I started a Tumblr blog to collect stories of violence committed against women who refused men’s advances (full background story here), and 24 hours into this project, we’ve received some incredible sets of traffic and engagement numbers. Put your nerd pants on, kids, we’re going for a ride.
Really don’t think I’ve ever participated in a project that got this sheer kind of volume right away. Read more
If you’ve not been following along in the latest brouhaha concerning sexism and the tech industry, this week saw a monster of a flame war spring up around conduct at a tech conference. Many other terrific bloggers have summed up what’s been happening, but let me offer a set of bullet points and links to bring everyone up to speed…
Whenever I’m called in to provide the leaders of both public and private sectors training and guidance on using digital tools, I sometimes get a little bit of resistance. And that resistance almost always focuses on a single complaint:I just don’t have time for this. People in leadership positions are already juggling a million different roles and tasks, and I’m asking them to take on another that doesn’t, at first glance, feel like it has immediate return on time investment. In the nonprofit world especially, movement leaders experience intensive levels of stress, and social media doesn’t always seem to make sense in the scramble of trying to save the world.
Trouble’s brewing in Germany. No, it’s not the euro crisis; it’s the good kind of trouble: Feminism is finding new life in networked voices online. Last week, a German blogger named Maike Hank put out a simple, defiant call to end harassment and daily sexism with her post, “This Is Not Normal.” It resonated deeply with many on Twitter, and people like Nicole von Horst started sharing their own stories: “The doctor that patted my ass, as I lay in the hospital after an attempted suicide.” That’s when Anne Wizorek, founder of the blogkleinerdrei and digital media consultant (and, disclaimer, a very good friend of mine), recognized what was happening, and suggested a hashtag to capture the stories: #aufschrei (#outcry). And then all hell broke loose when an article came out in the magazine Stern stating that Rainer Brüderle, Germany’s minister for economics and technology, had allegedly sexually harassed a journalist.
At my latest digital-tools-for-social-good workshop in New York yesterday, everyone wanted to know the ins and outs of metrics and measurement. I interviewed social media metrics Beth Kanter recently, and that interview provides a great intro to the concepts of measurement. (I highly recommend her book, Measuring the Networked Nonprofit.) But, I also realized it might be useful to walk through setting up some simple measurements with a free/low-cost tool that I love,Rowfeeder.
There was a lot of chatter last week about Twitter changing the way it allows third parties to access its API, about the potential that it could change how followers are displayed, and that co-founder Ev Williams said at an event that the dream metric that everyone is actually looking for is “how many people saw your tweet.”
Yesterday afternoon in New York, and other cities across the Eastern seaboard, fierce thunderstorms hit. No major damage, not even widespread power outages, and yet the social media storm that accompanied the real ones leaned toward frenzied. I got caught up in it, too–live-tweeting the relatively mild conditions we experienced in south Brooklyn, and wondering about the emergency push alert I’d received for the first time on my mobile phone. Pictures of hail and scary looking clouds flew by, while many took the end-times feeling of the cloudburst to preach about the dangers of climate change. And then it was all over an hour later.
This summer’s early heat wave has felt like an anomaly, and certainly I’ve never seen pictures of storms around NYC like those that were shared over the course of the storm. And I’m wondering if that’s exactly the point: I can’t compare those pictures to pictures I remember as a kid, because I didn’t have Twitter when I was ten.