Understanding contractual language and saying no to bad business deals
2020 has been many things but most importantly, for me, a teacher. “How could the most disastrous year of my life teach you anything”, you ask? Well for starters, it helped me find my voice.
Don’t get me wrong, if you know me you’ll know that I always had one–an introverted and afraid one–but things are different now. Growing up, I was always concerned about what peope would think/say about me. …
My early 20’s was a major period of growth. I left my family home when I was 21 with a BFA in Visual Arts and was embarking on my next educational endeavor, my MFA in Graphic Design in San Francisco. I went from asking my parents permission to buy a bag of chips to suddenly making decisions on my own now. Big decisions, Life changing decisions. The American Dream… It was now within my reach.
The next three years were the most difficult years of my life. They were trying, challenging, demanding, exhausting but exciting. I learnt so much not just academically or about the world but about myself. A rediscovery of who I actually was as a person. What colors did I really like? Did I dislike reading or was I forced to read books that didn’t interest me? What music did I enjoy? Did I like to wear my hair down or was that something I did because I was told that was considered “beautiful” or “correct”? I had to reflect and think deeply about myself, my characteristics and my values. …
I’ve had a lot of emotional thoughts over the past couple of weeks about what’s been happening in America and some of them have not been politically correct. However, talking about race is never politically correct. It’s never the “right time” and it is not considered “civil” conversation.
But how can you have civil conversation when someone’s humanity is being denied ?
We are in an algebraic problem where we are all trying to find “X”. However “X” is not hiding in plain sight or behind a door. We need to SOLVE for “X”.
I hear/read people saying “Oh, I’m friends with POC, that doesn’t make me racist”. Firstly, parading your POC friends around to get social capital is disgusting. Secondly, you might be friends with POC but are you thinking about their issues because we certainly think of yours and when we don’t think about them to the degree that is expected we are deemed “Un-American”, “stupid immigrants”, asked to “go back to our country” or “we haven’t assimilated into American Society”. We reflect on your problems, do ours cross your mind regularly enough to make you act or think differently? …