Aw, c’mon, man.

I knew what I shared yesterday was contentious. I knew it had the potential to be inflammatory.

In the end, finger hovering over the publish button, I realized the irony of holding back a post about not caring what others think—because of what others might think.

Sincere concern from an old friend I know came from the right place gave me pause to reflect on how strongly I stood by my words. Marc’s words gave me pause. And I appreciate that.

I’d like to go on the record that yesterday’s post merely scratches the surface of deeper thought vectors. It could take me years to figure it all out—assuming I could at all.

So, a few clarifications:

  1. Relax. I’m not actively promoting Madonna and Lady Gaga to my 5-year old daughter, here. I’m simply going on the record with how my perspective changed as a parent (who really gets into music). Besides, civilized society is slipping through our clenched fingers as we consciously avoid if not outright debase those who do not share 100% of our beliefs.
  2. I would never suggest my daughter base her sense of value on being physically objectified. That said, it’s not my body. It’s not my life. It’s not my choice. But it IS my responsibility to help her understand the opportunity costs associated with whatever paths she chooses in life.
  3. There are, absolutely, countless other strong, savvy, and creative female role models out there. Artists, entrepreneurs, scientists, astronauts—her mom. Still, the gender pay gap is real <– neat link, BTW), and I want to make sure she grows up ready, willing, and able to defy ANY backwards, bullshit social mores that would seek to limit her potential because she’s a girl. Fuck that.
  4. It’s my job to teach her the value of sound counsel—and to know whose advice is worthy of trust. By no means am I a child psychologist, but as a father, I want her to know she can ALWAYS come to me with ANY comment, question, or idea, knowing I have her best interests in mind.
  5. And I want her to grow up able to see the good in everyone—especially in those who are different.

There’s a tectonic difference between suggesting my little girl see the strong, sexually liberated female celebrity as being a positive role model and suggesting she do so RIGHT NOW. It’s more a personal realization that there are positive lessons to be learned just about everywhere you look.

In the end, my litmus is simple:

How do I want my child to react to this?

I stand by my words.

Butterfly Effect

Given my superficial at best understanding of multiverse theory, I realized tonight, there is a universe wherein my entire adult life is literally a joke.

Not in any negative connotation; just an observation. It’s one of those tl:dr things you get to the end of on Reddit and kind of chuckle to yourself.

“Ah, you. Guy! I knew it. I knew it was this one! But I had to read to the end anyway because it always makes me smile. [ ⇑ ]”

The Problem With Print

Money talks. Bullshit walks.

Excited as I am about relaunching GBXM, I still don’t see any money in it. Sure, this time I’m open to selling sponsored content, ads, and merch, but I’d be a fool if I thought that was ever going to add up to do-it-full-time money.

I’m mostly doing it because I need the inspiration. I need to know being a gearhead still matters. I need to know there are people out there in the world with differing political views that aren’t complete fucking idiots. I need to know I have something in common with strangers.

I’m not doing it for the money.

But I’m surprised how quickly the thoughts come back to money.

People pay for things—and content IS a thing—but all things (read: content) aren’t equal.

People are still starting product-driven businesses. You see them all the time—on Kickstarter, Indigogo, and GoFundYourself. They’re trying to get 10, 50, maybe $100,000 to cover initial production and fulfillment runs. Seems to me most fail.

Meanwhile, SaaS (Software as a Service, if you didn’t know) startups are everywhere. Companies like Twitter and Snapchat are valued into the BILLIONS—often without real, actual revenue models. They can’t even tell investors how they would ever make a profit, but they’re swimming in cash.

Serial entrepreneurs are starting businesses with absolutely zero intention of seeing them through beyond a fat, acquisition paycheck. They start one after another after another.

You know WHY SaaS startups are all the rage these days? Because CODE IS A PRODUCT.

Code is a product that requires no manufacturing facilities, no offices, no packaging or fulfillment.

Solve a problem with programming and you’ve got an instant customer base.

Serve a big enough customer base, and you could get acquired.

Buy that sailboat. Buy an island to go with it.

Code is content, but it’s content that DOES something for customers.

Even if I won the lottery and could spend my days publishing whatever I wanted—and it was exactly what a couple thousand people needed—it’s still content. It’s only words.

Words have meaning. But they have to mean something to be valued.

Still not sure what GBXM means, but I’m thinking print is all talk.

It’s opinion. And opinions are like assholes.

Supply and demand, I guess.

Just an observation.