That's a long way of saying, I was already a fan and excited to join the group as a green blogger, and to represent Clever Girls Collective. But as always, my opinions are my own.
Three Things Ford Gets Right
1. Ford talks to women
For one thing, Ford reached out the Clever Girls Collective network, which is predominantly women, to include 25 of our members in the Driving Green event. We sent (including me) 23 women and 2 men. Ford invited another 75 participants, most of whom were from major sites like Fast Company, Gizmodo, and the New York Times.
I give Ford huge props for including the Clever network bloggers, who have (relatively speaking) smaller, but highly engaged audiences. It speaks volumes about their understanding of how women make major purchasing decisions: We discuss it with our friends.
This inclusive attitude toward women was also noticeable at the Auto show itself. Ford set up a very nice "private" lounge area for the bloggers, where we could recharge our electronics, get lunch and cold drinks. Thoughtful. Good hosting.
They also brought in several senior executives to do interviews with us in that lounge -- everyone had a chance to speak one-on-one with them, regardless of the size of our publication or audience. Also, there were no restrictions on what we could ask.
It was dramatic to go from that environment to rest of the auto show, where few (if any!) of the women were acknowledged or engaged by other car companies. One other car company did a little online outreach, and invited several of the bloggers to their hospitality suite, which was smart. But once we got there, she was the only person we spoke with -- and she was from the PR company, not the car company itself. She was very well informed about the product, but it was a far cry from getting to ask Ford's head of sustainable design about alternative fabric choices.
I love documentaries because true stories always have more twists and turns than anything anyone can make up. This trailer is for Silicon Valley Asian American Voices documentary video project, coordinated by Asian Americans for Community Involvement (AACI), a client of my social media agency, Clever Girls Collective.
The documentary follows the stories—the successes, hardships, and hopes—of three Asian American immigrants in Silicon Valley. It shows their struggles, and also the solutions they find, as they navigate a new culture and language.
As the stories of these three immigrants unfold, it becomes clear that their success at overcoming barriers like access to health care, is tied to the strength and support of the community. It's also moving to see how their contributions to the community make it even stronger. It's a reciprocal relationship.
I also have an unholy love for Diet Coke and my mom says I look great in red. Joan and I are so alike.
Sigh. She is my idol. OH, to be a romance novelist, or just look like one. Check out those witchy pointed shoes. And the way a wind machine just follows her around making her cape billow. She is the ultimate in Disney Villainess fashion.
Amanda Beard, Natalie Coughlin the (other pretty) Olympic Swimmer (the one not in Playboy), might give Kelly a run for her money, but I'm going to come out early and call it for Kelly Osbourne. She has the fan base, hardcore experience with reality TV, a rehab story, hilarious and appealing (total famewhore) parents and surprisingly fast little feet.
This is Dolly, my DIL. She wants to make you do her bidding.
It's that time of year again, when my in-laws plan a vacation, and at the last minute their dogcare plans fall through. So guess where they turn? To me, because they know I adore one of their dogs*, plus they know I'm a soft touch.
So that means Dolly the Dog-in-Law (DIL) is keeping me company this week. And I love the company, but man is she a manipulative little shit!
I've written before about her foxy good looks and fluffy tail. About how she calls me a pink ape and dares me to drop little blue bags of dog poo in mailboxes. And about the evil, stone-cold, killer heart that beats in her adorable doggy chest and makes her want to DESTROY other dogs, birds, garbage trucks, Fedex dudes ... the list is long, and in Dolly's mind unified by the belief that she MUST KILL THEM ALL.
Really? You think you're in charge? We'll see about that.
Since I believe in my own evolutionary superiority, and I've watched several episodes of Cesar Millan's Dog Whisperer show, we work things out. She's not allowed to pull on the leash. I make her sit and watch the other dogs -- and not lunge/growl/snarl -- as they walk by. She has to sit before we cross a street, and she's not allowed on the couch.
