Merde

Yup, good ole merde! If you aren't careful you are always in danger of stepping in a huge steaming pile of it. I'm not much for social media. Let me revise that, I despise Facebook, I'm on tumblr like a possessed porn monkey. But an incident this weekend has left me happy for my lack of access to a FB page.
Let me explain.

I went to a photo shoot with my son. A local author saw him and asked him to be the cover model for her novel. He then had me come along to help with make-up (this woman's networking skill in amazing everyone was there as volunteers). I agreed but it was not the best day of my life. The Hairdresser did not disinfect anything she used in the model's hair. Then she took her own make-up and applied it to the models face, again with no cleaning, even though I brought alcohol in a spray bottle for quick sanitation. I bit my tongue, I was only there to be an extra pair of hands. 

The Photographer looks at the multiracial model and says, "What are you?" I did not say a human being, I didn't, but it left a bad taste in my mouth holding in that retort. We got through the day and we were asked to like The Photographer's FB and give a shout out.  Well two days later my son shows me that The Photographer has taken everyone to task for failing to give her said like and shout out. Then a verbal sparring match ensued between The Photographer and The hairdresser. 

Then there is my son. He never joins battles. He sends a message to The Photographer telling her he had liked her page and since his photos of the behind the scenes needed approval he would give her a shout out once he was allowed to publish his photos. The Hairdresser then likes and recommends my son as a photographer and dismisses the other as unprofessional. My son has an offer from The Photographer to use her studio space if he needs it. (He Forrest Gump's his way through life).

I refuse to get a new cell phone, and I don't do anything on Facebook in the hopes everyone will think I'm dead. Every thought seems to need validation. It's easier to type things on a keyboard than say them. But we're losing the ability to listen, we read, but don't understand one another; more communication with less and less understanding. I'm reminded to be careful with my words, to speak my intent, and be adult enough to stand by my words and my work with or without a shout out.

C'est la vie. Here's a photo because I like it. I'm off to work on a story to post here later this week. 

Peace and joy!