A Note to UNDER ARMOUR’s PR Folk

  • I wrote  this on a Facebook comment section of Under Armour’s advertising of a sports bra that the brilliant Misty Copeland was wearing.  It’s in response to another person telling me that Kevin Plank (CEO of Under Armour) really wasn’t saying all that much….  here’s my response.

Thank you for your information.  However, I’m quite concerned with any business that vocalizes their opinion during such a turbulent time in our country so much so, that their own spokespeople (Misty, The Rock and Steph Curry for example) find it necessary to come out and set the record straight, sort of speak.

Here’s the thing:  I don’t want my country to fail – no matter who’s in office.  I’m not sure any SANE American wants that.  So, if any administration finds the need to reach out to people in business to get answers, to give help or advice, then so be it. I know other organization like Amazon, Tesla and others have met with the Administration trying to assist in the next steps…  I get all of that.  Unfortunately, like UBER, you guys (UA) stepped in it and you stepped in it “bigly”.

You don’t get a pass from me because this is the business you’re in.  You should know better.  And yes, I’m so disappointed. I do love Misty Copeland and she was one of the first reasons I made the change from Nike to UA.  And just yesterday, I bought NIKE shorts online — I haven’t bought from NIKE in a long time but I’m getting ready for a Tough Mudder in March so I bought two pair.  Honestly, I didn’t even flinch at where I was going to purchase my new items… I just did it.

When you guys “step in it” it does something to the subconscious.  And surely, I’m not a supporter of this NIKEadministration.  But as professionals in this field, you guys should know better.  Maybe the same thing happened with Obama – people got upset with organizations that supported him, I have no idea.  Regardless, just like Uber, you have some mending to do from a PR point of view.  Of course Uber went all out and wrote a letter to its customers, and when I got rid of the APP on my phone, I got a letter from Uber asking me to reconsider and to give them one more shot – then, I was asked to just read a little more information on what the organization is doing to help others, to clear the air.  I linked over and saw a more detailed outline of what they were doing to be on-board with what is MORALLY right – and yes, not lose me to Lyft (I’m not completely clueless that, at the end of the day this is capitalism after all and business is business – I’m fine with that, as long as you have a moral compass as a human being, as a company).

Am I using Uber nowadays?  Not just yet, because I haven’t needed to.  But, I put the app back on my phone and I certainly will next time I need a ride.  I give Uber credit for acknowledging the issue and realizing they probably could have done better initially.  They didn’t deny the mistake.  Or make it sounds like it was just some little thing.

If Under Armour wants my business in the future, it needs to stay out of politics.  Period. Full Stop.  If it chooses to assist OUR COUNTRY in helping any administration, it needs to do so, understanding the ramifications of all of their verbage, and acting accordingly.  I would think this is PR 101.

George. Rest In Sweet Peace

homegallery_03_lg-2He was my first crush.

My first concert.

I loved George. I will always love George.

His music, beginning with the WHAM days, was just pure fun, happy, poppy kind of stuff.  Music that made my heart beat, my soul sing… at a time when my World was anything but happy or fun.  1982-1983ish. White boys rapping?  Are you kidding me?  But I loved it.  I loved every moment of it.

I can’t stop tearing. When George did that duet with Aretha Franklin, he was then legitimized to the World.  His faithful always knew he had chops. But this milestone marked the beginning of his trek to stardom…for good and bad.   Faith.

I listen to George all the time. Still.  I work-out to his music regularly, daily.  I get newsletters from his website… he tweets and emails his “lovelies” – and yes, UN-apologetically, I’m one of those.

I’ve been a fan since day one: Wham years. It’s the only reasons I follow the BBC — yeah, I say it’s to stay on top of what’s going on in the world, but it’s always been secretly to keep tabs on my first crush.  It always bothered me that the U.S. fanbase never welcomed him back fully, so for a time, it was hard to get any news.  Thankfully, came the internet and social media that made it much easier to keep in touch with this beautiful man, exquisite writer, amazing vocalist (one point for the internet).  One More Try.

