People are like art in a number of ways. I’m currently thinking of one way in particular. (Please forgive the pseudo-egghead moment and indulge me.) A work of art exists in three states simultaneously.
- What the artist perceives it to be
- What it objectively is
- What people other than the artist perceive it to be
That’s also how people exist. There is what we think we are, there is what we are objectively and there is what others perceive us to be. The second, whether it be a work of art or a person, that objective existence, is more or less irrelevant practically speaking since no one can ever truly see something (or someone) objectively. It’s always conditioned by who we are and where we view something from.
When we start talking about personal brands, we are primarily talking about the third state: how others perceive us. But when we use the term brand, especially in this sense, we’re really talking about who we are, our identity. When we concentrate on, and try to develop, a “personal brand” what we are really doing is trying to fashion who others perceive us to be. As Kurt Vonnegut has said, “We are what we pretend to be.” He adds, given that, you better be careful about what you pretend you are.*
I prefer not to talk about a personal brand because the term is divorced from any human quality. It’s like seeing yourself as a product, which some people think is fine and that’s fine for them, I guess. But I’d rather think of my “identity,” though even that may not be the best terminology. (I would say “human being” but when I do I sense the earnestness of the original Star Trek and Doctor McCoy’s, “But dammit, Jim, we’re human!”)
It’s a bit odd that we talk about ourselves as brands when, at the same time, we also talk about conversations, a personal voice and community. Those are all very human but “brand” is a box of soap. I know some will disagree but that’s how I see it and I don’t want to be a soap, a cereal, a line of cars. I want to be a human being. I want to be who I am, for good or ill.
That’s why there are posts in my blogs that, were I thinking in terms of a personal brand, I would not have published or, having published, would have deleted them. (Example? See my silly post, Forget newspapers – everything is dead!) But it’s who I am, even if that’s an idiot. I don’t think I’ve ever posted anything salacious or rude (like pictures of a frat party or something) and I think I’ve avoided ever mentioning employers I’ve had, though I certainly would have liked to rant every now and again.
There is thinking that says you need to be careful of what you post in a blog and usually extreme examples are given. A potential employer could Google you and find out who you really are. Well, if you’re posting nude pictures of yourself or others, or using constant profanity, or ranting against current employers, the world’s better off not hiring you anyway. Keep posting.
In my case I’ve posted some self-indulgent rants – maybe about music, or a film, a story in the news or an election. But I don’t mind that a potential employer sees them because, if the employer is worth working for, they’ve also seen my other posts and will see that I’ve a passion for what I do and, as with any passionate human being, sometimes I write something moronic. I’m a human being.
Would you really want to work for an employer who is only looking for a perfect automaton? Someone who has a “brand” but no personal identity? A cog to fit in their wheel?
The best employers look for the best people and the best people have quirks, off the map moments, and a passion for what they do. You get ideas from people like that. From a personal brand, you get whatever rubbish maintains the status quo.
I’m not saying you should rant and rave in your blog. I’m just saying don’t hide who you are.
Don’t be a brand. Be a person.
* In Vonnegut’s book Mother Night an American spy, during World War II, pretends to be a Nazi, acting as a propagandist, spewing hate about Jews and others. But after the war, on trial for war crimes, he realizes he was so good at pretending to be a Nazi that, for all intents and purposes, he was a Nazi.









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