Are You Doing You?


May I vent with you, good people?  Thanks because, I just couldn’t let another minute go by today without commenting on the annoying U.S. custom of identifying oneself by one’s occupation.

Here’s an example.  It’s all about egos, insecurity, you dig?  OK, well, dig this scene at a dinner party, sometime after the appetizers have been served:

Woman #1:   “So, I’m in sales.  I love to make people break until they give in to me.  What’s your line of work, by the way?”

Woman #2:  “I’m a postal employee.”

Woman #1:  “Oh.  And what do you really want to be doing?  I can’t imagine you in one of those uniforms, girl!  I mean, after all –”  (She’s saved from making additional asinine remarks by the entree being served.)

Woman #2:  (Rolls eyes)

We are not what we do.  It’s none of anyone’s damned business how we earn our money — and if we earn any at all.  Of course, if a superficial person wishes to self-identify that way, let him/her.  But he/she has no right to force that foolishness on another’s psyche.  It shouldn’t matter if the person you’re schmoozing with at a private or public event is a computer technician, a janitor, an executive, a call girl, pimp or sugarmama.  Who cares!

God bless the child who’s got his or her own — and has the tact not to challenge another’s dignity.  Perhaps I’m a bit sensitive on this topic because I’ve been unemployed for several months now.  Facing hardship in such a rotten economy, I’m not exactly tickled when a recruiter chides me with:  “Chantale, you’re simply asking for too much money.”

If my rent, utility bills, credit card bills and the occasional mani and pedi require my po’ ass to earn an annual salary of at least $45K, then, hell no, I will not accept a mere $30K.  However, that’s exactly what I’m being told to do:  undersell my talents, my skills, my intellectual capital.   I am not my occupation, but I do know who I am.  Thus, I have the confidence and inner strength to ask to be paid what those talents, skills and that intellectual capital demand in our capitalistic society of the 21st century.

So, for now, when I’m at some shindig, and someone asks me what I do, I’ll just say with a plateful of sass:  “I do me.  You do you.”  Then keep it movin’.

Copyright © 2010 By Chantale Reve


The entire Sube Azul CD, by a refreshing new indie artist — Argentinian singer-songwriter Sofia Rei Koutsovitis — is the most awesome and authentic Latin jazz experience that I’ve had in months. I admit to being partial to songs that have elements of either tango or flamenco, so my favorite song on Sube Azul is “Imaginaria.”

“Imaginaria” lifts the spirit with mood-elevating dynamics that make me smile and shake what my mama gave me. The flamenco thing that gets brewing about midsong and that picks up toward the end is such a beautiful display of Sofia‘s enviable vocals riding on and through complex rhythms. I’m a big fan of emotive singing, and Sofia doesn’t disappoint here (or anywhere else on the CD).

Sube Azul manages to be eclectic and original, and this chanteuse’s sensual voice makes it all go down smooth. Bravissima!

Copyright © 2010 By Chantale Reve