One Word

November 4, 2010

her bad wordsThere really aren’t words to describe the awesome that was – that is – Blissdom Canada. Unless that word is, actually, AWESOME, in which case we’re off to a decent start.

We spoke a lot about words over the three days that we spent together, even in sessions that you might not have thought would draw heavily upon the verbal and the literal and the rhetorical. During the closing keynote panel, we discussed personal branding, and our opening keynote speaker’s assertion that we are, all of us, marketing ourselves all the time, and what words have to do with this. Every every time that you put yourself out in the world and participate in social life – he said – every time that you open your mouth (use your words!) or put your fingers on a keyboard (use your words!), you’re marketing yourself. You’re saying: oh, hey! This is who I am! I am THIS guy! I am THAT girl! Which is kind of a crazy way to think about social like and interpersonal relationships, but you know what? It’s kind of totally true. And so by the end of our two days, we wondered what that had to do with the totally over-used and amply abused idea of The Brand, especially in the context of One’s Personal Brand, as in, oh, hey! WHAT’S YOUR BRAND? as the latter-day equivalent of ‘what’s your sign,’ except much less obscure, and, perhaps, slightly creepier if misused.

blissdom canada rocks

The word you’re looking for here is ROCKSTAR.


At some point, I asked my co-panelists if they could summarize their ‘brand’ – which is to say, describe themselves as they see themselves putting those selves out into the world – in five words. “Do it in one!” someone shouted from the audience, and my co-panelists (the divine women that you can see in this video) nodded furiously and said yes, yes and I shook my head and insisted, into the microphone, that I couldn’t do it in one, and everyone shouted back, no, no: ONE WORD, and so I conceded and asked my co-panelists: “what’s your one word?”

“Tired,” said Julie.

“Grace,” said Janice.

(“Ooh,” I said. “I want that one.”)

“Industrious,” said Erica.

“And what about all of you?” I asked, speaking directly to the audience. “Who wants to stand up and say their One Word?”

I can’t remember who it was – they were hecklers, all them – but someone yelled out: “NICE TRY! What’s YOUR word?”

I hesitated. I didn’t want to do it. I couldn’t think of a word. ONE word? How could I narrow it down to one word? “BAD” seemed the obvious choice, but was that too cheeky? Too self-deprecating? “Um…” I said.

“Good!” someone shouted.

“Good,” I said.

“Bad,” said someone else, and a few others hollered their agreement. Fine.

“Bad,” I said, and then, just to make sure everyone knew that I knew that it was a sort of cheeky word, and that I can’t quite take it seriously unless I append a thousand-word expository essay to its use, I lowered my voice and repeated it in a hammy, radio-announcer voice: “baaaaad.”

And then we moved on. Others stood up and claimed their words, and later people began tweeting their words, and using the hashtag #oneword to mark their participation in this quote-unquote branding exercise that wasn’t so much ‘branding exercise’ as it was ‘exercise to challenge our core understandings of ourselves’ and ‘exercise that demands we articulate clearly who we are and why we’re here, dammit.’

Blogger (writer/artist/creator/human), define thyself.

I remained unhappy with how I’d defined myself. Sure, I’m “bad”, in the sense that I’ve appropriated the word ‘bad’ as it pertains to motherhood and womanhood and, what the hell, personhood, and turned it to my own use, the use of rejecting externally and artificially imposed ideals. But ‘bad’ is a cause more that it is a definition, and, sure, ‘bad’ is an integral part of my so-called brand, but does it describe all that I am? No.

I maintain that no one word can capture us perfectly, describe neatly the us of us, in all our complexity (the complexity that I insisted, in that session, could and should be part of our so-called brands. “We are vast,” I said, quoting loftily from Whitman. “We contain multitudes.”) But there’s something elegant about the challenge to distill our personae, however we understood those, down to an essence, down to the essence, the essence that, somehow, communicates us.

And so I thought about it. Is my One Word ‘good’? Is it ‘bad’? Is it ‘silly/flighty/kooky/smart/vain?

I am still thinking about it.

And thinking about it.

And thinking about it some more.

