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Nancy V.

Owner of White Book (PR & Marketing); Project Manager/Diversity & Events Specialist

Hmm…about me, well, I am always and never the same, which makes for my own interesting world where I constantly recruit individuals to join my planet. Take myself very seriously, but prefer not to, so I dress in outfits that often do not match and say things that I shouldn’t under the guise of �...

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Cutting + being cut = not cool

N. Vaughn

Hi – it’s me! : ) After these M.I.A. (missing in action) blog breaks, I always feel I have some crazy update or mindless rambling. Here’s a little of both:

I have this project I’m working on (still need a more formal introduction, but until then it’s...“The Project”) that has grown into this big, fat thing that I’m trying to wrap my arms around and it’s like squeezing an enormous round thing that’s squishy and bulges out from the sides. I need you to formulate a visual in your head...

Imagine me with this little idea about the size of a marble. Soon it grows into one of those blue, rubber balls that are a little smaller than a tennis ball, and then into one of those red, rubber bouncy balls. Next growth spurt – beach ball...which soon gives birth to three, uh...beach balls. Then it’s me with four beach balls, which each give birth to a red rubber bouncy ball and two blue ones. I’m attempting to carry all of these balls in my arms. Everything’s light, so it’s not too heavy...yet, it is unusually awkward to carry and completely new. Note: I’m so delirious I’m talking about...balls.

We had a model call this past weekend. It was a long, drawn out, almost “American Idol-style” casting call. Ugh. Those girls and guys are super brave to have everyone just oogle them while strutting their stuff. And can I tell you how the men were oogled? Tsk tsk, poor fellas.

At the end of the casting, I likened the experience to gym class. Where you waited to be picked for a dodge ball team. I always got picked fairly early, but it was an experience that pretty much sucked to me. You just wait around, hoping to be picked for the team. When it comes to “picking” I always wonder, “Who do we think we are? Dodge ball pros?” What gives us the end all/be all to make a final cut decision?

In The Project – it was the designers who made the initial cuts, but there are many “cut” situations in life. An HR Manager who decides whether your resume is “good enough” – or during an interview when s/he determines whether or not you will be hired.  Gaining entry into an ivy league college, where obviously you are smart but due to a limited number of slots, perhaps not smart, creative, thoughtful, or [enter word] enough. An editor who decides not to accept your writing submission (boo!). An exclusive invitation to a party that your friend received but you didn’t. Or rejection from membership because you’re a year over their age cut-off or exclusion to outtings because you’re married or have kids. (Gee whiz, the person’s married, s/he’s not allowed to sleep with other people, doesn’t mean s/he doesn’t know or desire to still have fun.)

Cuts – that’s life. Guess they’re called that because sometimes it hurts.

[Note: Because I’m such a sap, I e-mailed 100+ unselected models to tell them how beautiful they are and to stay positive. I know that some of them probably want to tell me where to go and how to get there. Sigh.]