Belated Introduction Post

Introductions and Salutations

I’m not so good at introductions. It comes from being an introvert, I think. I don’t really go to parties or gatherings of more than four people if I can help it, but sometimes it is unavoidable. And if I do find myself at a party, I don’t just walk up to someone I don’t know and say “HI! I’m Starr and I love to read and write and hide in dark rooms with my thoughts!” And even when a mutual friend introduces me, I feel terribly awkward at all of the I-don’t-know-anything-about-you-but-I’m-gonna-pretend-to-be-interested-and-engaged banter.

Once I get to know a person a little bit, and my internal character-judgement scale has more or less settled on an initial rating for that person (It’s a pretty simple system: Everyone starts at 0; positive qualities move you into the positive; negative qualities push you into the negative. Values can fluctuate over time.) then and only then do I start to feel comfortable divulging information or, you know, making eye contact. The longer I know (and like) a person, the more comfortable I get engaging in conversation with him or her. But if a stranger is thrown in the mix, I start to withdraw, which often makes people think I’m a total bitch. Introvert Excuse Anyway, this not being so good at introductions thing is probably why I did not include the seemingly-obligatory “Introductory Post” on this blog. What would I say? I don’t even know who will be reading this! What should I write about? Let’s see… an introduction is like showing folks a little bit about myself, just a glimpse, like a movie trailer. So should I talk about my job? That doesn’t really define me. My family? I mean, I love them and spend most of my time with them, but they are not ME… My love of writing and reading? I don’t know, that might be kind of boring. (“So, I love to read. Here is a list of my favorite books… when I read I like to let my internal narrator give all the characters different voices, blah, blah, blah TMI.”)

As you can see, the question of what to write in my first blog post was overwhelming. I created the blog, and then it was two more months before I made an “actual” post. I stalled. I posted a funny video. I read other people’s intro posts as research. I stalled some more. I sat down to write the intro post several times, but just couldn’t bring myself to get past the first paragraph. Finally, one day, I got really frustrated at something that I kept seeing on Facebook, and in a fit of emotion, I wrote a blog post. And I published it. Reading back over it, I thought, Hmmm. This isn’t really an introductory blog post. It does not introduce me.

But in a way it did. It didn’t talk about what I do, or what I love, or what I am passionate about, but it did offer a glimpse into my personality. So a couple days later I wrote another non-introductory blog post. And a couple days after that, another. And so here we are on Blog Post #6 (which is really only Blog Post #4, because the first two posts were a video and a quote), and now that I’ve gotten to know the feel of the blog, and gotten to know my audience a bit, I feel I am ready to introduce myself.

HI! I’m Starr. I love to read and write and hide in dark rooms, alone with my thoughts!

I have a family! My family members include my husband Eric and my 9 year old daughter, who shall be referred to on this blog as “the kid”, “the litigator”, “the rock enthusiast”, or any number of other creative epithets that may occur to me. We live in the mountains of North Carolina! On a “farm”. Not a salt-of-the-earth, up-before-dawn, fresh butter and cream farm. More of a fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants, 19 acre time suck. With pigs and chickens. And half a garden.

For a living, I post updates to Facebook, Twitter, and a dozen other social media platforms for small businesses. Also, I blog for small businesses, about diverse topics from “how to assemble your futon frame” to “what to expect at your first biofeedback treatment session.”

But when I have some moments to spare, I usually devote them to writing, plotting, researching or editing my fiction. I like to write speculative fiction- which basically means there has to be something wildly improbable in the plot or setting of a story I’m writing in order for it to hold my interest. My imagination thrives on the “what-ifs”.

 What If?

Ok, I still feel that this introductory post is somehow lacking… but I don’t know what is missing. I’ve shared my interests, what I do for a living, where I live, and the people who occupy the biggest, warmest spaces in my life. Let’s see… how about some random facts?

