In 2012, a city girl from Southern California graduated from high school and headed to Texas for a business degree. Fascinated by people, and content to “translate between nerd and frat” (as a Philosophy major friend described her career path), she settled into a Management Information Systems major.
She learned coding languages and she interned, and she built a résumé she was proud of. She also joined a sorority, figured out how to dress now that she didn’t have to wear a uniform, perfected the art of brewing Earl Grey tea in her dorm room, and dreamed of Europe. She’s set to graduate in a few months. And then what?
That is the question. After Baylor, is it stay in Texas, go back to California, or venture off to the East Coast? Or somewhere in between? Or even abroad? Is it a nine-to-five with a technology firm, or working from home, or just any job that pays the bills (and the student loans)?
Everyone says that your 20s are supposed to be a journey. Full of questions that no one call tell you the answers to, and paths only you can find. We’re supposed to be living in this crazy place of knowing who and why we are but not caring about the what and how.
Now here’s where I ask a favor: stay with me while I monologue (it’s only for a paragraph or two).
I’m so done with the concept of having one “thing”. It’s this idea that you’re really good at one area, and it’s your defining attribute. I can’t tell you the number of times that people have guessed my major to Apparel Merchandising or Design, PR, or Marketing (in that order). Or there’s the group projects where I’m the only girl, and my role is relegated to designing templates and coordinating our matching outfits on the day of the presentation—after all, that’s what I’m best at, knowing what things look good. I’ve been told by professors that I don’t look like a girl that can code.
Why can’t the girl that goes to class in pearls and cardigans be a capable DBA? Why does the girl who rides a motorcycle have to give up her bike to earn the respect she deserves as an Investment Banker? Why is a Family and Consumer Sciences major asked why she pays for a college education, because all she must really want is her MRS degree? These are my friends’ stories, and mine, and I’m kind of tired with people’s inability to grasp the duality of our lives.
Here’s where we move into the “why” of this blog. There are a million and ten (probably more) fashion blogs out there, with just as many aspiring writers behind them. There are IT blogs and it girl blogs, but I haven’t seen one with both. There are definitely your business professionals who run these gorgeous, gorgeous sites, and through them I can see glitter, and lofts in New York City, and vacations on the Eastern Seaboard, and weekend trips to Florence. But I don’t see my story.
If a girl, bored out of her mind in Intermediate Accounting, is browsing Pinterest and comes across this blog, I’ll be happy. If I could tell her that she can be both fabulous and a coder, or that she could live whatever duality she hasn’t seen anyone else live, then I’m content. Because when I looked, no one told me, and so I’ve said it for myself. And now I want to be that voice to speak over others.
So this blog is for me, and for anyone else who is like me. We’ve one hand in that glitter, and another on a keyboard. We love coffee, but we take it with two shots of espresso, instead of on a Parisian balcony. We pick heels that match our suits, as well as our handbags. We wear blush and blazers, pearls and pencil skirts, collars and cashmere. That’s who this is for.