Well...
There sure is a lot of manifesto-ing going on (Oh, hey Kettle...)
How about this:
Damore can write whatever he wants, wherever he wants, whenever he wants. He's free to do that, provided he doesn't whine about the consequences. You know, like getting his dumb ass fired for alienating 1/3 of his co-workers.
Likewise, Google can fire whomever they like for any reason, or no reason at all. Like, calling out 1/3 of your co-workers and charging professional ineptitude based on chromosomal happenstance, for instance. Google should also be allowed to hire and promote according to whichever qualities contribute to the overall effort in the most efficient fashion.
And it's none of your business or mine, at least until we get stock options.
But there is something to be said here about EVERYONE having an opinion lately. I see these humans, these fitness and philosophy gurus all over social media, looking for that virtual, mass-ego-stroke that comes from repeating some cliched bit about the secret to happiness or how to win at semi-professional exercising...
But they have yet to leave the continent on which they were born, aren't old enough to rent a car without Mommy helping, and haven't really bothered to make any mistakes or try anything different, but still want to pass along knowledge given to them in good faith as if it were their own, no credit to those from whom they've learned...
So, Insta-gurus, this one is for you, even though I can't see you and certainly can't see me. I don't think you need to be a certain age, or have a specific level of education, or even have achieved a significantly high level in your chosen field to be effective. I simply know that those of us who have gone on walkabout and HAVE 'seen the elephant', award you zero credibility point.
So, go abroad. Go serve a cause. Go get into a fight, maybe even lose on purpose. Just go live. Spend six months working and playing in Asia. Walk around Europe, drive through the Middle East for a year. Put yourself in a position to get an actual injury, take a moment to realize just how small you are.
Long story short? If the closest you've been to Tibet is the Festival of Colors in Utah, please keep your enlightened thoughts to yourself. Worry about you, let me worry about me.
For those of you grinding every day - I love you. Work through those clouds, slay those effing demons, and annihilate anybody standing in your way. Let me know if you want my help, I'll bring the duct tape, a plastic tarp and a freaking shovel. Let's roll.
