Sunday, November 17, 2013

What's Your Alter Ego's Name?


When Beyonce’ began to refer to her on-stage presence by a completely different name, she embraced a valuable concept that all women should have the courage to acknowledge. Countless interviewers inquired about the appeal and allure of “Sasha Fierce” which would lead Madame B. to articulate how her and Sasha were almost total opposites. According to B., Sasha Fierce represented everything that she pretty much isn’t in her day to day existence. Sasha magically appears on stages across the world under the bright lights and in front of a blaring band to give performances filled with sex appeal, energy, stamina, and overall confidence. Meanwhile backstage and later on at the house, “southern gal” Beyonce’ prefers to curl up in comfy sweats, wrestle with her nephew, and eat a sizeable portion of her mama’s macaroni and cheese!

Now, what can we learn from Beyonce’s acknowledgement of Sasha Fierce as an entity unto herself? As women, we genuinely believe that ‘we are every woman.’ And while we most certainly are, I think it’s healthy to recognize those areas in our life that we are naturally comfortable navigating vs. those areas where we may need to call on some ‘characteristic reserves,’ if you will. We all possess the ability to do whatever it is that we need to do, however there will always be some situations, actions, and decisions that come a little easier to us than others. This is where your alter ego(s) come in. Perhaps it takes a lot out of you to work a room during a social gathering. Maybe you feel out of your element in the kitchen having to prepare a big meal. It could be a challenge to get up in front of a room of people and introduce yourself. How cool would it be to think of yourself as morphing into a totally different person in order to get these various tasks accomplished? I mean, this is sort of what we have to do, right? Why not embrace that ‘stretch’ of our abilities in the form of creating an empowering and motivating alter ego that will show up and show out in that particular capacity on demand!

By now you may be wondering have I myself identified any alter egos? Who are the ‘personalities’ that contribute to my unpredictable existence that brings smiles to so many faces? J Why yes, yes I have! As a true introvert, I have come a long way with my interactive capabilities. I remember being the shy girl who was terrified at the thought of public speaking and would light weight experience heart palpitations at the thought of walking into a room full of strangers and attempting to strike up a conversation. But over the years, my life has unfolded into a beautifully layered work of art that has pulled and stretched me in ways that my ‘scary’ former self couldn’t have ever imagined! Here are a couple of my alter egos that I hold near and dear:
Chet
As I attempt to live a healthier lifestyle and keep myself active, I have developed a love for physical challenges. Races, hikes, stair climbs, obstacle courses….you name it, I’m up for the challenge! It keeps the idea of being active new and exciting and sometimes I even surprise myself with what I’m able to accomplish. I may not win the race or even place, but just participating gives me such a rush! A good friend once joked with me, when I mentioned signing up for a 1,500 stair climb challenge, that I was ‘acting like a crazy white man!’ Her point being, who else would engage in such a physical challenge!?! As I initially laughed at her accusation, I then embraced it and decided to name my ‘inner white man’: Chet! Chet enjoys the rush of engaging in a new and physically challenging activity. He enjoys the prep training of pushing towards new physical goals and capabilities. He’s fearless with his approach to life and what it means to live free! So when I come across a great race or obstacle course that makes me go hmmm….I tap into Chet to not only sign up but to show up and show out in the cutest athletic gear I can find! After all I may be tapping into Chet on the inside, but a diva must maintain her appearance to the world!

Shirley
Now this alter ego was actually named by one of my colleagues. I’m a self-proclaimed ‘old soul’ so often times my advice or interpretation of life events is filled with wisdom beyond my years on this earth. In these cases, I’m tapping into Shirley! Shirley is the epitome of common sense. She can see the unseen and hear the unspoken or untold. She’s very intuitive and seeks to always find meaning from life situations. Shirley is the energy that I’m able to exude when I interact with my students on various campuses that warrants them to remain in contact with me after just one meeting. She’s the piece of me that comforts others and provides a space in which others feel safe to confide in me and sometimes ask for advice. She listens without judgment and even when I’m going through my own issues, I can tap into Shirley if a loved one needs a good long cry or a laugh to keep them going! Shirley is my intuition. She’s my direct line to beings and ideas greater than myself that I’m able to tap into in order to make positive impacts in people’s lives.

