When I hire assistants for my home daycare I typically do some extensive research. Plugging an email address into Google or Facebook really brings up the most interesting finds.
One thing I always laugh at is the email address choice some of these young gals come up with. Leave it to a high school student to open up a gmail account under whatever cute and sassy name they can think up..
CutenSassy at gmail dot com.
2Hot4U at yahoo dot com.
volleyballvixen at hotmail dot com.
I sigh when I see these email addresses and think about how embarrassed they should feel handing them out to future employers and also what a pain it will be for them to change later.
You know…when they start their mom blog in ten years they can’t be littleHOTTIE at gmail dot com anymore.
Most certainly not.
Instead they will need to transition to:
mamascrazy at gmail dot com
JinxiesMom at yahoo dot com
Mom2point0h at hotmail dot com
mamadrinksheavily at msn dot com
Seriously, what’s wrong with us? Starting a blog was so cute 4 years ago when my babies were little. All the professional bloggers were all “be consistent with your branding! Your email must match your blog name!” and many of us did what we were told.
And now I’m kind of stuck with this email account that really only us bloggers understand. We don’t flinch when we hunt down an email address for an online friend. Putyourbiggirlpantieson at gmail dot com? Okay I’ll send that media kit right over!
However, I wasn’t prepared for the cute blog email address to one day land on the desk top of major brand CEOs, old non-blogging friends, and my kids school teachers.
Last week I made a hair appointment with my hair girl and she was all “Can I get your email? We like to send receipts and appointment reminders that way now!”
I hesitated…which email address do I give her??
Ultimately I chose the ONE address I actually keep open, “Okay, I’ll just spell it to you since it’s kind of…long…” ahem, “m-a-m-a-k-a-t-s-l-o-s-i-n-i-t at gmail dot com.”
“Okay…I think I got that…that’s cute! Mama Kat…Slosin It?? Is that right?”
“Oh it’s just…yes that’s exactly right.”
It’s a good thing I grew out of that embarrassing teenage stage.