the results were great. The ad has ended, but Facebook keeps pages of stats on the activity generated by promotions such as this. I see the point to this from a marketing perspective if you are a business trying to build sales and clients. All the stats aren’t important to me as a blogger because my sole purpose in promoting the page for a few days was simply to expand readership and (hopefully) draw in an audience with like-minded or even controversial viewpoints that might engage and comment.
This morning, a new tab showed up under my Newsfeed called Ad Manager. I clicked on it and it has numerous subgroups filled with statistics. I get an initial breakdown of monies spent, plus all sorts of related ways and means to boost my visibility by changing settings, editing and other related gimmicks that I don’t give a damn about. One tab caught my eye: Audience Insights. Once inside this area the reality of having an account on Facebook became quite clear. If you still have the notion that using social media sites like Facebook will give you relative privacy, stop deluding yourself now. While no one is named or attached in any direct way to these statistics, rest assured that Facebook knows you, often quite well.
*To those of you who so graciously stopped by my Facebook page and not only liked the page, but are continuing to read my blog posts there, I want to assure you that there is nothing visible to me that would identify you demographically in any way other than your basic Timeline information that anyone with a public account could present or view. In fact, because my followers do not exceed 1000 in number, I am unable to get specific demographics from this area, so thank-you Facebook for being somewhat smart about this whole marketing thing.
Over and above the smartly hidden information based on size of my followers, Facebook does share demographics about all users in general. If you have a Facebook page that you use on a regular basis, or perhaps even an irregular basis, Facebook knows this about you:
- Your age and gender
- Your lifestyle- based upon labels such as: Children First, Hard Chargers, Suburban Seniors, Corporate Clout, Metro Mix, Apple Pie Families, Solid Single Parents, Solo and Stable, and Skyboxes and Suburbans. Those are only a few of the categories…
- Your relationship status
- Your education level
- Your job title
- The pages that you like the most
- Your location, by city-state-country
- Your language preference
- The number of times you like, share, comment, promote on FB
- The device you use to access FB
- Your household income
- If you rent or own
- Your household size
- Your homes market value
- Your preferred spending methods
- Your retail versus online spending
- The things you spend that money on
- If you have recently looked for/purchased a new vehicle and what type
While none of the above demographics surprise me, I do have to say that I found myself a bit taken aback initially, although I reminded myself that by listing information in your About pages, by liking pages, by commenting on specific pages and people, by doing all the things that most of us routinely do while on Facebook, the door is wide open for statistics to be accumulated and data to be published about the millions who us who use this form of social media. I can assume that other SM sites do the same. I might also assume that I was privy to just some of the stats that can be discovered by using SM, especially if you are among those who utilize a wide variety of sites.
I also find it interesting, lacking a better word at the moment, the way FB labels it’s users and places them into those quaint categories I noted in bullet #1. I think the entire list consisted of 25-30 labels. Again, I assume that the labeling process is used in return to allow FB to determine which ads they run along your site in the hopes to suck you in based on your profile.
I suppose we can get all bothered and indignant by the knowledge that FB, and so many other social media sites (and beyond) have this power, however we are the ones giving them the power and the insight. As individuals we either accept, put up with, ignore, bitch about, or fight over this ability, yet giving up our technology seems to be out of the question.
Think for a moment on what WordPress.com knows about you as a blogger using this site. Would you seriously consider making a change to what you post or share here?
How much privacy should we expect as individuals using social media sites? How many of us are really willing to trade privacy for our technology and the ability to be connected?
Feminist Friday will return in a few weeks as it begins the new rotating schedule with Media Monday…oh, Happy Halloween to you, if you go in for that sort of thing.
Other than the fact that tomorrow is Halloween for many folks who observe such things, this post has nothing to do with anything remotely useful, but oh my god-it makes me so happy because its a cat, in a costume, riding a vacuum. What could be better. Click the word Post to be amazed, and giggle just a little.
I’ve decided to revisit a short little post for TBT that, over the last four years, has gotten a surprising number of views which I attribute to the title, not the content. The ironic thing about this post from June 2010 is that it was actually a transfer post from my original Blogspot blog started well before 2010. The post is simplistic and I feel confident in saying, not my best work.
Currently my dilemma is the decision to either just post the piece and leave it up to you to make of it what you will, or to attempt, based on my current views and convictions, to perhaps perform some sort of moralistic justification for the post. I did, at the time of writing the post, give a cryptic nod to the fact that what I did at fourteen in 1975 would not be what I would advocate, or personally do if I was fourteen today. I simply feel rather hypocritical though, because there I was, with my BFF at the time, no longer the geeky, awkward, oddly proportioned girl that I had been throughout elementary and junior high school.
I had blossomed, as they say, although who exactly says that is a mystery to me. My braces were off, my body was taking on the image portrayed in all those health class textbooks, you know what I mean, the body that a fourteen, almost fifteen year old girl is supposed to have by social standards, and my confidence level was climbing. What I wanted more than anything, at that point in my life, was to be noticed by people with penises. I had no intention of doing anything with those people, or those penises at that time, I just wanted to be noticed as finally being something more than the odd, unattractive, nerdy Debbie. The hypocritical part, if you haven’t guessed, lies in the fact that, after describing that summer vacation in the original post, I should have gone off on a feminist tangent regarding a behavior that was clearly driven by social pressure to be the acceptable and socially normative feminine. I should have written in large, bold letters something like:
Even though I just shared this outlandish memory with you, please know that I am a feminist and I do not condone this display of gendered behavior, even though it was 1975 and being “hot’ was probably the greatest thing that I could be at the time.
