WTF???
I Just Came From a “Come to Jesus” Meeting
Now, LinkedIn is the place to vomit up your emotional detritus and testify
I’ve never been a fan of StinkedIn, as I call it. A necessary evil if one is to attempt to stay current and connected in the business arena, for me, it’s been a waste of time and space, as at some point in my extensive career, I’ve become certifiably unemployable. Perhaps it has something to do with my writing stories like this one.
Tough titty.
Most of the individuals on SI are a group of back-slapping, ass-kissing cowards. Note that I said, “most.” Because there are several people who I’ve met that are intelligent and kind. The BizCatalyst Community, for one, has welcomed me with open arms and shares my work regularly.
Today, as I was sipping my first, morning cuppa, and scrolling through alerts on my phone, I skipped on over to SI and on the home page, saw a post that was on fire with comments.
A woman who had been in the grip of drug addiction posted that she was one thousand days clean. She shared before and after pics of herself. The first shot showed her splayed out on a bed passed out, it appeared and the second was a headshot, eyes clear, hair coiffed, skin glowing, her gaze direct and focused on us, her congregation.
“Congregation” because her post was rife with references to “God” and “Jesus” and how he saved her from the brink of death.
On StinkedIn.
Not being a total asshole, I salute this woman for overcoming an addiction that nearly killed her, but how many people, every day, all over the world, pull themselves out of the shit without bleating about it on social media? On a business site, no less. Although those of us who spend even a modicum of time on SI know that it’s nothing but a prettied-up Facebook. A polished turd.
Well, as you might expect, the woman’s post brought out the fanatical commentators in droves, and after scrolling through all the “Amens!” and “Praise Jesus’s” and “Glory be to Gods,” my eyes were rolling back in my head.
Now, this is not a diatribe against religion or those who have strong religious beliefs or anything of that sort as I admit I’m basically ignorant where anything Biblical is concerned. My siblings and I had no religious instruction as our parents had no interest in it. The trickle-down effect, so to speak.
I wouldn’t have such a scratchy hair up my ass if I didn’t admit that I have a bit of a beef with this stinkbomb of a site. I have posted several stories on relevant business-related topics such as age discrimination in the workplace and in return, received crickets.
My latest SI share was my fictional account of “Jerilynn,” the teenage girl who became pregnant after being raped at the animal shelter where she volunteered. Of course, it was a gunshot to the head of SCOTUS’s overturning of Roe V Wade.
How many comments do you imagine I’ve received thus far? Zilch. Not a one. And I don’t expect any. Yes, this frustrates me to no end and I’m certain that there are many who agree with my acerbic observations on the corporate arena and life in general but lack the balls to say so.
Why is that, do you imagine? My belief is that folks are afraid of being shitcanned for speaking their minds. That’s how backward we’ve become in the US. A devolving, backward country where the Constitution is nothing but a quaint blip on our radar that’s time has come and gone, and, where a woman’s right to exercise control over her own body amounts to criminal behavior.
But, hey, God is alive and well on StinkedIn so it’s all good. There. Don’t you feel better?
Almost makes you want to start speaking in tongues, no?
No.
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Sherry McGuinn is a slightly-twisted, longtime Chicago-area writer and award-winning screenwriter. She is currently pitching her newest screenplay, “The Month We Fell Apart,” a drama with dark, comedic overtones and inspired by a true story, as well as “DEAD TIRED,” a female-driven, ass-kicking thriller.
