The Daily Grind of a Work @ Home Mom...

Are you mom enough? I know I am!

Time Magazine released their latest issue today and unveiled a provocative cover that features a hot, blond mom standing with her boob exposed and her dumbstruck three-year-old suckling at it. 

Without reading the story and based on the headline, you'd think it would be about that beaten-to-death "Mommy Wars" topic that rears its head every 25 minutes (and I've written about more than once).  But it's not. It's actually a profile of Dr. Bill Sears, the 72-year-old doctor and author who began writing books 20 years ago that say parents must wear their babies as an appendage at all times, sleep with their babies lest they feel abandoned for 8 hours, breast-feed for at least one year to even be considered a mom, and pretty much arm your children with zero independence, no self-soothing skills and ensure that they need mommy and daddy for ev-er-y-thing until they at least 15.  He even warns that that babies who cry too much — even those who are left to "cry it out" for short periods at night as they learn to go to sleep on their own — could suffer permanent brain damage, leading to a lower IQ, behavioral problems and more. No, seriously!

But my own opinions aside, I learned about the Time cover only secondary to a segment that aired on this morning's Morning Joe (below), during which Managing Editor Rick Stengel of Time Magazine appeared, most likely to promote the new issue, but also to be on the receiving end of a host and a guest, both of whom have vaginas, about the potentially gratuitous boob shot it portrays and the message that the headline, "Are you mom enough?" sends.  I heard about it from my boss at work who saw the segment and said she thought of me as she is aware that I sometimes struggle with being a good full-time employee and being the type of mom my girls deserve.  She too is a mom who works hard, and undoubtedly has stuggled with the same sometime feelings of guilt - both about kids and work - and has encouraged me to work hard but not to miss those moments with my kids that can't be recovered.  I think about her advice often as I decide whether I can be spared at work for a few hours to chaperone a field trip or attend a religious service on a friday morning.

The opinion that moms must be all-mom-all-the-time in order to be a successful parent, along with Stengel's smug attitude about the cover, lit me a fire just hot enough to bother writing this post.  Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of breast-feeding, I'm a fan of bottle feeding, hell, I'm just a fan of feeding your child using whatever method ensures nourishment.  I've said it before, I don't judge how other parents parent, so long as a child is not put in harm's way. 

What I'm not a fan of, is slinging mud at both sides just to see who screams louder.  And you know, this cover, regardless of what's inside of it, will prompt countless conversations, blog posts, tweets, status updates, Pins, etc about who is the mightiest parent of them all.  Is it the stay-at-home-mom who wore her baby until her back broke, nursed till baby was enrolled in kindergarten, and snuggled baby and (all previous kids) in the "family bed" forcing daddy to lock himself in the bathroom with nudie magazines and a sock?  Or is it the parents who kept baby beside them until they decided it was time for his/her own room, nurse or bottle fed or combined the two till it was time, encouraged their kids to walk, talk, and eat at their own pace, and wore them once in a while just to get dinner on the table in a timely manner?

Really, who cares.  That's so not the point for me.  If you watch the segment below, the two points that do resonate for me are:

1) According to Stengel, the image on the cover "represents the attachment between mother and child."  There is SO MUCH WRONG with this statement that it's crazy.  According to Stengel, if you don't have a kid hanging off your boob, you have failed at bonding with your kid.

Loving that this comes from a MAN.  I guess to complement this view, Stengel sees no way for dads to bond as strongly with their children, since they have no boobs.  I mean, how could they?  And if you're a mom who didn't nurse then obviously your bond with your kid is far less than if you had.  I mean, obv.

2) The hosts brought up a great point - if you're a dad who leaves work early to go cheer on your kid in little league you are a hero.  But if you're a mom who needs to cut out early to take little Junior to the pediatrician?  Well, that's coming outta your vacation time.  And you can be sure that your promotion just moved a little further south, Mom.