  • I attended a Catholic high school and actually enjoyed it, but my enjoyment was not so great that it prevented me from dropping out in the middle of my junior year.
  • I like to sing and have written a few songs.
  • I’m a libertarian anarchist. (I don’t intend to do much political ranting on this blog, but we’ll just put that fact out on the table in case I fail to resist the temptation to rant.)
  • My favorite TV shows are Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead.
  • I find the subject of economics to be infinitely fascinating.
  • I really am a failed waitress. No, really.
  • My favorite beverage is chai tea.
  • I love sushi.
  • My typing speed is 67 WPM.
  • I know how to grow several types of edible and medicinal mushrooms.
  • I also know how to use chopsticks, a pressure canner, a carpenter’s square and a gun. But I don’t know how to drive a stick shift, operate a sewing machine, or program a remote control.
  • And arguably the most important fact you should know about any person. Which is, where do I fall on the toilet paper debate? Should the toilet paper feed from the bottom, behind the roll, or from the top and in front of the roll? I’ve dedicated some thought to this conundrum, and I believe I have come up with a solution that will please everyone. It’s a toilet paper holder that swivels 180 degrees from left to right, so that the user can choose the TPFD (Toilet Paper Feed Direction) that suits him or her.

I hope all of this serves as a satisfactory introduction. And just to make it a fun, participatory experience for you readers, I invite you to post an introductory comment of your own, below. If you feel so inclined, post two or three random facts about yourself, or some biographical information (not NSA-level, just the kind of stuff you’d tell to a stranger at a social function.)


The Schmeducation of Leslie Starr O’Hara

That's not a graduation gift from Dad. That's how much your monthly payment's going to be on those student loans.

That’s not a graduation gift from Dad. That’s how much your monthly payment’s going to be on those student loans.

Lately, I’ve been witness to quite a bit of smack-talking about people who do not have college educations. And this kind of judgment-passing really gets under my skin. A small sampling of the kinds of statements I’ve been hearing:

“She’s not qualified to have an opinion. She didn’t even finish her freshman year of college.”

“You should have to have at least a bachelor’s degree in order to vote.”

“College graduates are, I think, so much more likely to raise smart, capable children than parents who never attended college.”

(Paraphrasing) “I find your opinions on politics to be wrong and stupid. It is no wonder you think this way. What more can be expected of a high school dropout?”

“Come back and tell me what you think after you get a college degree.”

Where do you find these intolerant, self-satisfied a-holes? You might be wondering.

Facebook, okay? I mostly find them on Facebook. I probably shouldn’t hold the people on Facebook to a very high standard. I’m sure they’re nicer and more tolerant and level-headed in person. After all, for many people, social media seems to be the place where they can vent their frustrations and say what’s really on their minds.

But it’s not only Facebook. It’s in the news. It’s on the floor of Congress. It’s in the hopes and sometimes the expectations that parents hold for their children. It’s coming out of politicians’ mouths when they imply that the American Dream necessitates a college degree.

Well, it didn’t when my grandparents were growing up. My grandad had a fifth grade education. He was also fully literate, an excellent carpenter, a successful family man, a musician, possessor of a very green thumb, and an inventor of many ingenious devices. He and my grandma worked hard, raised their six kids, and eventually retired happily in a house that my grandad built on the shore of a lake. American dream achieved! No expensive piece of paper required!

Dropping out clearly results in subpar intelligence and miserable failure in life. Case in point: Oprah Winfrey

Dropping out clearly results in subpar intelligence and miserable failure in life. Case in point: Oprah Winfrey

Ok, I have a confession to make. I am a high school dropout. Gasp! It’s true. I did obtain my GED two years after withdrawing from school, but I never pursued a college education. (Well, there was that one semester I pulled at the community college, but that was just to meet the requirements of this awesome summer program on economics that I really wanted to attend, but you had to be a full-time student to go. I went.)

