I met the most fashionable lawyer I’ve ever known personally last week while I was in Melbourne. The pool of lawyers I know personally is small, maybe it’s a one-woman pool. But I bet if I knew other lawyers personally they’d wear boring lady suits that were not fit in all the places that your clothes are supposed to be fit. And they’d be so cold sober that their inner seriousness would exude from their pores like bad acne and even if they had a decent personality, they wouldn’t be considered attractive because everyone knows a good personality is basically synonymous with attractiveness.
This lawyer is pretty much a triple threat, by my standards: Fashionable, great personality, and… she is all over social media law. I have this thing for people who know their stuff. I think it’s respectable. It reminds me that I’m still working in a real profession… I’m a professional… this is professional work. (<– When people describe your job as “oh, you’re on Facebook all day”, reminding yourself of the professionalism of your work is sanity-saving stuff.) The fact that social media is held accountable by the law is a total social media turn-on for me. I’ll shelf it right between “good grammar still counts” and “you’re not exempt from copyright rules”.
I used to walk by this store Express on my way to American Eagle (because that’s where the cool kids shopped) and daydream about the day I could wear hot lawyer clothes. Express was my idea of a combat woman in the courtroom, dressed to kill.
Dad used to tell me I should be a lawyer. Said I can be anything I want… and why not a lawyer? Or a doctor. He believed me in the way I hope all dads believe in their daughters. But I was probably never going to be a lawyer. I was too into all the non-money making jobs like teaching, social work, or something nice and admirably volunteer-ish.
Then I went to Bible college. Then I skipped out on Bible college to do a quarter online. Then I moved back to Seattle to graduate with a degree in Urban Studies.
And now I work full-time in social media. And sometimes I edit a book if it comes up, or I speak at mini-conferences about something I’ve thought up that morning. In some crazy, mixed-up, cosmic chemicals of the universe way, I’ve landed myself in New Zealand.
In my essay for my University applications, I wrote about the idea of destiny and how like mindlessly driving in the car, you somehow always end up at your destination in the end. Maybe you took the long route, or the short route, or a reroute, but you get to right where you need to be.
I think that’s what’s happening to me.