Oh, the double-standards that abound in our modern, post-feminist, tech-savvy, contemporary society continue to astound.  Personally, I feel lucky to have found a place of employment filled with managers who are moms and get that even though I'm not at the top of the food chain, my kids sometimes take priority, even between the hours of 8:30am and 5:30pm.  Lucky me, but it's cover pieces like this that send a message to women that screams if you don't sell your soul to your children, you are not worthy of having any.

And that, my friends, couldn't be further from the truth.

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A Simple Day

Like most everyone else, weekends are somewhat sacred in our house.  Unfortunately, too many of them get eaten up by errands, (other people's) birthday parties, commitment, and some silly thing or another so after spending Saturday doing my own thing, I reserved Sunday - for which the forecast was a warm, sunny day in New England - to do one of my favorite things: hit the beach.

It's getting easier now that my kids are getting older.  At four and almost six, they can carry their own snack, (almost) carry their own mini beach chairs, and play together.  Where a trip to the beach used to mean a cart load of stuff, eyes in the back of my head times two, and equal parts anxiety and fun, it's not like that anymore. 

For me, the beach - especially the New England beach - is a safe place.

It's a place I can think clearly, whether I'm jumping waves or sitting in my chair staring at them.  I can breathe deeply - I almost believe the sea air helps me sleep better (bottled beach air!  just $19.99!).  There's just something about a long beach day that equals luxury, decandence, relaxation.  Especially after a long week at school and work.  Especially when I'm surrounded by people I love.

We ended the day eating dinner while looking at the ocean in a nearby seaside town.  We hit the candy store, walked with the throngs of early toursists, begged for ice cream and finally, fell asleep on the drive home, the sand still attached to our toes.

It was a simple day. A perfectly, simple day.

The Fresh Diet Post-Mortem

So I spent a week enjoying fresh food that I did not cook, calorie-count, weigh or measure, delivered to my door on a daily basis. 

Can you say WINNING!

Ok - so about the food: most of what I ate on The Fresh Diet was delicious.  Things I might not otherwise eat; turkey meatballs that were very tasty and nicely textured, steak & egg burrito with pico de gallo and sour cream that was a breakfast treat, even a small steak one night that fixed my craving for red meat.  Most of the food was great.

Since so many Twitter folks have asked me about it, I'm going to go into more detail than I might have otherwise, but the idea is to honestly share my thoughts and if it means anything, I'm continuing The Fresh Diet even though my free trial is over.  I've lost over 7lbs over the past 3 weeks and I have to attribute at least 1/3 of that to the fact that I looked forward to my next meal during my week on TFD.

Food stuff:

• Salad - I love a good salad and some of my salads were great.  I loved the citrus glazed chicken
  salad with honey ginger dressing, loved the "classic" cobb (sans egg), loved the horseradish dressing but did not love any of the salads topped with steak.  They were simply beef on greens, no veggies, etc. and they didn't satisfy me. Going forward, I plan to stick with chicken topped salads.
• The dips were worthy of dipping.  What's better than freshly made hummus or olive spread? I wasn't nuts about the minuscule pieces of pita that accompanied them, though.
• Wasn't wild about anything called "bruschetta" which was like salsa, or the mini egg salad pita hors d'ouevres as their size just made me hungrier HOWEVER the chicken tenders hit the spot as did the chicken satay.  What can I say - I'm a protein girl.
• Loved the omelettes and breakfast burritos (pictured) - artichoke and brie cheese? Goat cheese, sun-dried tomato and spinach?  Yes, please!
• Desserts - butterscotch chip cookies rocked, as did the coconut brownie.  I LOVED the berries with ricotta cheese (I added sweetner - yum), and the chocolate chip bread pudding, but didn't love the artificially sweet tasting regular chocolate pudding.
• Presentation - While the food was mostly really above average for this type of thing, I thought TFD could separate the sides from the main courses.  As a result of the transportation, the meals sometimes had to be prettied up (who doesn't style their food prior to eating??) but I am aware that it would not be very environmentally friendly. So maybe comparmentalizing the different foods could be an idea TFD might consider in the future.

