Category Archives: Identity

Operation Pink Mohawk

The circuit breaker has been challenging for us all. We have had to be resilient beyond what we thought possible.

I’m reminded of our school motto by Kurt Hahn- Plus Est En Vous- there is more in you than you think.

We have done a remarkable job as a community building systems that have kept us learning, connected and engaged. We have all been working hard for six weeks, and for all we know, we have six more to go. There is a time and place to hunker down and get things done, and I have no doubt you will step up to the challenge when asked. While there are benefits to establishing routines, sometimes these new habits create a blanket of malaise that drapes over us, making it challenging to stay motivated.

During times like these, we need a spark. Inspiration. We need Pink Mohawks (Or metaphorical equivalents. Please DO NOT try this at home) !

And to do my part, I have kept my promise to Grade Six and enacted operation Pink Mohawk. I hope you have already seen the video at the end of this week’s announcements, but I wanted to write a few words to add context and explain its meaning

This hair-do is meant to remind us all that schools are places to challenge and excite us, regardless of whether we are on campus or not. Operation Pink Mohawk is a reminder that adults come in a range of shapes and sizes. The way we look, the way we dress, the hair on our heads can all be indications of who we are or what we believe, and I believe in the levity that comes from not taking myself too seriously. I respect the power of silly authenticity and vulnerability. Adulthood doesn’t have to be a mono-chromatic path to oblivion. We are not all mind-numb zombies, always stressed and chasing bills. We are filled with creativity and passion too. There is not only one way a teacher should look or act; our diversity is what makes us great role models.

Every school needs a Pink Mohawk to remind it not to take itself too seriously. To remind it that life is fun, exciting and maybe a little wild, and that it’s not too scary to stand up and take a risk.

What are a few things we will remember from this time?
Who are the people that brought us joy?
How will you lift our community?



Women of Influence

Over the weekend I attended the Women Of Influence in Education conference at HKIS in Hong Kong. Before I left, I have to be honest, I was a bit nervous about my role as a male educator at a “women’s” conference. My anxiety was not alleviated when I arrived and saw that I was one of three men at an event with nearly 80 participants. My female colleagues joked that everyone would know my name by the end of the weekend, which this fact did not assuage my stress. I didn’t want to be noticed.

Actually I was hoping to fly under the radar and simply listen and observe. While it definitely felt strange eating meals, riding elevators and being involved at table conversations with all women, I looked forward to reflecting on this discomfort, knowing that many women I know, have been in situations throughout their lives where they are the only woman in a room.

There is value in tackling your privilege head on, by putting yourself in situations where you can build empathy for people who have been marginalised. When people tell you they are not being heard and feel marginalised, the best response should not be- “yes you are being heard,” or “find a better way to be heard and/or speak up.” A better response might be to listen better, amplify their voices if you can and be an ally.

I have so much to say about my weekend, that it feels a bit intimidating deciding where to start. I guess the most basic point I want address is how inspiring it was to be around so many talented, smart and powerful women. It was eye-opening to watch women work without men around. I hope that we all strive for a gender equal world, a place that is inclusive and understanding to women, POC and the differently abled, and while there is value in having conversations together, it is equally important for these groups to meet on their own to work out their ideas and plans. So let me say that it was an honour to be invited and included in these conversations.

Another place to start this reflection is to answer the question I heard most often, “What brought you here?”

There is no easy way to answer that question. At one of the sessions led by the formidable and amazing Maddy Hewitt, the executive director of NESA, we were asked to map our journey of what brought us to gender equity work. Because sharing my journey seems like a good of a way as any to frame my thinking, for the next few paragraphs I will use my story as a way to explain what has brought me to this work in general and this conference specifically. Before I continue, let me say that the irony of turning this conference about myself is not lost on me. My female friends often tell me how often men tend to turn everything about themselves. I hope reading about my path will help you understand what brought me to this conference.

I don’t think any explanation of our values can begin anywhere but our childhood experiences. I am an only male child of Iranian parents who immigrated to the US in 1979. Despite the stereotypical thinking of Iranian men, I was not raised to be the prince of the house. My mother, an independent and strong woman, was deliberate in not “spoiling” me. Her influence from an early age was instrumental in making me who I am. She was a role model for me from an early age, showing me the quiet strength of women and their ability to hold families together, show love, start business and get the things done that need to get done.

