Endings are what life cheats us of. As long as a sense of the ending hovers, the story goes on. We close the book, leave the theatre, shut off the screen, and return to the world, bewildered, maybe, but still breathing.
And I press the shutter in those moments that move my heart
The more hangouts I participate in, the more I’m realizing that people are itching to:
a) build their own projects using the technologies they’re learning;
b) learn from many different resources, rather than just one. In other words, sometimes it’s not all that helpful to just study from one tutorial or resource.
It may be time to change the landing page.
I’d love to participate in a GitHub learning experience. I’ve used a few tutorials in the past but they all left me with a similar confused frustration at the end.
When we try to write about Women in Product management, we don’t celebrate. Instead, we couch it as “women don’t feel comfortable going into pure technology.” We emphasize that “the role is full of soft skills.” We discuss how it’s “non-threatening,” for developers to have female PMs. Then we assert that “pure technologists are the ones with all the respect.”
Product Management isn’t just lady-person “soft skills.” No Product Manager would describe herself — or himself! — that way. Within the discipline, we portray things in a much more masculine manner. We talk about leadership without management authority, negotiation, and execution. Due to that, women work even harder at a lot of the nuances of PM than their male peers do.
If you think about most of the media’s current discussions about women in management, they also apply to the PM role. If you’re assertive about what we need to build, are you bitchy? If you react strongly to a proposed feature cut, are you emotional or passionate? It’s a precarious balance. During my career, I’ve gotten feedback that comparable male peers didn’t get. In no way is being a woman Product Manager easy.
Underdogs are not popular because we are underdogs. Underdogs have to fight for everything. Underdogs have to fight to be heard, to be seen, to be respected. Of course we don’t want to think that we’re them. We want to think we’re winners, that we sit at the special table (you can’t sit with us), that we’re better than everyone else, but what are you winning? What did you win? Sh*t, what are you even playing, dog?