Portions were, well, "weight-loss" portions.  In other words, while portions were size-challenged, I never walked away from a meal hungry.  Being not a large woman, I selected the lowest caloric range so there were days I was hungry between meals and found myself adding a 100 calorie yogurt, or a small, low-calorie soup.  I also added veggies and salad with low-cal dressing to the days I ate sandwiches for lunch.  I would say that it would be nice if the meals came with the salad since anyone knows that salad is the Joanie to the sandwich's Chachi. 

In conclusion - TFD food was there every morning, was never late and made no excuses.  Better than a dinner date, that's right!  For details about delivery options as well as pricing, visit The Fresh Diet.  For now, can receive 3 days free with the purchase of a 31-day plan at $29.99 per day. Use promo code SEMOMMAR29.

Like I said, just because my free trial is done doesn't mean I am.  I'm on-board as a paying customer for the next while at least and you should try it too, if you are looking for a simple way to shed a few for Spring without deprivation. 

I may even blog about it.

“This post is sponsored by The Fresh Diet. I also received a week’s supply of The Fresh Diet food to facilitate this review. All opinions are my own.”

As Bob Marley once said, judge not

I read a piece on HuffPo Parents today called 'Apologies To The Parents I Judged Four Years Ago.'  Written by blogger Kara Gebhart Uhl, it basically tells the story of 90% of people pre-kids, and then 90% of us, post-kids.  The other 10% of parents who can't relate to this piece are full of shit. 

Before becoming parents, many of us, myself included, looked at what parents were doing with their kids and scoffed.  I can remember coming back from a family member's house and saying, "cheese sandwiches?  For DINNER?" like arsenic was being sprinkled between two pieces of (WHITE!!!) bread and being fed to the unknowing children.

Let the record show we eat many grilled cheese sandwiches - for ANY meal. 

In short, I don't judge much anymore. Or at least, I keep the judging to a minumum. After all, I don't like feeling judged for my choices.  Firstly, you never know what's going on inside of someone else's world and secondly, unless a child is in danger of any sort, it's really not my (or your) business whether their apple is organic or not.  To all you Judgey Judgerson's, I'll let you in on a lil secret - being judgmental is not the key to anyone's heart.

I admit, this transformation didn't happen overnight.  I had a friend who decided to Ferberize her first child - at four months no less! - thus getting in the way of our New Year's Eve plans (made months in advance since we were both new moms).  I hated the idea of "cry-it-out" and no baby of mine was going to be made to feel sad in her crib even if mom and dad hadn't had anything resembling a full night sleep in nine months. However, a week later, she had a four month old who was sleeping, well, like a baby, while we were still being woken up night after night.

Oh, and you child leashers?  I still can't wrap my ahead around that but hey, it's not my therapy bill.

That said, I can recall giving a bottle to my almost asleep baby while she lay flat on her back in her crib (midnight feeding, she would eat then sleep. A dream.)  I've been known to let my kids watch too much TV after a long day at work, all of us cuddled together enjoying - GASP - Spongebob! before bedtime. There are times when they go to bed a few minutes before their regular bedtime - without the requisite 20 minutes of reading - because the day has kicked Mommy's ass and she needs serenity, like, now.  And other days we get to bed too late because I missed my babies more than usual that day.  Selfish, I know.

And even after not supporting my friend's choice to let her baby cry, I did it with my second child.  After allowing baby #1 to rule the bedtime roost out of sheer desperation, I just could not do it the second time around.  So I ate my words, and baby #2 wasn't so lucky - I was more prepared to battle it out this time. So while I wouldn't recommend letting your baby sleep with you, I do get it.    And if you choose to take baby in your bed, I'll tell you I'm sorry, but I won't be judging.

For the most part, I think we're doing just fine.

We eat whole grains as much as we can and do lots of art together.  We bake, we practice spelling, we dip broccoli in hummus.  We have never had to leave a restaurant due to a disruptive child nor are their eyeballs surgically attached to video games to get them to behave so we can eat (though, if this is your thing, cool.)