My parents separated and eventually divorced throughout my childhood, but my mother always did what she had to do to keep me fed, clothed and loved. She worked several jobs at times, helped with homework, took care of our house and did her best to be present and instill values in me that I cherish to this day. My mother was my first feminist role model, not in anything she explicitly taught me or any proactive agenda, but by simply being herself and raising me as an open minded, and I hope a generous, kind man.

As a child I was a quiet slightly effeminate boy who preferred the company of girls. Many of my early friends were girls who allowed me to be myself without the pressure of constantly proving my masculinity. Middle school and puberty were a shock to my system, as my behaviour and attitudes could be mistaken for homosexuality, which at the time was not something a thirteen year old boy wanted to be, especially when the strong urge to be accepted and popular overtook my life. Middle school was a time of lonely reflection and planning for a different future. On a side note, my feelings of not be included and noticed by my teachers and classmates is a major reason I got into education. I had very few male role models during this pivotal time in my life. My father was an influential force in many ways, but the constant fighting and arguing between my parents was more confusing than helpful in helping me understand gender issues.

High school was a time of transformation and identity building. I found a few friends and our band of misfits did our best to create our own cool. Despite my earlier thoughts, this time demanded a more masculine being. The constant talk of girls and sex and power rankings among other boys forced me to become a typical man. Drinking power shakes with raw eggs, lifting weights and joining the football team, were ways that I tried to build my masculinity. Without too many male role models, my interactions with girls became more sexual and less conversational. Like most adolescent males, I didn’t have too many relationships with girls that were not based on mutual interests and understanding. It was all about how can I appear attractive to the girls with which I interacted. Early exploration with alcohol did not help me learn to be open and honest with the girls I interacted with. In short, I didn’t understand girls. I had no idea how to talk to them without alcohol and trying to get them to like me. I had a girlfriend in High School who was younger than me, who I loved dearly, but my interactions with her were at best dysfunctional and at worse damaging to her.

I wonder as educators how we are teaching boys how to traverse this time in their lives in more honest and vulnerable ways.

Fast forward through university, where this one track male mind dominated much of my thinking and way of being. I was not your typical “misogynistic bro,” but my own insecurities kept me from too many constructive and necessary female relationships. I had girlfriends for whom I cared deeply, but I did not have too many female friends I could turn and talk to. I will speak later about how important I think plutonic female friends are for men’s development and understanding of women’s issues. At this time in my life so many of my relationships with women were clouded by sex and objectifying women.

Fast forward to the mid-nineties. I was twenty five and working in restaurants in San Francisco. I was living on my own, going to school and feeling like an adult. This time working at a particular restaurant in SF was transformational. The majority of the staff were older gay men who taught me that my outdated outlook on gender was holding me back from being myself. At first, their joking and flirting was intimidating, but my time at the restaurant was a pivotal moment in reexamining and understanding of gender.

After this time, I graduated from SFSU and flew to Mozambique for two years to teach English as a Peace Corps volunteer. There is nothing more influential and eye-opening to the power and strength of women than living in a rural village of a developing country. I quickly realised that women run the world, but get very little of the credit or monetary and political power that comes from that work. My time in Mozambique was instrumental in shaping the gender work I do now.

I also met the woman who would become my wife and our life in a small reed hut without running water and electricity was crucial in guiding how I interact with women. I am sure she would tell you that I was not a great man in our early days, and still had many boy-like qualities. I assume she would go on to say that I am still growing very slowly, and even after fifteen years of marriage, I have a long way to go in terms of equal distribution of house work and taking on more of the cognitive demands of operating our family. I would agree with her. I hope she realises how important her role in my life as a strong, independent and amazingly wonderful partner and friend has been in shaping who I am and the work I would like to do. Every time I get a bit too self-righteous and high on my horse, I check myself and ask, what would Mairin say about what I say publicly and what I do at home. Am I being the feminist I claim to be in my interactions with her? The answer is often not enough, I am sure, but I am working on taking on more, being a better listener, husband and partner.

The work of male feminists has to start at home.