Like most, I fell deeper in love with George when he “came out” (as if his fans didn’t know), although I have to admit, I secretly prayed that if he met me, he’d cop to being Bi and somehow I’d be okay with that and we’d make a go of it!  Hey, a girl can dream.  What fascinated me most was that his “coming out” didn’t alienate his girly fan base at all  – it just made his music that much cooler, that much sweeter, the love songs even deeper and even more profound. And his heart-ache more evident to the rest of us.  An Easier Affair.

I’m sad. George’s music is the background theme to my childhood trek. It’s all the good stuff I remember. I feel good when I listen to his velvety soothing voice.  I feel whole somehow.

I hope he’s better now — resting. He gave his best, and yet it seems that he never was content or found any kind of peace.  But his music…well, to me — is everything. It always gives me comfort…and always gives me hope.  Somebody To Love.

I shall miss Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou. My George Michael.  Forever and a day.

Rest in sweet peace beautiful man, rest in sweet peace.

And thank you.

Carmen, one of your Lovelies.

Somewhere Between Rich and Poor

It’s raining.  It’s been raining for a while actually.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful, but sad bitmoji1646363289nonetheless. There’s a grey-ness to it all, a coldness. And yet, I welcome it. Somehow I see it as tears from heaven, if you believe in that kind of thing…

I work for this organization that does amazing things in the world. And it has the potential to do so much more. I’ve known this organization for years and although it never has paid very much, I’ve always loved the work.  My feeling is, if at the end of the day, you’re going to have to do something for a living, especially if it’s not your innate passion – like being a dancer, actor, writer or a painter — then you want to work with people who are at least doing some good in the world, right?  That should be an easy compromise.   And for me, if I’m not working as an artist on a given day and being paid for it, then being part of this organization is the blessing – to do work that helps someone else…to make a real difference in the world. Easy choice.

I think that’s why I ultimately left my job at a once cool start-up company many years ago. I loved the people, but at the end of the day – I hated that I was pouring my heart and soul into what was basically selling products.  Don’t get me wrong, there was much artistry to what these creative people were doing, but for me, it didn’t make sense.  Especially when things started going south with the partners – the owners — why would I ever want to dedicate my talent, sweat and tears to selling products?  When the time came for me to walk away – it actually wasn’t that hard to do.  Financially it killed me, but I just quit.  And it was the right thing to do. No regrets.

This time, things are so different.  This organization that I have the privilege of working for now is actually changing people’s lives. It makes a difference in the world.  And even though there are a lot of the problems happening, again, with the “owners”, it seems to still be worthy of all my efforts – my sweat and my tears – maybe even more so. Every time a delicate painful issue arises, I feel even more compelled to do the very best I can to make sure we continue to do the good work.  It seems odd to me, because you’d think I’d just want to quit and move on… but no. It makes me even more committed to stay, to figure it out, to help in any way I can.  It’s odd, and I guess I’m just trying to understand why…

I’ve worked for so many people – so many wealthy individuals – and for the most part, wealthy people are not any different from poor people.  They’ve all got problems.  I’m 100% positive I would never trade my life for any of the wealthy people I’ve ever known.  Not one.

See, the problems of rich people are just as real.  Surely, poor people – in this generalized example – tend to have an over-arching problem of never having enough money to do anything. And everything they try to do is usually about trying to pay a bill. It’s a horrible cycle. Living paycheck to paycheck.  Rich people don’t get that. Even poor people that become rich, forget that – because it’s an easy thing to forget. And the thing about poor people is, when you get that extra money from a bonus, or an unexpected financial gift that lets you pay up your bills on-time or ahead of schedule, ohhhhhhh, that feeling is priceless, right?  I mean, there is a cleanliness to it that is hard to explain.  A burden jumps off your shoulders that you didn’t even realize was sitting there.  Rich people don’t get that because the sheer aspect of financial security makes it difficult to comprehend.  If you hadn’t had to think about how your rent or mortgage is going to be paid, then you can’t feel that burden. If you don’t have to save money to buy a pair of jeans, then you don’t know the inner negotiating and anxiety that comes with having to choose between paying your gas bill or fudging it for the month and spending that money at Target instead simply because you’ve worn your one pair of jeans so much that they’re falling apart in the crotch.