I work full-time.  I sometimes feed my children chicken nuggets or fish sticks for dinner, other times they eat roasted kale and tilapia.  Before I was a parent I was a highly judgmental person.  Since then, I really care way less about what other people do and more about what I should be doing.

But all around me, I'm aware that judgment abounds.  Much like the blogger who wrote that piece, I can sense it.  But I don't really care. 

As long as I'm ok with what I'm doing, it's all good.

"Judge not
Before you judge yourself.
Judge not
If you're not ready for judgement."

-Bob Marley

Conferences, and events, and junkets. Oh, my!

I'm re-posting this for all you newer bloggers who are considering any upcoming events or conferences.  Also, I am about to attend an event at a local chapter of a "club" for public relations practitioners, and I'll have to remember to practice what I preach.

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We all know the type – a blogger who sits perched behind her desk all day blogging, tweeting, Facebook’ing like crazy. Telling all and leaving nothing out. Chances are, if you met her, she would be a laugh a minute, the life of the party, and your new BFF.

Or, maybe not.

Bloggers, securely fastened behind their computer screens, are very courageous people. But get them in public, and you may find that they’re not as outgoing as they seem.

Or maybe they are. But until you meet, how will you know?

The scene is familiar - at every blogger event, someone feels let down by the characters in the room. It’s happened to me. And I’m sure it’s happened to you.

But the truth is, with all the finger-pointing and “this group is so cliquey” and “who does she think she is” going on, are we really doing our part to control our experience? Or are we making our good time someone else’s problem?

Attending a blogger event is just like attending any other social or networking event - you get out of it what you put in. I’ve been to conferences where I’ve been the wallflower and come out of it having had a meh experience. But anytime I come out of my shell, put myself out there and actually behave in a way that is more magnetic, I have a ball.

It was a few months ago that a blogger attended a local event and felt snubbed by the other attendees. What’s more, she was told her seats were taken and had to find someplace to sit for herself and her child. As a person who curates events, this is unacceptable.

However, is it possible that feeling blown-off by other bloggers was largely a result of her already stressful experience? After all, everyone there was wrangling at least a kid or two. It was an evening event (whiny, tired kids). And the venue was very stimulating for the kids. Could it be that folks were having their own challenges that day?

Bloggers, PR people, or whomever we are - we are all in charge of ourselves. Social etiquette remains largely consistent under most circumstances. As adults, we control our fun. No matter where we are, it is no one else’s responsibility to ensure we meet people or enjoy ourselves. I’ll remind myself of this next time I set out in this big, bad world.

#McDonald's is foiled by its own plan #McDStories

Everyone's favorite burger and fry guy made lots of news last week.  First, there was that egregiously vile image of what is allegedly "chicken nugget batter" (aka, mechanically separated chicken) that went viral. Whether McDonald's actually makes food using this crap is still unclear. What is clear is that my children will never have to endure another chicken McNugget again.

Then, McDonald's went on the offense and created a hashtag campaign using #McDStories as the hashtag. The expectation was that supporters would share their warm and fuzzy stories of enjoying grease and fat with their families, maybe playing in the filthy, dirty playground as a child, perhaps of enjoying a birthday party in an unsanitary McD's basement.

But that's not what actually happened.  What did occur is that haters of the brand began utilizing the hashtag to spew venomous tweets at them.  Tweets like:

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To be clear, this post is not a commentary on McDonald's per se.  I've been known to make a person or two late for a train as a result of a near-insane craving for chicken strips while pregnant.  And for some reason nothing hits the spot quite like a quarter pounder (no onions, extra pickles) while on a road trip.  I never feel well after indulging (the sodium?) and I always regret it, but short-term memory and all that jazz seems to prevail when I see those golden arches under the right circumstances.

But I've always believed McDonald's to be a leader in their industry (whatever you may think of said industry) since it's my understanding that they're the king of burgers (king of burgers... get it?;).  It appears I was wrong. 

