How LinkedIn members ruin their reputations in seconds
The invitation to connect came from a female doctorate from a respected institution and was visiting faculty. Harvard is on the resume. The profile listed her as a #1 Leadership expert.
These days I no longer accept invitations on LinkedIn. This story is why.
I did accept.
Within mere seconds of so doing, I got body-slammed with a product offering, which was about as subtle as having a Stillson wrench buried in your forehead.
I responded just as immediately and informed her that her behavior was utterly and…
The two professionals I’m currently working with right now to get myself back into fighting shape, as it were, are neither of them youngsters. My trainer is 40, so just beginning middle age. My chiro is 48, about the midpoint. I’m 68, and female, so we cross a number of age ranges in terms of being athletic and committed to being in shape for life. …
Three years ago I started writing on Medium and, as is my habit, I also began to explore the available authors. One, a woman close to my age (at the time I was 65) had done a photo shoot of herself in sexy lingerie.
Suffice it to say there was a touch more coverup and draping of soft silk than there was expanse of flesh, but what struck me was how un-self-conscious she was about displaying her aging body in a way that clearly telegraphed self-love and regard.
I’ve no idea what kinds of comments her piece engendered. Given the…
Americans love to celebrate the passing of each decade up until, well, forty. You can buy a slew of Hallmark Cards which jokingly express great sorrow at the Passing of Youth, and each card gets blacker in humor the bigger the number. While that’s funny, the absolute belief that you deteriorate swiftly with age is, in fact, genuinely deadly.
My sports jock chiropractor Kevin Plummer is 48. In school, he was a decathlete. For those not familiar with the term, it’s a multi-sport event:
Decathlon events are: (first day) 100-metre dash, running long (broad) jump, shot put, high jump, and…
It may not seem this way but this is an article about aging and fitness. Bear with me, it’s a fun journey.
In this binary, alternative-fact universe which has always existed for humans but which has been revealed in all its glory by social media, idiot pundits (and I’ve been one myself, to be fair) love to wax poetic about Much They Know Nothing About. I have found the propensity to baldly state one’s opinion as though it had the Weight of Ages and Sages increasingly ridiculous.
All anyone has to do for Exhibit #1 was look at some of…
A few minutes ago on Linked In I read the following article from my National Speaker’s Association buddy Sam Horn:
From her article:
I smiled, “I’m not having a midlife crisis, I’m having midlife clarity. I’m clear that if I don’t do this now, I may never get the chance. And that’s a risk I’m not willing to take.”
Furthermore, I wasn’t planning on doing nothing, I was doing something that made my heart sing just thinking about it.
That is powerful. Which, of course, is why I wanted to share it. She’s a gift.
I’ve worked with Sam before…
Right about now, my Thai masseuse, Melissa, is having her wardrobe reconfigured by my very dear friend and fashion expert Sonja. There is nobody that I know better at this than Sonja, who knows how to field the inevitable question,
DOES THIS MAKE MY BUTT LOOK FAT?
Sonja isn’t just gracious. She is the single most informed person on fashion I know, and she is unbelievable at ripping out that stupid shit you and I impulse buy. She replaces those orphans with superb choices that don’t break the bank, and advises us on everything right up to the size and…
If you sat too long this past year, things hurt and creak and crank, and suddenly you think that your hiking days or gym workouts are in the past, wait a New York minute. I’ve got two guys who might have some suggestions, because you’re in good company.
Keith Plummer, my jock chiropractor, cranked my neck gently to either side. It’s still stiff, but getting better. It rains a lot up here in Oregon, and I’m still recovering from having re-fractured a pinky toe. I don’t mind hiking in the rain, I do mind hiking in the rain AND re-injuring…
This is one reason why I subscribe to Outside Online. A few years ago they got religion. Meaning, they realized that the future of the outdoors was female. Oh, and LGBTQ. Oh, and veteran. Oh, and disabled. I could go on. They still aren’t including women my age, but give it time.
To their immense credit, not only did they totally overhaul their editorial staff to be far more representative, when the inevitable trolls started writing in their complaints, they:
I didn’t clear this with Marley K. I hope she doesn’t mind that I am using her good name to make a few points, which I hope are important enough to attend. For I have attended Marley since last year, and in doing so that has been a deep investment in my own personal growth in ways that are sometimes hard to measure. I’ll try. But this isn’t just about Marley and her voice, it’s about all of us, in the larger sense. Stay with me here.
Some time ago I started reading Marley. For her fans, and I am…
Horizon Huntress, prize-winning author, adventure traveler, boundary-pusher, wilder, veteran, aging vibrantly. I own my sh*t. Let’s play!