Just who do I think I am?
I found a bit of circular humor in my feeds today.
Recently, I was invited to join a blog network called Brazen Careerist. I’m excited about this for the potential exposure, the network of intelligent bloggers with whom I will be able to converse, and the expertise of one Penelope Trunk. (Penelope is the author of a book, Brazen Careerist: The New Rules for Success.)
This is something I’ve learned in the last two weeks. For those of you who don’t know, I never look like my photo on my blog. First, my hair is never that organized. I try to remember back to when Yahoo had the photo taken and I don’t remember hair like that, so maybe it was never like that and it’s all Photoshop. That wouldn’t be too outlandish an assumption since my skin also never looks like that, or my lips, and it might actually not even be a photo, but a Yahoo rendition of what a photo might look like.
The only reason – and I honestly mean the only reason – that I haven’t accepted the offer to join the network is that I don’t have a headshot that I’m happy with. Seriously, look at the arrogant beach bum in the upper right corner. That’s not really me. I’m cocky, but I’m not some frat boy on a pub crawl in Redondo Beach (which is more or less what I was in that photo, visiting my brother in LA).
I’ve had the draft of the acceptance email in my box for weeks now, and I keep telling myself to suck it up and send whatever photo I have. I’m sure I can change it later.
I’m usually not this conceited. I think Penelope’s post might be enough to knock me off the vain train and pick a stinkin’ headshot.