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"..every single one of you are here for the same reason. you're here because you've adopted as a core motivation the simple fact that this world would be a whole lot better if we just made an effort to be less horrible to one another"

I'm tired and I'm coming down with a cold, which is why I think my take on Ellen Page's coming out speech is a bit... odd.

The video for today's Communication's Blog can be found here.

I like Ellen Page. Not because of her sexuality. Not because she's a Nova Scotian. I like her because she seems like a nice, decent, down to earth kid.

She did an amazing job at presenting at the Time to Thrive conference. Her words were obviously from the heart and very moving.

But there's a whole bunch of stuff about this that I don't like.

I don't like that there needs to be a Time to Thrive Conference. I don't like the fact that she had to have such negative experiences shape her life. That there are people out there who give a crap, in a negative way, who loves whom. I have friends who have a million different sexualities. Bisexual, homosexual, heterosexual, asexual. I have friends with multiple partners. I have friends with no partners. Who cares? I mean don't get me wrong. I care that you're happy. But why does anybody need to care who's on the receiving end of that?


God love her. I was moved by her speech. I teared up when she teared up. But I HATE the fact that anybody has to care about this. Nobody's standing up and tearing up over their right to be a white heterosexual, married to a white heterosexual with two kids and a dog in a duplex in suburbia. Why not? Because it's the norm. Why can't any relationship that doesn't hurt anybody else be the norm?

My stepmother, who is a Presbyterian minister in the south (Y'all remember my Christmas rant about my father putting the Christ back in Christmas? Yeah? His wife.) posted a link on her the book of Face (which for the life of me I can't find now) talking about how gay marriage will affect heterosexual marriage. I clicked on it with dread, expecting to have a whole lot of eye rolling exercises ahead of me, and was pleasantly surprised to find it was pro-gay marriage.

Ladies and gentlemen, we may be further along the road to progress than I thought.

One can only hope.
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Bloomers, nunners, unmentionables, knickers, drawers, undershorts.

Do I have your attention yet?

Welcome to my Communications Blog #4, wherein I am allowed to talk about whatever I want tonight! And the topic is underwear.

There's been a recurring theme in my world for the past couple of months, and I've realized it's somehow become my official theme for 2015

The theme is "Put on your big girl panties."

I have finally reached a point in my life where I really feel it's time to stop letting the world run things while I sit by and complain about it. It's time to start taking control of life. If something's broken, take ownership and deal with it. If something's bugging you, do something about it. If a class isn't meeting your expectations, send that annoying prof an email telling him exactly what you need to be successful.

Holy empowering batman!

Put on your big girl panties and do something.

And since I'm feeling rather generous I'm going to give you a two for one special tonight. In addition to putting on your big girl panties, I want you to remember the Polish proverb: Not my circus, not my monkey. (And I'm going to encourage you to go take a peek at this article. It's a pretty good reinforcing story.)

So let's pair those two thoughts for a moment, shall we - now that I have put a frightening image of a monkey in a thong in your head? (It is here I would like to point out that the internet has failed me miserably in not allowing me to locate a picture of a monkey in a thong.)

Right now. Today. Right this second, I'm empowering you to stand up and deal with whatever it is that's bugging you head on. With one caveat. I first want you to stand up and look at the thing that's bugging you and I want you to really identify if it's YOUR thing.

If you never let your child try to tie their own shoes you'll be 75 years old, driving to your 50 year old kid's house every morning to tie their shoes for them. Empower that monkey to put his own big girl panties on. Three wins for the price of one. You've empowered somebody, you've empowered yourself, and you no longer have to tie somebody else's shoes! That's not just a score, that's a hat trick, baby!!!

I'm going to Montreal to lead a conference on Monday and Tuesday. Have you guessed the theme yet? Yup. Putting on your big girl panties. Actually that's my informal theme. The real theme that will be on my presentation is Taking Ownership for your own Success. My colleagues know where I'm going with it though.

The gentleman who is helping me source the location today asked if we should remind the participants one last time that we won't be serving breakfast the first day.

For a moment I thought about it. And thought, yes, and we need to remind them to bring their required homework, and that the day starts promptly at 9:00 and that they need to remember to indicate if they'll be joining the group for dinner that night and... and... and...

... and I remembered that I've told them already. Ready? Big girl panties on... and... taking ownership for yourself and...

...and if they forget to eat then it's not my monkey. They need to put their own big girl panties on and take ownership for their own breakfast.

I'm empowering them!

And if they go hungry, I sense there's a really good opportunity to reinforce a lesson.

Big girl panties. Try 'em on. It takes a bit of getting used to but you'll like the way they fit. I promise.



**No monkeys were harmed in the making of this blog**

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