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  • August12th

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    Pssst… I have a secret.

    Want to know what it is??

    My middle initial … it isn’t a Bit’s an F.

    So where on Earth does the B in Jennie B come from? Well I’m going to tell you. This question has been coming up more often lately as I changed my personal twitter name account and from a few others who have noticed when signing my signature. Here is the low down on my name for ya…

    My full name is: Jennifer Frances

    My familiar name is: Jennie

    My nickname ever since I was knee high: Jennie Boo

    That’s right, just call me Jennie Boo & you’ll officially be a part of the masses. Believe me – when I say masses, I do indeed mean masses. Family, friends, friends of family, family of friends, teachers, coaches, strangers, cops, doctors, lawyers, you name it. Jennie Boo, Jenn Boo, Boo Boo, J Boo, JB …. it’s all me.

    Pause for a quote: “What, you want me to name someone? You want like a name? Oh, God, the pressure of a name…” – Kit, Pretty Woman (you can fill in the rest of her quote)

    So why do I keep a silly nick-name as part of my signature name? Because it’s a big part of me, of who I am. I love the name Frances, but I’ve always been Jennie Boo to all who have loved and cared for me (and to a few stragglers here and there). And to be honest, no matter how hard I could ever possibly try, Jennie Boo ain’t going anywhere for a long long time. *Bet my Sista Sista Jessica and Big Brother Jim had no idea it was going to stick like it did when they began the sensation all those years ago.

    But it wasn’t until I moved out to Charleston after college that I realized maybe Jennie Boo didn’t exactly sound the most grown up or professional of all nick-names – a realization you quickly come to when nobody knows you to begin with. This may sound silly to some of you, but to me I was at a mini-crossroads. I was changing as a person but didn’t want to lose the identity I had grown to love. (Plus when you hit 22 & beyond, there’s just something about a stranger calling you Jennie Boo that doesn’t sit well anymore.) So what’s a girl to do?

    I decided on a compromise with my beloved nick-name, the woman I was becoming and the direction I saw myself going. A combination of past, present and future, Jennie B.

    (Of course everyone who originally called me Jennie Boo still does and more are added to the list by the day, but for generality’s sake, it’s Jennie B to the non-familiar masses.)

    Now you know the truth and the whole truth ….. about my name. ;) I hope you always keep in mind though, that no matter how old you get, it always helps to remember the little girl you once were. And if you want the best of both worlds, just do what Tim Gunn says and Make it work!

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    photo credit: flickr, letters
  • July30th

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    Last night as the storms were rolling in over North Mount Pleasant, I sat down to watch the movie Mona Lisa Smile. You know, the one where Julia Roberts is a College Art History Professor (Katherine Ann Watson) from California and takes a job at the ultra conservative Wellesley College in Massachusetts. There she rattles the norm and shakes the currents as she encourages her students to think outside the box .. question things around them .. live to be their own person.

    I started thinking back to my own Katherine Ann Watson from my own college days. Many of you probably had one as well. That one college professor that came along and kind of changed everything.

    My Katherine Watson is Ms. Robin Street, professor of Journalism at my alma mater, the University of Mississippi, and this week’s Mah-velous Magnolia.

    I still remember the first time I popped into her office. I was about to change majors for the 5th time (year #2 in college, mind you) to Journalism with an emphasis in Public Relations. Ms. Street had been assigned my advisor. Who knew I was about to start the adventure which I would soon learn to call  my life.

    I instantly knew Ms. Street wasn’t one of those teachers who would be too busy to stop what she was doing to talk to me. (a trait which I’m sure wore her patience with me a time or two along the line!) She was real, she was honest, she was caring, she was passionate and she was exactly what I needed to help me figure out my scholastic career path. There was an admirable quality in her I sensed from our first meeting that afternoon in late spring and as I walked away from Farley Hall I knew I’d met someone truly great who would have a lasting impact on my life.

    My first Journalism class was one of her’s, Intro to Public Relations. And in the next class of her’s, I met one of my closest college friends ever. Somehow she managed to put up with our behavior for two more classes after that. Even though she could never really say it, I have a feeling that Bethany and I were her favorite students of all time … but that could never be confirmed of course. (At least there’s a good chance we were two of the most memorable!)

    I remember running into her office when my first article was published in the school newspaper, when I had a break between classes, when I was on the verge of a complete and utter break down and didn’t know where else to go, when somehow I ended up in the craziest English class offered in the course book and almost dropped out but she urged me to stay in and have an open mind – which by the way is the class I was introduced to now one of my favorite authors – Oscar Wilde (how did she always just seem to know??), when I was having boy issues but couldn’t exactly talk about them because that boy just happened to be in her class with me, when I finally started realizing just how much I loved writing, when I was setting up my schedule for my final semester of my college career, and when I handed her the invitation to my graduation party…..I remember it all like it was yesterday.

    She was there for all of it and more. An incredibly talented writer and public relations expert, MS. Street was one of those teachers who spoke from experience. I greatly admired her professional accomplishments and respected her as a person and not just my college professor. (Which I still very much do today!) She encouraged me to find my own path and supported whatever ideas I would spout out. She had her own special way of letting you know if you were slipping or your work could be better. A master of reverse psychology (I’m convinced), because I always worked harder when the constructive criticism came from Ms. Street.