In light of this latest PR fail, I'm seriously wondering who is in charge of social media over there.  I mean, ask any recently graduated intern at any agency what the number one rule is if you're a brand utilizing social and they'll all tell you - understand brand sentiment.  Never ask a question you don't know the answer to unless you're in the mood for a good, old fashioned massacring.  Because just like in real life, anything a brand says in "public" is there for the taking.  And in the case of the #McDStories incident, take they did.

Here's the thing.  This isn't a lesson on what McDonald's might have done differently or what brands can take away from this debacle.  I'll leave that to the Mashables and HuffPos of the world.  But I will say this - why does McDonald's insist on reaching into a space they don't belong in?  I've seen the brand talk about their salads, I've heard them advertise white meat.  I've read the words "well-balanced" and "nutrition" on their website and think, why?  Why try and be something that you're not?  No one goes to McDonald's for a salad unless they're with someone who's having a Big Mac attack.  And while I'm glad to see the smaller portion of fries and the apples in the Happy Meal (that we grab while on the road a couple of times a year), I'm not thinking McDonald's is any good for my kids.  I'm thinking it's convenient.  It's fast.  It's food.

So McDonald's, there you have it.  You can't fool us consumers.  Even if we eat your pink slime once in a while and your over-fried fries, we don't feel good about it.  We know it's crap.  Just ask anyone.  Oops - you already did.

 

How social media influences, well, everything

Social media here, social media there, social media everywhere.  Even as a person who loves, adores, and was an early adopter (Twitter since early 2008, yo!), the constant barrage of new sites! New apps! New social tools! even gets to me sometimes.

I don't get excited about every new popular domain name.  I'm not the first to set up an account of the latest and greatest.  I've been burned before (Google+ anyone?) and there just aren't enough hours in the day to devote time to every site Twitter says is cool.  Cuz now it's not 2008 anymore and everyone and their mother is giving opinions on Twitter (not that there's anything wrong with that, as long as you know how to properly manage your own account).   

As I write this post, I just clicked a friend's Pin and took in an inforgraphic that appeared on Mashable titled Pinterest Becomes Top Traffic Driver for Retailers [INFOGRAPHIC]. This article which appeared today, pretty much sums up what I'm about to talk about here, except I was going to apologize to Foursquare for being an early adopter-hater and then tell you how much I love Foursquare for its "Specials Nearby" feature and how I utilized it yesterday and felt soooo good about myself afterwards.

But wait.

In March of 2010. I wrote a post that I called To Foursquare or Not to Foursquare: A Cynic's View.  I was wholly unconvinced.  I even quit the location-based social networking site for a while.  Can't recall what brought me back but it was probably some little voice inside my head whispering, "go back, you've made a mistake. Second chances are for winners."

So I did.  While I don't "check-in" everywhere I go and I don't double-dip by posting my Foursquare check-ins to Facebook (which has its own check-in capes), I do use it sometimes to take advantage of retail deals.

Aaaaah.  There. I said it.  If you are an avid Foursquare'er, you've undoubtedly noticed the little box "Specials Nearby" feature at the top of your "places" page - and if you click over, you'll be privy to some retailers who are taking a chance on an unknown kid as yet unproven tactic for increasing sales.  Yesterday, I "checked-in at a large shopping complex and checked my specials.  I noticed that the kids store across the way was offering 40% off any purchase just for checking in.

SCORE.  Foursquare's stock just skyrocketed in my book.  If you have to outfit children, you know that it's a constant drain on the bank account and if you have two budding fashionistas like I do, hand-me-downs are not going to cut it.  So, Justice - nice job.  I hope others catch on to your genius.  Because yesterday, for the cost of 40% of a size 4 skirt and a size 8 dress, you got a mention on Twitter that may or may not have reached any of my 3400+ followers.  Worth it?  I can't say how it was for them but I felt like I needed a smoke after heading out the door.

Same seems to be true of Pinterest.  I only recently signed-up for the newish online pinboard.  The idea is to "pin" things that appeal to you in visual format to your board.  Of course, you have followers who see your pins and they may or may not be swayed by your influence.  Each pin, btw, automatically links back to its origins (etsy shop, online retailer, etc).  For me, I love to look at the pretty pictures and of course, one more spot to share my ideas - yay!  But in seriousness, I'm considering actually making a purchase from a pin I saw on the site.