Peace Corp led to graduate school and some dabbling with a socialist organisation, reading bell hooks and other influential women writers and thinkers and then we moved overseas and my first daughter was born. Our time overseas has given us two beautiful daughters who I would say have been the biggest influence on me and why I try to be a better ally for girls and women. I know that having girls is the most common catalyst for men who are invested in gender work, and while I have tried to paint a larger map, I would be dishonest if I didn’t admit that raising two girls, and wanting the best for them, has been the biggest factor in working to creating a world where they can be their true selves without the barriers erected by the patriarchy. Years later in Singapore I met and build a relationship with my first female friends. This would be a good time to mention the invaluable power for men to have women friends. A few years ago I was organising a school trip to Daraja in Kenya and a four female teachers helped make the trip happened. We have maintained a tight friendship, meeting periodically for dinner and drinks. Their friendship has been vital to my current understanding of how women are so different from men.

I cannot state strongly enough how important it is for men who want to understand women and their needs to interact with female friends. These women have been like sisters to me, but more importantly I see them as confidants and mentors. Their friendship takes me back to my pre-adolescent days where I could simply be myself. I learn so much every time we interact. Watching women actually listen to each other and compliment each other is so foreign to most men.

That was a long meandering account trying to answer the original questions, “What brought you here?” and I guess the simple answer is I want to walk the walk and put my money where my mouth is. If I truly value gender equity work, then I owe it to my mother, my wife, my daughters, my female friends and co-workers, my students, all the voiceless girls and women in Kenya and Mozambique and all over the world to be involved in the conversations that will help shift the balance of power in our households, our schools, and the world.

There is no doubt that the world as it is- created by a masculine patriarchal structure needs to change. We are headed toward environmental destruction, and the weak-willed insecure, ego-driven systems of the global capitalism led my men must be torn down and rebuilt with the powerful wisdom so many women have been quietly harvesting for generations.

I came to this conference to understand, to listen, to learn, to be involved in the conversations by the women in my sphere of influence who are doing this work. I want to learn from them. Be inspired by them and ultimately help them change the world.

So what did I learn? I guess this section is for any men reading this post:

Get involved. Women want us there. (sometimes) There needs to be more of us involved in these conversations. Not to dominate or take over or offer solutions, but to listen. Listen when they tell us that the world is different for them. We need to acknowledge our differences and privilege. We need to listen without judgement and ask how we can help. We need to look at our own histories and journeys and wonder where our ideas about gender have been hatched and how have they grown, if we want to be honest with ourselves. I would recommend this exercise of looking at your life and identifying influential events and people in your life who shaped your understanding of gender.

As educators, we owe it to the boys and girls in our classrooms to be role models of understanding. We need to teach and show our students that there are a myriad of ways to be a man or a women and non-binary explorers of the gender landscape. Participating in these conversations is a great way to become the kind of role models are students need.

I think we also need to give ourselves permission to know that this work is not easy and we will never get it right. As I mentioned earlier, I am sure my wife would have a lot to say about the countless ways I still fall short in the equity of our partnership. I also still struggle with many hypocritical aspects of my masculinity, but these doubts should not hinder my involvement with this movement.

If you are reading this as a man, I encourage you to start these conversations with the women in your life. If you are a women, I invite you to speak openly and honestly about some of the points I have raised with the men in your lives. And if you are non-binary, I ask for your advice. What am I missing from your perspective? What do CIS men and women need to know about gender equity of which we are currently ignorant?

And finally, when you see a conference like this come join us. It will take men and women to change the power structures of the world.

Thank you to the organisers of this conference and to everyone I met. I look forward to continue this work and seeing many of you next year.

For Attention

I got blogs on the mind. Yes, more so than usual. I’m swimming in streams of whys and hows, and yes, even a few whats. Next Monday, I will be part of a school-wide TV show style panel discussing this very topic. Set up by Jeff Plaman, Clay Burell and I will share our ideas on the subject. I am honored to share the stage him, and curious to hear what the master of Unschooliness and one of the earliest blogging influences on me, has to say on the subject five years since we first crossed paths on the web. This will be the first time I will meet him in person. Hi Clay looking forward to our chat. (I will share this with him, so maybe we can start the discussion right here in blog format. Imagine that!)

Later this month I will presenting a webinar with the great folks at The Digital Media & Learning. The topic is wide open, so I thought I would further explore the topic of Blogging with Students. Is blogging still relevant, important, or  necessary in 2012? I hope this post will help me gather ideas, so please take part in the comments below. I know that Bud Hunt has done extensive work on the subject. (Side note: I have been asked to invite a few people to the Google Hangout which will be moderated by none other than Howard Reingold. Please let me know if you are interested.)