    I don’t think I could ever thank Ms. Street enough for her guidance and inspiration. I’m not sure I would’ve made it through to graduation day if it hadn’t of been for her! (and I’m not the only one – Bethany I know you’re nodding your head too) I can however say this:

    Thank you, Ms. Street, for being that one college professor for me…for being my Katherine Watson. I, along with every one of your students past and present, am forever grateful.

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    So now I ask you, dear readers, who was your Katherine Watson?

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    The Mah-velous Magnolia badge will be awarded each Friday to a selected lady {or a few..or fellas..we’ll see!} who has had an impact on my week.  Who knows — maybe you’ll be up next!

    *photo credits: Farley Hall, Ms. Street

  • June22nd

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    People tend to think that because I am a {blogger} and I have two twitter accounts that I’m a bare all, tell all kind of gal. That I revel in putting anything and everything out for the universe to read. That I have a chip on my shoulders and think everyone should agree with me.

    Quite the contrary.

    I am in fact a very, very private person. An introvert to the core, I often over-think about what I write, share and put out to the electronic world. Although you may catch glimpses here and there, certain things you will never hear me discuss in mixed company. That’s how I was raised. To maintain a certain sense of…. modesty at all times. Granted I do and will push the line and occasionally cross it (sorry Momma), but I try to keep it always in a realm of reason. *And I’m fortunate enough to have people who let me know when I’ve stepped outside of that realm.

    I say all of this because last week I was sent something to read that brought all of these feelings to the fore-front. I understand that the world of social media is a very personal world and if you don’t like it, don’t read it-hence why I started a huge de-friend / unfollow purging last week-but is this an inclination of how the world will forever work? Not one bit of anyone’s life is left to be kept private and sacred? There is no over-sharing because over-sharing is what happens all day, every day.

    I am to a degree guilty of these offences as I do indeed share my life every day through tweets and posts and updates {oh my!}, but there are some things that just aren’t meant for the rest of the world to read or see.

    I think it’s wonderful if you proclaim you do not care what anyone else thinks of you, although I must admit I find you to be spitting out a little white lie. To a certain degree, I believe we all do – just a bit. It could be your boss, your parents, your Aunts / Uncles, future ex’s, future loves, nieces, nephews, ANYONE could be reading right now…..or find it 10 years from now.  Your personal views shouted from your facebook status can have a greater impact on your professional appearance than you even realize. That blog post you thought was absolutely hillarious and just had to share even though it was more than an over-share, what happens when it gets read by your boyfriend’s mother who’s quite the opposite of you? Even breast feeding is not a sacred act anymore, with pictures being posted on facebook-shot from above, mind you, it was a little too clear what was taking place in the picture.

    Am I alone in this race? Am I becoming an internet prude because of my hankerings for privacy? Am I bundle of contradictions here because I’m caught up in the middle of it yet don’t use it to the extent of which it seems to be going? Is anyone else missing the mystery?

    Now I don’t want you to misunderstand me on this one, I love love love having you here….I just don’t want you in my head all the time and trust me, you don’t want to be there either. I really enjoy not having everyone know every minute detail of my life. The mystery of other people (which seems to be quickly fading) is what intrigues me about them and I take great strides to maintain my own. But…

    oh well – c’est la vie & to each his own..

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    photo credit: lock & key / sand

  • May5th

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    I thought about doing something Cinco de Mayo related, but opted not too.  Sometimes you just don’t want to be festive, especially when you’ve got this…..picture with me:

    Sunday afternoon. It’s sunny out and I’m at home being lazy in my pajamas. Thinking about getting up and being productive, maybe hitting the beach, when low and behold what comes on my television?

    John Hugh’s very own Pretty in Pink (never made it out of my house after this discovery)

    And so today’s Music Snack is inspired by one of my favorite scenes in this classic movie.  Who can forget when Duckie slides into the record store lip singing and dancing to Otis Redding’s Try a Little Tenderness? Such an unforgettable scene with such an awesome song.

    Otis Ray Redding Jr.Try a Little Tenderness

    (if you have trouble viewing this video, please click here)

    And just so you can relive Duckie’s shining moment, here’s a clip of his dance moves and lip singing grooves. (Why the first words are in spanish, I don’t know, but this was the best clip I could find!)

    (if you have trouble viewing this video, please click here)

    - happy hump day -

    *Still time to enter and win the Give Away! (I’ll even enter twice if you’re nice.)*

    Purchase the MP3 here at The Sassy Steel Magnolia Online Store.

  • March23rd

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    300 cities – 1 goal

    This Thursday, the 25th, people around the world will come together in support of raising awareness and donations for the cause of Education. I’m talking about Twestival Global 2010 and it’s coming right here to this city by the sea.

    Twestival-LOGO-FINAL

    Each year Twestival chooses a new cause to support and this year all proceeds go to Concern WorldwideBringing Education to the World’s Poorest Children. Events are taking place through out the day in all cities participating and donations have already started pouring in. Over $100,000 has been raised and the number will only keep growing!

    In Charleston the fun begins in Marion Square with Yoga at 1 then the festivities continue later that night starting at 5:30 at Rebekah Jacob Gallery then moving down to The Real Estate Studio for drinks, hors d’oeuvres and music by Dj Natty Heavy. Yoga is donation based and tickets can be purchased in advance or sold at the door the evening’s festivities. For more information or to make a donation, visit Charleston Twestival.

    • check out this video created by Twestival Global to get a better feel for what Twestival is all about •

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    Education is priceless.

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