So.  Where does this leave us.  We're moving beyond bloggers to real people.  And based on what I've seen coming out of the blogosphere lately, we're all the better for it.

One more thought - anyone have any ideas on how Pinterest might affect the B to B world?  (Not that anyone at work has tasked me to find out...)

From the archives: When Worlds Collide

This post first appeared on TDG on May 26, 2011.  I still think about this all the time, mostly because people often identify me as a blogger (which inevitably leads to the what's your blog? question), and as a result of the rise of social media, where I proudly list my URL and new posts.  So people read. I know that. And I'm almost ok with it.  Almost.

When I first started this blog, it coincided with the launch of my webstore.  Not a coincidence though; I had been advised to try to create buzz about my new venture utilizing blogs.  It was the beginning of review blogging and a time when bloggers actually responded to small businesses looking for reviews in exchange for nothing more than a sample and sometimes a giveaway item. 

Being a writer at heart, the natural progression was to start a blog myself at that time.  I had a good reason (my store), lots of opinions to share (cuz everyone cares), and I was staying home with my new baby leaving plenty of time to stir up the creative juices.

What I couldn't anticipate on that day in April of 2007 (wow was I green) was that four years later, not only would I still be blogging on this platform, but I'd be considered a "blogger".  That I would have parlayed my experience in the blogosphere into a day job.  That people would be reading. 

That people I KNEW would be reading.

And the worlds collide. 

I didn't talk much about my blog to my "real-life" people very much for the first few years.  I mean, they may have known I had one, but I never publicized it outside of that crazy underbelly world of blogosphere.  I had my fellow blog people, and my real-life people.  And I was good with that.

Lately though, as I move forward and meet people and stuff, Google has become a better friend.  I've gotten so good at manipulating it that I can find out the most basic to totally random stuff about people with almost no information.  And I know that the opposite is true too.

But mostly, I come up with Facebook pages, blank Twitter streams, maybe some weird article or random resume.  Not fair!  I put a lot of stuff here.  While there's a hugely gigantic part of me that is reserved for my IRL friends (you know, the personal stuff I don't talk about here), there's lots of stuff here!  Stuff about how I parent, my opinions, my style of doing things - just... stuff.

So when my worlds collide, when someone I sort of know says "OMG, I read in your blog that blahblahblah..." it makes me a little nervous. Takes me totally out of my comfort zone.  Weird, right?  I mean I singlehandedly am responsible for putting it here!  But you know, it's not because there is so much stuff here, but mainly because there's so much stuff NOT here.  I'm often surprised when I meet a blogger I read regularly.  I'm typically struck either by the fact that they're edgier than they put out there, or  they're a little more reserved IRL than they portray publicly. 

It goes with the territory.  I know that.  But if you want to know me, I mean, really know me?  Call me, let's get a drink. :)

Pushing her in the pool: learn to swim or forever fear water?

I have two children, both girls.  One is rather outgoing and somewhat of a risk-taker (sort of like me) while the other is more cautious and slightly stand-offish, especially in new situations.  She's five, so it's not unusual, but it's sometimes a bit unfamiliar to me.  Once she's comfortable in her surroundings though, she's perfectly fine.

The stand-off'ish child is my oldest and she has always been more reserved than my little one.  It's possible that this part of her personality is what lead to a rough experience at a pretty rustic summer camp last summer and an excited anxiousness surrounding the beginning of elementary school this September.  She's not the first person to introduce herself on the playground but she's not the last either.  She is extremely smart, engaged, interested in playing and learning, but still, she doesn't break free from my grasp to hit the scary house on Halloween nor will she open your fridge door to see what's inside.  On the flip side, she's polite, attentive, and fun to be around.

