In Texas there is this blessed piece of land in College Station called Aggieland. Students go to Texas A&M, study, learn, and eventually earn enough hours to order their class ring. The ring at A&M is very important. Most Aggies will wear their rings for the rest of their lives. To me (and I am not alone), my Aggie Ring is as important as my wedding ring. It is part of who I am. I come from an Aggie family and I was lucky enough to find an Aggie husband.
My brother got his ring today. My parents and I drove up to College Station to celebrate with him. The lady handing out rings let me hand him the box. It was fabulous. I am very proud of my little brother. He is a proud member of the Fightinâ€™ Texas Aggie Class of â€™07 and he now has the ring to prove it.
Two weeks ago, I went to Costa Rica. It was fabulous. I was on vacation, so I ate and drank whatever pleased me to do so. Is that not what vacation is all about? When I came home, I sat down to upload all my wonderful photos onto Flickr and then hesitated.
Do I really want everyone to see all my pictures? ALL of them? What if I look bad? What if I am tired with a pina colada in front of me? Does it matter? Do I care?
People who know me in “real” life know I am open with who I am. What you see is mostly what you get. I am an adult, so I occassionaly drink. I like to take pictures of my drinks for a reason I have not yet determined.
My boss looks at my pictures. People I do not know, have yet to meet, and may one day work for look at my pictures. Will it taint their image of me to see this?
After about 5 minutes of deliberation, I decided I did not care. We are all adults and I post pictures with the full knowledge that someone, somewhere will dissapprove of something I do. There is a line and I do not feel I have crossed it.
This is the first time I have faced this sort of delemma in regards to images. I know I can make some pictures “private” on Flickr, but having private pictures is not the purpose of that account. I decided when I put my name on my blog that if I ever interviewed with an employer who took offense at something I said or put online and, as a result, would not hire me, I did not want to work for them anyway. I think part of this attitude comes from my young age. Maybe I am just pig headed. (Mr. Rochester would go with the latter.)
There should be room in the world for different kinds of people and expression. I would not want to work for someone who willfully misunderstood the way the world works in an Internet age.
In brief: I decided I did not care.
–Jane, most of my favorite pictures are of this anyway
I made mine on Sunday. Check out the others posted on Flickr. Than, go and make your own.
Steven Cohen wants the group to reach 200 and it is now at 68.
-Jane, looks around