This post is meant to help me refocus my attention and attempt to come up with a simple explanation on what a blog can be (I do not like defining blogs in one way), and why I still find blogging with students worthwhile. I will focus mainly on the role of blogs for middle school students as this is the group with which I have the most experience.

What is a Blog?

We have been having some great discussions at the table. Contrary to their perceived “nativeness” most middle school  kids have no idea what a blog is. Yes, they understand the act of re-blogging an animated .gif of (insert random image here) or of sharing photos of  friends on Instagram, or Facebook updates or even Twitter, but when asked if they know what a blog is, most have no idea or think that it is a very personal diary where people confess their every thought to the world.

The fact that blogs can be spaces for critical thought and analysis of ideas, a place to share understanding or a place to reflect with a wider audience is foreign to most teenagers. But since they get social sharing that is where I have been directing the conversation,

“Why do you share photos, updates, tweets?”
“Why do you share anything with anybody? Everybody?”

We had some very interesting answers: to bond, to connect, build friendships, to find like-minded people, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about, perhaps the most honest answer, “We share for attention.”

My first reaction was to think “Wow how petty.” I felt a sudden sense of sadness to think that these kids need to share to be noticed. After my initial feelings of pity, I turned the critical reflective mirror on myself and realized that I share for attention too. We all do in a sense no? I am writing this post because I want you to notice, to listen, to hear. To understand.

The true revelation came, however, when I noticed that wanting, needing attention is need not be a sad state reserved for lonely teenagers and sad adults trapped in a purgatorial state of arrested development. Wanting attention is perhaps one of the simplest of human emotions. Is not craving attention, the need to be noticed the base of  love? Do not our children crave our attention from the day they are born? Is not their happiness contingent on the quantity and quality of said attention?


cc licensed ( BY ) flickr photo shared by dino_olivieri

If sharing is the need for attention and kids share to be noticed, I see the blog as an extension of the classroom, where their other social sites are the playground. Kids will do the craziest things to be noticed, for attention on the playground when no one is looking, but isn’t the classroom a place where teachers help guide and mentor kids? A place where we help them find healthy ways to seek attention?

When people ask me what a blog is, I say,

“A blog is a place where I help students find depth in what they share, in order to gain attention for what they feel and think. It is the place where students can build a confident public voice.”

Readers of my blog, know I am a bit obsessive about identity, expression and community. I see student blogging as a homebase for the exploration of this idea:

Blogging gives students a voice (expression) to help them build a better understanding of self (identity) in the search for like-minded peers. (Community)

The big questions is how can we do this authentically? How can we create an environment that allows risk-taking? A place that is safe, but still real. I think that the how may be another blog post.

What do you think? Is student blogging still relevant? Is blogging dead? Did we fail with too many Homework Assignment blogs? Or are there authentic student bloggers out there? Before you go all cynical, let me tell you that I have some pretty jazzed kids already who are sharing quality and quantity without any assignment from me. We are just getting started... Do or do not do. There is no try.

Identify The Boundaries

People who know me, the ones who I have met, the ones who follow my tweets, the ones who read this blog, know that I am obsessed with identity. I have written on the subject extensively on this blog, and I have explored the subject in depth on my personal blog. While on the surface it may appear that I am being a narcissistic ego-maniac, I assure you my intentions are good. For the last seven years, I have been conducting an experiment of sorts.

What do we feel comfortable sharing online? What is or should be private? What can we gain by over-sharing? How does this theory of openness help us connect to others? How does it affect community? What is everyone so afraid of? Should I be?

There are countless other questions, but you get the point. I have tried to share as much as I can, to see if by sharing every aspect of my life, I can build an authentic “brand.” One that will help me gather a tribe of like-minded people who will not only help me learn, but who will also become close friends. I am hoping that by revealing as much as I can, you will help me identify the gaps and help complete me. See this stuff is deep.

None of what I have written so far is new, so why write this post again? Firstly, I wanted to share my second online stalking! A few years ago, Clarence Fisher’s English class, investigated my online footprint and discovered some interesting things. No surprises. They got a superficial, yet accurate, image of who I was in 2010.

