On The Power Of Sisterhood…

So, here we are.  It’s January in North Dakota.  The holidays are mercifully behind us, and we’re at the point in winter where it makes no difference if it’s -20 degrees or -40 degrees below zero, it all feels the same — COLD.  It doesn’t slow us down, though; we soldier on and turn our collars up and keep moving.  I seem to notice things that warm my heart more during this time of year than any other.  And lately what’s been warming my heart has been the concept of sisterhood.

I’m blessed with a strong circle of “sisters” — sisters I share blood with, sisters I share a soul with, law sisters, pageant sisters, Macy’s sisters, campaign sisters, college sisters, Mary Kay sisters, home town sisters — I could go on and on.  In the past few months, I have been reminded that I am lucky enough to have women in my life who seem to know me better than I know myself and who know and love all of the crazy things that make me who I am.  Whether that is the way I take my coffee, what my favorite movie is, what makes me laugh, what makes me cry, or the fact that I like to read magazines backwards.

My “sisters” show up — literally and figuratively.  One of my very closest sisters lives in North Carolina. Despite seeing her only about once a year, she was a source of constant support for me when I was hospitalized last year and I honestly don’t know how I would ever live without her.  Another sister who lives in Wisconsin is one whom I have never even met face to face, but again, she’s someone who is a must in my life.

Yesterday, I saw a post on Facebook that had a link to an article that, in an attempt at humor, made fun of and bashed women who choose to be business owners and engage in direct sales — i.e. Mary Kay, Tupperware, etc.  It was mean-spirited and served no purpose other than to make women who have careers like this feel inadequate.  I pounced.  How dare anyone make fun of anyone else for what kind of work they do?  This was NOT sisterhood.

I went straight to the source, the author of the article, who posts on the “Scary Mommy” blog.  Her homepage tells visitors to follow her on Twitter.  I decided to Tweet her about my opinion. I called her out on her bullshit article, her annoying Twitter handle, and the irony of one working mom (the author states on her homepage that she is a working mother) bashing other working moms.  A bit of a fracas ensued.  I’ll spare you the details, but she called me “mean” for “attacking her” on a public forum. Ummmm, what?  This woman writes, as her profession, on a public forum, making fun of other women’s chosen professions.  Then, when attention is called to her bad behavior, on a public forum, she cries foul.

Anyone who knows me at all knows that I got the last word in to the author, and I feel better because I know I made her stop and think about that we she wrote was really not funny, it was mean.  I am a proud Mary Kay Independent Beauty Consultant, so I am a direct salesperson.  I’m also a lawyer, a writer, a mom, a wife, a daughter, and a sister.  We all wear many hats and we all do the best we can to make a living while still having a life.

It’s soooooo easy and oh-so-cool to tear someone down, and it makes for a snarky blog post.  Imagine if someone took the time to post about the importance of supporting their “sisters” if they are direct sales professionals?  What if someone posted that, as saleswomen, we are more than o.k. with hearing the word “no” if we ask you if you would be interesting in hearing about our products, and we appreciate you nonetheless?  Or even to write a post that suggests, in a world that is tough and ugly, why don’t we take the time to build our “sisters” UP instead of tearing them down? Oh, wait a minute, I just did.  Lipstick, anyone?