I knew exactly what I wanted. I could not stand school. It was alright up until about ninth grade. But then this strange thing started to occur. I started developing serious interests of my own. And I wanted the time and resources to pursue them, on my own. I wanted to immerse myself in these subjects without having a figure of authority standing over me or assigning me work to check and see if I comprehended what I was learning. School became colossally boring and unfulfilling. I did not want to read those books. I had no interest in learning that subject. I was into history and poetry and fiction writing, but both my English and History teachers that year were those drone-voiced teachers who only wear mulch-brown and never laugh. Ugh. I had to get out. So, to the disappointment of my parents and probably to the slight relief of the school’s administrators (Boredness is directly correlated to troublemaking), I did.

Looking back at my decision to leave high school before graduating, I still think it was the right choice for me. It’s been almost fifteen years, and while I am definitely not serving on the board of a multi-billion dollar corporation or seeing patients in a busy medical practice or teaching in a schoolroom (I would NEVER! That’s how much I dislike school), I am also not paying $300 per month for my piece of paper that won’t get me a job in the field of my choice. When you look at it that way, who’s smarter? The non-college graduate or the debt-laden liberal arts degree holder?

I have, however, done a lot of traveling and a lot of writing. I’ve worked in a lot of different jobs and learned a few skills that may or may not come in handy during the zombie apocalypse. I’ve started a family. I’ve homeschooled my daughter (another big no-no among the intolerant crowd. A high school dropout teaching her own child how to read and add and subtract?! Inconceivable!) and I’ve had my own talk show. I’ve started a business and thus far kept it running, and I know how to find the area of a triangle and how to use a semicolon.

Frederick Douglass was denied any kind of formal education whatsoever. But he didn't let that stop him from educating himself.

Frederick Douglass was denied any kind of formal education whatsoever. But he didn’t let that stop him from educating himself.

None of this is to say that there is no value in a college education. Certainly there are professions that require that kind of preparation. And if you have a college degree or are working toward one, I applaud you and hope that it is benefiting you greatly.

But there are other ways to get an education. There’s travel, working at a job, trade school, apprenticeships, hobbies that become passions that become careers. You can conduct your own science experiments, create your own art, and start your own business. There is Google, Ted Talks and (my FAVORITE!) There are books! Glorious, fascinating, precious books that you can read in both analog and digital formats!

I just think that college is over-hyped. I would like to see more people like myself in the world: smart, curious autodidacts who are passionate and motivated enough to take charge of their own learning. Actually, there are quite a few of us, but our culture fails to take note.

William Shakespeare. Hans Christian Anderson. George Washington. Abe Lincoln. Frederick Douglass. Thomas Edison. Wilbur Wright. Mark Twain. F. Scott Fitzgerald. Walt Disney. Henry Ford. Coco Chanel. Ray Bradbury. George Orwell. Dave Thomas. Will Smith. Rachel Ray. Richard Branson. Bill Gates. Sean Connery. Ellen Degenerous. Mark Zuckerburg. Steve Jobs. Oprah Winfrey. Jim Carrey. Al Pacino. Steve Jobs. Wolfgang Puck. Tom Hanks.

Don't drop out of college, or you might end up like this bum!

Don’t drop out of college, or you might end up like this bum!

What do all of these people have in common? They either did not attend college, or dropped out before graduating. They are pioneers and iconoclasts who contribute(d) massively, or even revolutionize(d) philosophy, literature, science, technology and the arts. They are, above all, NOT STUPID.

We know not to judge a book by its cover. We know not to judge a person’s character by the color of his skin. Can we please stop judging people’s intelligence by the level of formal education they’ve received? And stop insisting that every high school student needs to go on to college in order to “make it in the world”?

What do you think? Does college make you smarter? Do we need more college graduates, or less? Is higher education over-hyped? Have you ever met a guy with two doctorates who nonetheless could not string together two coherent sentences, even in a non-academic setting? (I have.) Let me know in the comments!