Is it OK to be different at work than you are at home

Is it OK to be different at work than you are at home A couple of days ago, Louise Fletcher, a professional resume writer, blogged about my ability to say whatever I want and not kill my career. That same day, Kathy Williams wrote this comment on my blog: My son introduced me to your blog which I appreciate. I am your polar opposite. You have complete freedom to say whatever you want for whatever reason is not important. We can all use a little more honesty. In general, I think people can say much more than they think they can. It used to be that no one blogged about unemployment, bad bosses or screaming at their kids. Now these are all pretty common posts. This should tell you that topics that you think will change what people think about you dont actually do that. Consider what youre doing if its within the realm of normal, people dont care that youre doing itits not interesting. Of course, things that I think are totally normal, like,  having a miscarriage at work, turn out to be  very controversial. But really,  I am still not sure why. I mean, just thinking logically, hundreds of thousands of women have miscarriages every year, and most of those women have not had a kid so they are working, so hundreds of thousands of women each year have a miscarriage at work. I think my inability to understand why this is controversial might be a blessing. I also am not sure I understand privacy. I dont understand why people use it. I have had a lot of talks with the farmer about this. He told me that we cannot be intimate if we dont have some things that are private. So I told him I would not write about sex. But then I wrote sort of about sex. I wrote about when he wouldnt go down on me. I told him it was me writing about not sex. And sex is off limits but not sex is not off limits. He was not happy. Im sure most of you will agree with him. That I should not have written about that. But then I think, he has known, since before he even met me, that I write about everything. And then, when he met me, he read my novel, which is not a novel but really a memoir that the publisher made me call a novel because no one would believe it was true.   But it is not really a novel either, but a hypertext wishing it were a novel, which is what Publishers Weekly wrote when they said it was great writing with incompetent structure. The problem of me not understanding intimacy is maybe because I dont understand why we separate ourselves to be different people at different times. I dont think I am able to manage being different versions of myself depending on the social context. So everyone gets the same version of me. I have found, for example, that venture capitalists like my blog. After all, they have invested in my company. But its not just the investment. They tell me they like my blog and they like the blog posts that say things were not supposed to say. Like, I cant handle my insane travel schedule, and my company is running out of money and I want to fucking kill the investor who is sailing in Bermuda without a phone to hear me panicking. Investors like that. Because they like honesty. People like honesty. They might wince, but they dont generally hold honesty against you. What people do hold against me, I think, is that I dont seem to be able to create intimacy with the farmer. Its a downfall, I think. But I also think that thats why he picked me. He read my writing, about sex with every other guy, when he first started dating me. (Thats probably why he dumped me. Well, one of the fifty reasons he dumped me fifty times. And, by the way, he hates that I always have a different number for the number of times he dumped me. But I tell him you dont care. Whatever number it is, you get the point. Fifty million.) He knew I had never really been able to be intimate because I was too fascinated with writing about my inability to be intimate which requires writing about what should be intimate moments. I want to tell you about this costume he bought for me. Well, actually, I bought it. He chose it. Its a costume called €Å"Alice€  like, Alice in Wonderland. But its a different Wonderland. We bought it when we were costume shopping with the kids. I told him I couldnt stand all the sword fighting in the Star Wars section. Then I came back to the Star Wars section and told him I found a section for grown-ups. €Å"Lets get one,€  I said. €Å"You said you wouldnt wear one of those.€  €Å"Well, I will. Which do you like?€  €Å"All of them.€  There were about 50 costumes. I picked one. I called him over to look. The dressing room was in the middle of the room, so I opened the curtain just a peek. The kids came running over and said, €Å"Mommy! I love your costume!€  The farmer said, €Å"No. Thats terrible.€  He said that the key to a costume like this is to have a lot of space between the bottom of the skirt and the top of the tights. They are garter belt tights. Okay. So I try on the other costume, and its the Alice costume, and we get it. And the boys spend the next month asking me if Im going to wear it trick or treating. I wear it to bed. It is intimate, but it feels intimate because Im doing something Ive never done before. It doesnt feel any more intimate to me than founding a company feels. I know my Brazen Careerist co-founders, Ryan and Ryan, are going to freak out when they read that line. But they dont have to worry because what I really mean is that nothing feels truly intimate to me. And I kind of like it that way because I dont have to have lots of different versions of myself. I dont have to separate being a mom from being a blogger. I dont have to separate being Alice from being a startup founder. Its all the same me. A lot of commenters accuse me of being a nutcase  because one day I am breaking a lamp over my head and the next day I am dispensing advice about effective elevator pitches. To me though, someone is a nutcase for pretending to not be both those people. Each of us can give good advice on something. And each of us has a messed up personal life sometimes. One person can do both those things. The only thing weird is that we dont admit it. Why cant career advisors also talk about the things going wrong in their lives? Why cant startup founders also be sex kittens? What I know is that I am really really grateful for not having to hide who I am at work. It is true, what Louise said, that I can say whatever I want, as long as Im interesting. I can still make a living, and I can still have friends. (Well, Im not that great at friends, but hypothetically I can have friends because there are people who have told me they want to be my friend.) So I think the farmer picked me because Im bad at intimacy. He is bad at it, too. He is comfortable with thatnot being close to me. So we are comfortable with our non-intimacy. I mean, I say that, but I know there is more to life. I just cant seem to find it.