You don’t vote once every other year. You vote everyday. With your feet. The things you buy, what you read, who you listen to, the opinions you discuss with your friends–these are all decisions, these are all votes.
Voting with your feet is the idea that if you don’t like the way a company is acting, don’t buy their product. If you don’t like the way a news outlet is presenting a story, change the channel or stop reading that paper. There’s no possible way you can affect change if you only vote once every two years–you need to do it daily. That’s what voting with your feet is all about.
About me: Hi, my name is Chris. So you want to know more about me? OK—hmmm, where should I start? Oh, I know–how about at birth???
I was born on February 26, 1986. Coincidentally, that day, the world stopped turning for a brief second. Am I saying it was because of my birth? No. But it certainly makes you think, right?
At age 5, my Mom entered me in a Nordstrom’s fashion show (so I guess you could say I “do runway”); I got to keep the clothes, so it was a no brainer for her. I got noticed by a modeling agency, and the rest was history. My budding career included jobs at top-of-the-line stores like K-Mart and JCPenny’s (interestingly enough, this marked my first and last times setting foot in those stores; also, one of them has since gone out of business, the other will soon–people close to the matter say this was not my fault, though industry analysts remain unconvinced). But, the fall was just as quick as the rise. I still haven’t had a better paying job since then (it was $100/hr though); did my life climax at age 5? Potentially.
At age 13, I entered my first Abercrombie and Fitch store; the next 7 years were a blur of popped polo collars and Fierce cologne. Seriously, 7 years. I only recently kicked the habit, and I haven’t had a relapse in nearly a year and a half. My sponsor says I’m doing a really good job.
At 18, I went to Georgetown, a bastion for WASPy kids across the country–naturally, I fit in perfectly. In an effort to “suppress” my “bourgeoisie” upbringing, I decided to study abroad in sub-Saharan Africa. “What, like it’s hard” I thought. Looking back, I don’t think it was some lofty experiment to prove myself–I think the real reason I went was for jokes and other awkward predicaments I could find myself in(and there were a lot). Mission accomplished.
I can also be found here, here and here.
In the interest of SEO (=search engine optimization) and pushing this blog up higher when you search my name, I’m going to say it over and over again. Christopher Katsaros. Or Chris Katsaros. Or Christopher Michael Katsaros. Yep, that’s right, my last name is Katsaros and my first name is Chris. Or Christopher–whichever you prefer! My middle name is Michael, but that’s not important, unless it’s with my full name, Christopher Michael Katsaros. Yep–that’s right: my initials are CMK. Which stands for Christopher Michael Katsaros. Thanks, Google–hope you were listening…