I am happy to announce that I have been stalked a second time. This time as a part of UMW Digital Identity course taught by Martha Burtis. One of her students was assigned to dig up all she could about who I am now. You can read her complete reflection here, but there is not much out of the ordinary this time around either. Beyond being impressed that she was able to identify my daughter’s addiction to Nutella, there was little in what she found beyond my blog About Me page.

She asked me to answer some questions in a recorded interview, which I do at the end of this video. Her introduction is hilarious, despite the poor sound. The interview questions at the end of clip, however,  sound fine. The worst kind of criminal–an educator…

One of the biggest criticism of social media and online sharing is that it is somehow inherently false and duplicitous. Because we can choose what we share, the thinking goes, we only share the best of who we are. We somehow build these better alter-egos of ourselves. We never shed light on our faults, show ourselves being ugly, or delve too deep into the darkness.

I am sure there is truth to this. This is what I want to challenge. I am not sure where the boundaries are, but I am very curious. I have tried to be as open as possible, but I am sure even I have held back. I know there are some definite no-nos. Never talk about sexuality. I will promote gay rights and gender equality, because I feel they are human rights, but personal thoughts on sexuality is a no go for me.

I have begun to share less about religion these days. I am openly atheist, but I hope that as I get older, I am becoming more tolerant and focusing on my own slow Zen practice. It’ a process, a journey. I am on it. Enough said.

Politics? I used to be more outspoken, but even my energy in that field has been subdued. I am trying to sort myself out first. I will speak up about injustice and criticize system I find unfair, but I seldom get into heated debates these days.

What is the next step of this experiment? How else can I dance on the edge of private vs public, personal vs professional? This is where you come in. I need your help. I am going to ask you a few questions.  I do not expect you to answer them. I would just like you to think about where your boundaries are? What would you never share online? What kinds of questions are just too much? Then I want you to ask me those questions. Leave them in the comments below.

I am not asking you to ask me these questions, because I will necessarily answer them; I just want to see how they affect my comfort zone. I want to sketch out my no-fly zone. Identify the boundaries. I am also curious what you feel is out of bounds. I want to test the waters. I am expecting that based on your culture and personality we will have a wide range of ideas in regards to privacy.

What is too much?
What do you feel is too private to share?
What would make you feel uncomfortable?

Thanks for playing along.

Static Smiling Avatar

Sitting here as the clouds begin to roll in for their daily rain dump, and the post-lunch procrastination fog is thick. (Did you hear that thunder?) I have a three-hour workshop to plan for this Saturday, but there is a blog post tangled in my brain that is keeping me from getting to my work. Pardon me while I detangle it now.

I recently changed my avatar across the webz. I have written about my obsession with avatars and identity before. So why bring it up again now? Let’s back up. Actually let’s take a look at the image first:


cc licensed ( BY NC ) flickr photo shared by Intrepid Flame

Not minutes after it was posted, I received a few responses:

What’s with the new avatar pic? Looks dangerous …

Your new avatar looks like some kind of stalker killer from a nasty video game nightmare.

Your avatar makes me think you’re gonna eat my brains.

These comments were all shared in good humor, and I was not upset by them. I get it. The picture looks odd, sinister, maybe even a bit scary. You must be asking yourself, does something so petty warrant a blog post? Bear with me. As we work with students and talk about the idea of identity creation and online communities and interactions, we often mention the importance of honesty and authenticity. We talk about being ourselves and the distrust of strangers we meet online–the importance of visual cues about who we are become more and more important. So why did I, inadvertently, choose an image that makes me look scary? Why aren’t I changing it any time soon?

Because this image, the look in the eye, the beard, the lighting, the mood, the tone is how I felt yesterday. It is a part of who I am at this time in my life. I have spent lots of energy creating authentic flashes of who I am to build my online persona. I am not a photoshopped head-shot, all smiles and professional looking. (No offense to those of you who use professional head-shots) Sometimes I am a silly dad, sometimes I am who you see above. I love seeing the various phases of who I have been, who I am, and who I might become, everytime I see images of myself reflected back from the interwebz

This may not be the most profound blog post,  I will be the first to admit, but as we model behavior for our students I can’t help but insist that being yourself, even when that is not the best face forward is a valuable act. One of the most common criticism of online life is that, because participants can choose what they share, we only share positive images and tell happy stories from our lives, thus creating false images of who we really are. This image, and the others I share are my way of proving those critics wrong. What you see if what you get? But be careful, because that person is always changing and has more depth than a static smiling avatar.