Many years ago, I read the book Windmills of the Gods. The heroine of the book was an Ambassador. I remember sitting on the beach and exclaiming aloud, "This would be my perfect job. You deal with world issues by day and then host elegant dinner parties wearing glamorous gowns and host world leaders by night!" I've long aspired to that type of global role. Alas, that career goal has eluded me.
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Sorry. Facebook corporation did not attract an avalanche of venture capitalists because it was cool. The subtribes of the Harvard College tribes are not actually very cool. Linux? Cool. Living a Second Life? Cool. Reviving stereotypes about young people? Even in a world gone mad with franchises, brands, and other tools of conformity, that is not cool.
One day Mrs. Nicholas asked us to name three famous Negroes. I date myself by that word and mean to do so. Sadly my world was very limited and I struggled with the answer coming up with these three names: Chubby Checker, Willy Mays and Sammy Davis Jr. I did not feel good about my response sensing I was way off and that there had to be different choices than just from the world of sports and entertainment. Now I realize what a sad cliche my answer was, and with help from Mrs. Nicholas, my answer certainly changed.