Glo
Now Glo represents the part of me who may have been raised in the suburbs but is not naïve to street etiquette either. Glo is very observant and can scan any given environment to determine it’s level of safety and the most appropriate behavior in that setting. Glo anticipates foolishness and while she tries not to put herself in drama-filled situations, she’s always knowledgeable of the nearest exits and keeps a pair of Timberland boots in her trunk….just in case! Glo is not ashamed to put an airplane bottle of alcohol in her bra before entering an establishment known to have overpriced cocktails. Glo would also eagerly join a DJ in the booth and instantly become his/her hype woman for the night if given the opportunity! She knows the words to songs that you don’t want anyone to know that you secretly like but know all the words and get pretty crunk when singing along! She can carry on a well informed conversation about a current national event and turn right around and articulate why Krispy Kreme donuts must be laced with crack or who would win in an MMA fight between Chris Brown and Wiz Khalifa. Glo is my edge. She’s the epitome of what I mean when I’m provoked to say ‘don’t let these degrees fool you!’ Now I know you know what I’m talkin bout….. ;)

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Confessions of a Frequent Flyer: WTFs!?!

Confessions of a Frequent Flyer: WTF!?! Moments

As I sit here in Reagan International Airport prepared to leave D.C. to my final destination, I’m reminded of numerous instances that I’ve witnessed as a frequent flyer. While ‘jet setting’ from place to place both in and out of the country seems glamorous and exciting at first thought, the ‘hustle & bustle’ of air travel (and doing so frequently) can present some major challenges. So allow me to ‘freely move about the cabin’ of my experiences and share with you some of the moments when (as a frequent flyer) I’ve been prompted to think to myself: WTF!?! These moments will reference things that you could hear, see, smell, witness, etc. But the overarching theme, once again, is WTF!?!

Arrival to the Airport
Parking lot Z is open! There’s nothing worse than having your arrival timeline all planned out, then arriving at the airport only to realize that your usual parking lot or deck is CLOSED. As a result, you are now directed to park at the lot that’s located in a neighboring city so that you’ll then have to take a plane back to the shuttle stop, catch the shuttle, and then board your original flight! WTF!! For some reason, I’m one of those people that operates under a 50/50 chance that I’m gonna get to the airport with sufficient time to park, get through security, find my gate, and breath before boarding. Sometimes I’m good and can look cool in the airport while other times I re-enact O.J.’s Hertz commercial and get to my gate with sweat on my brow for seemingly no reason (so not a good look during the fall and winter months)! Since I’ve begun to travel more frequently, I do much better with this…but there’s always that chance. Especially when they mess up my parking flow and time that I didn’t initially account for is now ticking against me! Thank God for my newly acquired airline preferred access. In these instances, there’ll be 132 expletives used between the curb and my gate vs. 137 J

Throw yo kids from the shuttle!?! In any public place, I just want people to control their kids. I need you to be a parent and not simply a life sized action figure that’s walking your kid around! You wouldn’t believe some of the antics in which I’ve witnessed kids engage without consequence right in front of their parents’ faces! My brow all wrinkled up and hand itchin to ball up into a fist and the parent(s) look like they bout to ride a carousel on a spring day. When you get on the shuttle in particular, get on, stow your luggage, sit down, and make sure your kid sits down beside or across from you, then be still! Simple right? Don’t zone out by fiddling with your phone or tablet while your kid or kids damn near break out in a game of Duck Duck Goose amidst the rest of the passengers on this tight ass shuttle! WTF!?! All I got to say is, tap me and say ‘goose’……I’m definitely winning that round lil sir/ma’am!

Can you hear me now? Nothing is worse than being in a small confined space right beside, behind, or in front of a person who’s having a conversation on a cell phone using the same tone that the dude who says “lets get ready to rumblllleeee” before prize fights uses! WTF!?! Especially when everyone else is quiet and just trying to take this means to an end and be good citizens. Then here you come sounding like you were born with a megaphone in your larynx! Now I used to make exceptions to this pet peeve for older and/or elderly people using cell phones and being cute and old. But the fact remains that you’re talkin way too damn loud MeMa/PaPa and I need you to shut the fuck up immediately! Part of me is not totally mad at you because your (grand)son/daughter who bought you this device should’ve given you a better tutorial about it’s use and ability to pick up the sound of your voice if you just talk normal. But they did not and as a result you bout to catch this elbow to the face accompanied by a ‘with all due respect sir/ma’am’ cuz you’re annoying my travel experience right now!

Inside the Airport
Security at Security! The security checkpoints are the one place in the airport that separates the frequent travelers from the novices. The security checkpoints bring out the inner ‘I hope I’m doing this right’ bitch in all novice travelers. After being cleared to proceed from the gate, you can see the hesitation as they approach the plastic bins and begin to fiddle with their own luggage to try and find their toiletry bag as if they didn’t pack the mothafucka! So they find the toiletries then begin to watch others to give them clues as to what else they need to place into this bin. Shoes: Check! Laptop: Check! Anything in your pockets: Check! Then they get happy and start taking out all types of random shit and steadily grabbing more bins! You takin off earrings, pulling out iPods, now & laters, nail clippers, nabs…..I mean, sir/ma’am!?! All the while, ain’t moved a muscle toward the body scan nor pushed their belongings up to proceed through the scanner! WTF!?! I don’t know how many times I’ve been standing there and attempted to help folks through this process….but they don’t listen until a TSA person comes over to intervene. At that point, I go into total ‘get the fuck out my way’ mode.

