February 14, 2012
Mark Twain on Where Babies Come From
True intimacy has its nasty side. You end up living with an entire person’s lint, crud, toenail clippings, rhinovirus colonies, dirty socks, hairs on the bar of soap, and even (gasp) dirty dishes left in the sink to fester. Exposure to the unairbrushed, unfiltered, the vile and the slimy: that’s true love.
Intimacy is letting someone else see you without makeup. Without pretense. It’s letting someone into your private moments and into your personal space. The phrase ‘warts and all’ springs to mind. But there’s a certain magic in all of that lint and dandruff and morning breath. When you honestly love someone, even their belly button lint can be beautiful.
How sick is that? Wonderfully sick.
(c) Jessica Hagy, 2012
February 5, 2012
January 25, 2012
Too Many Bosses in the Boardroom
Q: How many middle managers does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Let me check with my boss.
Making decisions in corporate environments is a human Rube Goldberg devise. Messages get passed up and down the chains (shackles, if we’re being honest with our terminology) of command, an endless game of political telephone. All the while, time, talent, and money is thrown at the many extraneous moving pieces.
I think this is one of the reasons so many people dream of going out on their own: so that they can make a decision all by themselves, without any memos or CCs or scheduled meetings. Sweet freedom is the ability to change your own silly light bulbs.
(c) Jessica Hagy, 2012