She doesn't like going in other people's cars.  Since I have had a pretty flexible schedule until recently, she never really had to.  Now it becomes a bit of an issue when there's snow or rain and one of the generous other moms offers her and her adult a ride home from school (which is within walking distance).  There's an after-school birthday party next week that which, in order to go, she would need to take a ride one way with friends we both know very, very well, and get picked up by her own dad.  In between, she'll be treated to jumpy houses, cake, pizza, party favors and whatever else is included in a kindergartner's birthday party.

First she said she refused to go unless I take her.  Problem is (I'm a very bad mom), I cannot leave work to take my child to a birthday party. 

I've told her I already RSVP'd that she'd be there.  That brought tears.  So I told her she didn't have to go, but everyone in the class would be there.  I also told her that she can't have a birthday party of her own this year because since she ditches everyone else's party, no one will come.  She didn't really care as long as her own family would celebrate with her.

Her dad believes we should encourage her to go without necessarily forcing her, but using language that would give her less choice in the matter, resulting in her going to the party.  While I agree with him, my fear is that of  the throwing the kid in the pool scenario: does that kid really learn to swim or will she forever fear water? 

Ok, I realize this is small stuff in the grand scheme of things but it's the problem of the week.  I hope it's my biggest problem, like, ever, but the point is why is there no handbook for this stuff????

Last night when I asked her if she wanted to go to the store to pick out a present for the birthday boy (my attempt to gently see where she currently stands on topic - after all, she's five and changes her mind as often as the light turns green), her response was that she's not sure she's going.

"But I'm thinking about it, Mom.  I'm thinking about it."

Did I mention she's just five?

Would you like a little t & a with your tech?

I came across this little segment (below) that appeared on the BBC about how many companies employ the use of hot women to lure the mostly male attendees at CES to their booths. In case you are not in the tech industry, the Consumer Electronics Show is the world's largest consumer technology tradeshow where major companies exunveil new products, and pretty much everyone in the tech industry attends.  The piece did a good job of showing both sides of the story but my question is, is this really even a story?

If you watch the piece, you'll see a woman who works in the tech industry who isn't necessarily offended by the blatant use of the the old adage "sex sells" on the show floor, but rather she finds it "uncomfortable" and "weird" and wishes that the message that this is what her sex is here to do (ie, be sexy) would somehow be different. 

Another woman says that the "booth babes" blast an inaccurate message of how women fit into the technology industry.

Hmmm...  I wonder what the ratio of female industry attendees at CES is versus the number of sexy booth babes.  I'm going to bet that there were thousands of women walking the show floor this week versus the few hundred that were working it.  And I'm being generous since this show took place in Vegas after all, and unless something's changed since the last time I was there, a prevailing theme in Vegas happens to be hot women.  Also I wonder if there was food being sold within the walls of CES.  Were the food sellers indicative of who takes part in the tech industry?

No more than the sexy ladies were, my friends.

Ok, clearly I'm a woman and while I'm not a feminist by any stretch, I believe in equal whatever and not only that, I've been part of the tech industry in one way or another since graduating university.  And I'm here to say, this isn't a life thing, it's a world-wide thing.  In case you missed the memo, sex sells.  And these tradeshows are as much about marketing as they are about anything else.

So I'm not surprised that serious tech companies hired Vegas showgirls to, ahem, handle their product at CES, all that surprises me is how lazy this tactic is.  Don't these behemoth brands have high-priced  PR agencies and ad firms on the payroll to help them come up with some new, compelling way to stand-out in a crowd?  Aside from the animal vile man who asked the gal in the booth for her phone number, are we still so intrigued by a little t & a?

Seems so.  I mean, even women (GASP) flock to the stands when People Magazine releases its Sexiest Man Alive feature each year.  And I saw MANY women fixing themselves when Harry Connick Jr. took the stage at Blissdom a few years ago.  I was there and I know I wasn't that taken with his music.  He was just very, very nice to stare at.

Double standard much?

So let's just admit it and get it over with.  We can be smart, motivated, successful women AND we can be sexy - why does one compromise the other?  In fact, it's my humble opinion that one complements the other.  So let's just agree to own it and enjoy the show.

'Booth Babes' Upset CES Women