I’ve thought about words like ‘inspired’ – not inspiring, inspired – and ‘grateful’ and ‘reflective’ and ‘fearless-ish.’ I’ve thought about words like ‘writer’ and ‘crier.’ I’ve thought about words like ‘dork.’ I’ve thought about words like ‘love.’ I’ve thought about words like ‘fun.’

her bad girly fun

I’ve thought about some other words that I’m too shy to say, for fear they might be seen as too meek or too vain, and that is why I added ‘-ish’ to ‘fearless,’ above. I’ve thought about words like ‘confused,’ but then I want to append a parenthetical suffix, like ‘- happily so’ or ‘sort of.’

I’ve thought that I should be better at this.

I’m going to sit with this for another day or so. I’m going to hold the words in my heart and turn them over there and see which one settles. But in the meantime: what’s your One Word?

(And – if you don’t mind – what would you suggest as a word for me?)

*Photo greatness from the divine Ms. MooshInIndy, also known as Casey, also known as Pregnant Snow White, also known as awesome.

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    Missy November 6, 2010 at 1:45 am

    Yours is OPEN

    without a doubt.

    Mine would be Giving

    Sarah Kate November 6, 2010 at 10:53 am

    Me, I’ll have Tripper. And proudly.

    Her Bad Mother November 7, 2010 at 10:49 am

    ‘To trip’ can have multiple meanings, you know ;)

    Sarah Kate November 8, 2010 at 12:54 am

    Aha! By #oneword by nature!

    Space Cadet, then. But that’s two words. In Australia, space cadet is only used ironically when we want to feel American! In Australia a space cadet is called a tripper. Not always for drug related reasons. I’m off to think about whether I want to change my #oneword because now everyone thinks I’m on drugs! *Guffaw*. No. I’m not changing it. But now I’m off to think about communication and it’s application under the parameters of language….. :) I’m still dealing with yesterday’s advent of a journey into the documented (any way) differences between Americans and Australians; from the little I have learnt so far, being from Australia could at least be perceived as being a drunkard and at most Un-PC. This makes you guys thinking I’m on psychedelics possible. Now I’m off to think about what is more important? my reputation or participating in this one word business….. ;)

    Catherine November 8, 2010 at 3:16 pm

    @Sarah Kate, see, my immediate inclination would be think TRIPPER = ONE WHO TRIPS, as in, ONE WHO FALLS DOWN A LOT, because that could describe me.

    But, yeah. Also the drugs ;)
    .-= Catherine´s last blog ..A Word Cloud Is Worth 49 Words =-.

    Sarah Kate November 10, 2010 at 1:13 am

    @Catherine, I do indeed fall down a lot but hope it doesn’t define me ;)
    And a tripper is also one who fails to remember you’re from Canada despite being quite aware of that!

    Lisa November 6, 2010 at 9:12 pm


    Josette at Halushki November 7, 2010 at 12:47 am

    Your one word: Proficient

    My one word: Mostunique
    .-= Josette at Halushki´s last blog ..Academy of Trapped In The Car With Mom =-.

    Her Bad Mother November 7, 2010 at 10:48 am

    It’s kind of sad how long I sat here looking at the word ‘mostunique’, wondering why I, with my Thesaurus Brain, did not recognize it. (‘mostunique’, from the French…? root, ‘MOSTUN’… French for?… hmm…)

    At least the light bulb went on before I googled it.

    Josette at Halushki November 7, 2010 at 11:00 am

    @Her Bad Mother,

    What’s more sad is that as I was re-reading my comment, I did the same thing. ;-)
    .-= Josette at Halushki´s last blog ..Academy of Trapped In The Car With Mom =-.

    Her Bad Mother November 7, 2010 at 11:29 am

    if you had said ‘mostdelicious’ I would have gotten it right away.

    Cathy November 8, 2010 at 3:09 pm


    Catherine November 8, 2010 at 3:13 pm

    @Cathy, that’s beautiful.
    .-= Catherine´s last blog ..A Word Cloud Is Worth 49 Words =-.

    Karen Sugarpants November 8, 2010 at 11:02 pm

    Even though I’m late to the game, and even though I don’t know you all that well, there’s one word you’ve always been to me: loving.
    What I mean is, you’ve always made me feel welcomed, loved, warm. So there it is.

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