Bombs over Baghdad…..with a smile. I’ve noticed while traveling that some airports have attendants strategically placed in their restrooms to ensure that the facilities are clean and that you are welcomed with a smile to the city to which you have just arrived. Nice gesture, right? Well, couple that with rounding a corner into a public airport restroom and being drop kicked in your olfactory organs by the smell of 1,000 farts and asses!?! Now I can’t even focus on the thoughtful greeting you’re trying to provide me with Madame Attendant! The first thing I’m thinking is WTF just happened in here!?! And don’t you smell that!?! OMG, will it be in your clothes when you leave outta here!?! How do you keep smiling through this shit smoke cloud that’s looming in here like a gas chamber!?! Wait, why the hell did I come in here? Oh yea, pee….quickly, quickly, quickly….. Mind you, all of this exchange is taking place internally, with myself, unbeknownst to anyone else….until now!

On your flight
Watch out for the big girl/boy  I’m an aisle seat kinda girl. I love sitting on the aisle and only having a person directly on one side of me. But sometimes, I’m not able to reserve my preferred aisle seat and must settle for a window or the dreaded middle seat. In these cases, the one thing you don’t want to see is Sherman/Charmaine Klump stop at your row and point to the seat right beside you. WTF!?! The fact of the matter is that the space provided in airplane cabins will not comfortably seat and/or provide everyone adequate space to move around. People need to start being more honest with themselves and not boarding these planes like no one see their big asses and begins to pray they’re not sitting anywhere near them! There’s nothing worse than having to sit in the infamous ‘lean’ position for an entire flight because the person next to you is wider than their seat. I won’t pretend that I’ve thought this dilemma through enough to be able to provide a solution that preserves basic human rights, but it pisses me off when I have to sit directly next to or behind (cuz they gonna recline that MF seat all the way back!) a big person on a plane. YOU KNOW YOU BIG!! STOP TRIPPIN!! WTF!?!

Children: Blessings & Demons I love children. They’re little faces, hands, and toes. Even their little farts….smell like hot garbage after only eating pureed peaches & crackers, but they sound cute! But on an airplane, some children seem to be born of the pits of Hell and sent onto your flight clearly as a repercussion for something fucked up that you did before you boarded. The little babies who cry at the drop of a hat or for some reason cannot fall asleep. #FAIL.  The toddlers who have ants and snapdragons in their pants and can’t be still. #FAIL. The elementary aged kids who have no concept of an ‘inside voice’ and feel the need to narrate their flight experience in real time while their parent simply ignores them. #FAIL. The almost middle schooler whose newly developing sense of independence prompts him/her to get up eery five minutes to go to the lavatory then return to kick & bump the shit outta your seat before they’re comfortably seated. #FAIL. The goth middle/high schooler who’d rather be anywhere else than on a plane with his/her family so the parent has to repeatedly address them for whatever reason cuz they’re ignoring the shit outta life right now. #FAIL. And the grandkid of any age who’s showin out just because they’re with grandma and not mama! #FAIL. WTF?!?

Will you be my BFF? I’ve met some interesting people during my travels. The random conversations that you will find yourself a part of with a stranger in an airport can be quite enjoyable. However, I’m not one to speak for extended periods of time while on the plane. It’s just too close of a quarters. In general, I’m not typically a ‘close talker’ so it feels a bit weird to damn near be sitting in someone’s lap that you don’t know and trying not to say too many “H” words cuz your self-conscious of your breath. And it’s funny, the people who are the most talkative ALWAYS have the WORST breath! Like something, is dead at your gum line ma’am/sir and if you ask one more question using the word ‘how’ or ‘have you’ I’mma choke you out right here in first class then order a ginger ale as I watch your body slump over into the window! And why do people only acknowledge ‘morning breath’ in the morning? If you take a nap at noon and wake up around 1:45pm….yo ass got ‘morning breath’ on 1,000 STILL! So don’t then look over at me and try to have this long conversation cuz your breath is burning my eye lashes and brows off! WTF?!? Then it’s the people who wanna talk through out the entire flight using their outside voice….about nothing! Once, a conversation about the difference in spellings & pronunciations of German words vs. English words kept me awake on a flight for about 45 minutes! WTF!?! Go to sleep hoes!?! Your conversation is making my ass itch!