But the rich – their burden seems worse to me.   Again, I’m totally generalizing here  –  but the rich walk around in constant thought that someone is trying to screw them over.  Rich people never seem to feel completely settled.  Trust is a coveted process and never fully practiced or embraced because they believe everyone has to prove themselves first – over and over again. Everything is about THEM. Their vulnerability, their money, their lives, their self-preservation. They are always the first to scream that they are NOT about their money at all. And they always claim NOT to be THAT rich.  Cracks me up.  But sadly they always think  someone wants something from them.  There’s a fear of some entity that’s going to try and steal from them.  It’s sad.  They’re not positive of who their friends are. They think its other rich people who “understand” them – but nine times out of ten, their friends are just as skittish about trust and friendship as they are.  So the rich pay therapists, and massage therapists, and psychics, and go on ridiculous shopping sprees and visit all sorts of doctors, spas, etc., — all because of feeling unsettled. It’s a different kind of anxiety than the poor feel, but anxiety nonetheless.  The rich, in my experience,  try to feel better by hiring lawyers and doctors who will tell them that they are fine – and the more they cost, the better because, well, if the “BEST” are telling you what you need to hear, then it must be right.   And look, I’m not even saying that all these doctors and lawyers are being abusive and sucking money from these people – truth is, a lot of these people are so fragile, they need to hear some sort of comfort, some information from somewhere…  And this tends to be one place where rich people get that from. It’s a vicious circle.

Poor people don’t have that luxury – to go find some professional to walk them through something.  Poor people can’t go to a doctor on a whim because they’re feeling bad and need someone to talk too, because the co-payment alone may be $90 and not in their budget for the month. That’s grocery money. So, poor people have to trust their friends, their family,  their co-workers,  right off the bat.  And in order to trust people, you have to get good at reading people, at intuition. At understanding who is screwing you over for money, and who is actually doing the work and deserving of your hard-earned pennies.  You don’t have money to waste, so the minute you realize you are being snowed, you walk away and find someone else.

Surely money gives you choices – but from my experience, sometimes having all that choice, leaves you less inclined to be wise.  It reminds me of going to a restaurant like the Cheesecake Factory whose menu is so large that it’s just too much to deal with. Most times I hate going there, unless I’m going just for some actual cheesecake.  But sometimes, when you have all that choice, it’s hard to be wise and choose accordingly.  I think of Michael Jackson too – he had so much money, so many choices – – and with all those choices he became unwise. Purchasing items that seemed ridiculous, just because he could.  I loved Michael Jackson’s music and performance – don’t get me wrong.  He was brilliant. But, clearly he chose badly. And in a lot of ways, I get it. It makes complete sense to me.