For the first few days of each visit, every single one of these rules is tested. Repeatedly. But by the end of a week, Dolly has come to terms with my way of doing these things.
That's when she gets creative. Like, today when she tricked me into taking her for an extra mid-day walk.
Hey! I gotta show you something! It's outside! C'mon, quick, before it's gone!
Dolly had me utterly convinced that an explosive dog diarrhea attack was imminent. She followed me around from room to room, sat outside the bathroom door, made little whining noises, and even barked a couple of times. She's not a barker, so that really got my attention.
When I picked up my shoes, she jumped around and did an excited dance. I didn't even finish tying them, just grabbed my keys and got her out the door. I fully expected her to make a beeline for the nearest patch of grass so she could poop or piss or whatever else she needed to do.
She stuck her nose in the air, and skipped down the street, pleased as punch to be outside on a nice day. We went almost a full block before she bothered to stop and squat, and then hardly anything came out -- barely a dribble of pee!
In other words, that entire "follow-Cat-around-and-whine" song and dance was an act she cooked up because she was bored. And I fell for it.
That's okay. In fact, it's part of the fun, to get tricked by this crafty little dog. Plus she was right. It was more exciting to go for a walk than to watch me write for another hour.
Indeed, an afternoon papasan chair nap is much more enjoyable after a nice brisk walk in windy San Francisco.
*The Other Dog-in-Law
So yeah, there is a second DIL, whom I call "Other Dog". Because when I visit my in-laws it sounds like this:
"Hellllloooo Dolly!!!!!! How's my girl? Did you miss me? Oh yes you did!!!!!"
Tail wagging, hugs, and a general lovefest ensue. Then a sharp, nasty little bark breaks through the happy reunion Dolly and I are enjoying.
"Oh. Hello Other Dog."
I just never took to the little guy. Maybe it's his messed up tooth. Or maybe it's his piss poor attitude. Anyway, I don't know where he's staying this week, and I don't care. Because he's Other Dog. I don't even know his real name. It could be Tyler or Romaine or Queen Elizabeth. Don't ask me.
Of course my father-in-law loves Other Dog. He probably even knows it's real name.
During our 40 Whatever/Ford-y Whatever trip through the glorious Great Lakes Region, my BFF CityMama & I were compelled to make an unplanned stop at the Cross in the Woods Catholic Shrine. Even though it was God's Will that we found it, we didn't feel like walking through the woods to see the actual "Cross" (because ew, woods + walking = no thanks, dirty!) but the stop was totally worth it just to experience the most wonderful and terrifying collection of dolls, possibly in the world.
The Cross in the Woods has a very special doll museum, containing over 300 dolls, in varying sizes, wearing horror movie expressions and dressed in the habits of nuns -- and priests -- from around the globe.
To my dismay, none of them were for sale, not the dolls or the costumes! And they were frustratingly
well protected against crazy chicks who would have risked God's Wrath
by shoplifting them, or even just experiencing the magic by running our their curious fingers over the embroidered "Jesus" whipples.
Spoilsports. But we took pictures. A lot of pictures.
Hey, We're in God's Wives' Closet!
Yes, that's the Mother Theresa habit on the far right. Take a good look, because that's as close as you're going to get to a Nun of Color in this collection. Apparently most nuns are white.
It would have been nice if Sally Field could have signed the Flying Nun costume below, but no such luck.
We learned that the best nuns are fully accessorized, with special embroidery and chunky beads.
Loving that light blue suit! And the modern, low-maintenance hair do! Also, who decided which sightless mannequins needed to wear glasses?
I picked up these fabulous pink Derek Lam cat's eye sunglasses for a steal at Loehmann's. But even if I had to pay full retail, they were coming home with me. My fingers went numb when I touched them -- they spoke to me.
Little did I know that everyone would find them as irresistible as I do! It's pretty much universal: family and friends ask to try them on and then strike a fun pose for the camera. What's a shutterbug to do? I snap away...