In other words, I should have owned my feminism four years ago, but just as the word atheist took a disjointed route out of my person, so did the word feminist. I knew what I was, but I didn’t know why really, or how to bring voice to that person.
One of the great things that I have learned as a feminist is that we bring to, and draw from, all the experiences we have lived prior to taking up a feminist flag. Everything shapes us, and that’s obviously true for everyone, not just feminists so please don’t get pissed that I’m making an observation specific to one group and leaving others out. I think personal experience can easily be generalized as important to everyone and their evolution in the social process of gendered relations.
So now that I have taken the time to explain myself after all, here is my TBT post, along with a picture not included in the original posting.
1975, Hot Babes, and an RV Road Trip
Without question my favorite summer memory has to be a road trip taken with my family and best friend at the time, Karen. This trip was between freshman and sophomore year of high school.
My parents rented a motor home and we set out on an odyssey across Washington, Idaho, Wyoming and Montana. I had no siblings my age and Karen and I had struck up a friendship during junior high school. In a way, this was a last hurrah of sorts: she and I would be going to different high schools in the fall.
I remember very little about the sites that passed by out our coach windows. What I do remember is two boy crazy girls in short cut off jeans and halter tops who thought they were probably the cutest things to cross the border of any of those states in over one hundred years. I mean, we thought we were HOT. And these ideas were reinforced in scenes such as this:
After parking and setting up “camp” in an RV park in one of those states mentioned earlier Karen and I decided we would venture down the highway to have pizza at a local restaurant. Our hotness was totally reinforced as we received numerous…well maybe two…very defined and nicely drawn out honks from passing cars filled with local teen guys.
Our other favorite pastime involved bikinis and the back window of the RV. Use your imagination on that one.
I am now almost 51 years old and have a much different perspective on these events. But hey, it was 1975, we were young, we were hot and this was the best summer I have ever had!
Today, at noon, the youngest daughter (this is the one who graduated from college just days after me) will be taking the Graduate Record Exam (GRE).
Had she been given a choice she would not be taking this exam today, but she spent her collegiate years focused on both social and geological sciences. If you’ve been around IATIW for any time then you have heard the story of Running Start, anthropology/archaeology, 6 weeks in the Oregon desert, double majors, and passions for rocks, sediments, and stratified hillsides.
Geology will be her focus in graduate school, and graduate school geology programs require the GRE. She has been studying for months, and for months, she has been hovering between quiet acceptance and downright indignation over this exam. I have seen what is involved in this exam, which by the way, is only the general exam and not a discipline specific version. I would not pass this exam, at least not the math portion.
When this day is over the next big step is to finish up all the applications, double-check on all the recommendations, edit and finalize a CV and personal statement, send everything off by January and then sit back, definitely on pins and needles, and wait.
She has chosen four universities, with two in reserve for the future if all goes afoul this time around. One is in our state of Washington, one in Oregon, then Colorado and Arizona. She believes each program is promising, and would let her focus on a specialization area that suits her. I don’t think that she has a favorite from that group. I know she just wants to get accepted, somewhere. Plus, research funding and graduate teaching offers would be greatly appreciated and willingly accepted, and actually necessary.
I think you can imagine that stress is an understatement in describing her position right now.
So dear readers, what has been your own experience with graduate school exams like the GRE or equivalent? Any words of advice regarding grad school in general?
Warning: Do not start to read this post or the links included without a large box of tissues nearby. Animal lover or not, I think you will be deeply and emotionally touched by this story.
A Facebook friend who lives in Portland Oregon owns a miniature schnauzer named Harvey. This individual has long followed the Facebook page of Tom Ryan, a journalist who owns Atticus M Finch, another miniature schnauzer. The story of Tom and Atticus, along with their great adventures, has been compiled into a book written by Tom and entitled Following Atticus.
On occasion, my Facebook pal has shared posts from Tom’s page. They would catch my attention at times, and I began to notice that they were typically centered on Tom’s second miniature schnauzer named Will. Tom never planned to become William Lloyd Garrison’s owner. He details quite clearly in his blog what led up to his taking Will into his home.** Be warned here-the blog posts you will encounter initially not only explain some of Will and Tom’s background, but also make it quite clear that Will has reached the end of his life as Tom posts about plans for the last few days with Will.
This past Friday marked Will’s goodbye. Friends of Tom and Atticus and Will took over many of the updates and posts at Following Atticus in the last days and weeks. Tom has also shared some of his own emotions, along with pictures and videos of Will.
This story is heart-wrenching, yet just as heart-warming and triumphant. I have had to stop at least four times since beginning this post to breathe and fight back tears. I have not been able to read much of what has been posted, nor can I watch the videos of Will in his last days. Tom’s words are profound and filled with love for an animal that was once a throw away.
I will let you read as much or as little as you are able, and discover for yourself the story of Tom and Atticus and Will. It will be a story that I think you won’t forget.
After posting of his last moments with Will, Tom shared that he has begun a campaign, working in conjunction with his local animal shelter, to honor Will by seeking donations for the shelter. While not a unique idea by any means, it seems a wonderful tribute to a good friend.
Tom also shared in one of his updates that he has long had the desire to own some land, and begin a shelter for abused and unwanted animals.
The name Tom has chosen for his new farm/rescue home: Sweet William Farm.