Please know, I’m not saying it’s better to be poor.  But what I am saying is that it’s not better to be rich either.  Now, I can’t claim to have ever been rich. But, I’ve had more money than I’ve ever needed at one point in my life – and I tell people all the time, it was the worst time in my life. Not because I had so much money, but because I was so unhappy. I was living a life that wasn’t authentically me.  Now, it wouldn’t have mattered if I was making $10 an hour or $1M a year, it was clearly the wrong job, the wrong place and the wrong time – and had little to do with money. But, for the purposes of this discussion, I remember what it was like not to have to question buying a new pair of jeans that cost $400. Yes, I said, $400.  I still own the Jimmy Choo shoes I bought back then – my Jimmy Choo boots cost $1000 and were fitted precisely to fit me and only me.  There was a freedom in having the bills paid and never having to worry about how the mortgage was going to be paid that month and every month after that. But with that kind of money also came something I never expected:  the insecurity of why people were being nice to me, or questioning why I was getting such incredible service… I specifically remember getting on a plane and being treated like I was a Queen.  The overwhelming kindness and people willing to jump at anything I may have said… of course, I was flying First Class.  The comfort was one thing – you paid for that, but the way people treated you just because you had money… that’s why rich folk get confused.  Truth is, people – good decent people, especially flight attendants – will treat everyone that way.  With Kindness.  And in coach you do get that sometimes…. Not the comfort, but yes, the best flight attendants are the best for a reason. But imagine, being treated that way ALL. THE. TIME. Every day.  It no longer is special, it becomes your new normal.  And “normal” gets old real fast. Basically, you realize people are kissing your ass, not because they are kind good people, but only because you have money and they HAVE to be nice to you. Yeah, it’s like that…and you can easily see why you’d start questioning everyone’s motives, right?

But rich people get that treatment – all the time.  Even when they don’t deserve it. They can bitch and moan and people servicing them will still treat them like the kings and queens they believe themselves to be.  Again, poor people don’t get that privilege. We are grateful when we meet other kind souls who work for a living and treat us like kings and queens, but we also understand when that same flight attendant is having a bad day and is just going through the motions – because we get that they’re working just trying to make a living too… and yet, at some point, no matter how bad their day is, they still have to go up to first class and keep on shining.

I guess all this to say, I’m grateful.  My dream of course, is to make enough money as an artist/creative entity every day and be able to live a comfortable and fulfilling life by telling stories, sharing Carmenisms and changing the world all on my own. But, in the meantime, I’m okay. Happy really. I would never want to have so much money again at the expense of my sanity, and I certainly never want to hate what I do for a living.  So, all and all, I’m okay. Maybe more than okay. This too shall pass…

It stopped raining.  But there’s a heavy tint of lingering grey – it may rain again.  I hope so. For now, everything is so quiet, so still. I have to admit, I love it.

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*The term “poor” here is simply defined as those living paycheck to paycheck. There is no doubt that “poor” in relative terms can and does mean something quite different in our world and this author knows the difference.

*Image used/created on App Bitmoji

If All You Got Is Hate. . .

Liberals. Conservatives. So called Independents…start finding that place inside you that is LOVE, like when you were a child, that free-spirited place where it was fresh, clean and easy — because all this hate, from all sides, is only going to make matters worse for all of us, not better. Nobody wins in HATE. Nobody. Love still has a shot. Find a way to get there…

It doesn’t mean you have to stop your protest. Or that you shouldn’t support President-elect Trump or any of your causes. It means it needs to come from a good place. Not an evil, vindictive, hurtful place. We can make change, make our voices heard, do our jobs — without being so angry, so pained and so inhuman.

You know what social media has done a good job of? Making us less compassionate. We have no empathy for each other — we can never just disagree, kindly, lovingly. It’s easy to do behind a keyboard — when there is no real physical reaction to have to absorb. I refuse to let technology change me. And I’m screaming at all of you right now: You have become horrible people because you are not coming from a place of LOVE. Stop it. All of you.

We are Americans. We will get through this. But we have the power to decide HOW we do it. Decide right now, to be better than you used to be. Be the person you want others to be…don’t demand from others what you’re not capable of providing.  If all you got is hate, I don’t want you on my side.  Cause as corny as it sounds, my side is LOVE. Period.  – CLezeth

 

I HOPE YOU WILL TOO…

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Whether Democrat, Republican, Independent, whatever…. we are all privileged to be Americans.  Do your duty, VOTE.  November 8th.  Tuesday.

Be the America I know you to be…actually, be the America I hope you to be — PLEASE VOTE!

One love.