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Real Estate Pro, Ian Williams, Simplifies Millennial and Gen Z Homebuying

business, know, money April 16, 2019

Much thinking is required of Entrepreneurs when it comes to money, especially for those who are Millennials and Gen Z. But, with so many investment options, it is difficult knowing where to start.

Given the many ways in which economic sustainability is tied to the real estate business, I thought it would be the best one to tackle. And so I called on Real Estate Professional, Ian Michael of Luxury Estates, to break down everything young money makers need to know about market trends and the best time to buy a home.

Join our conversation here.

The Business of Photography, As Told By Os Rios

business, know, work, youtube March 13, 2019

I remember the summer that I came up with the name GoKnowWear like it was yesterday. I yearned for a name that cautioned you of the mixed bag of ideas I was about to express:

The ‘Go,’ my travels and places on my wishlist, the ‘Wear,’ the garments that find their way on my skin, but the ‘Know’ was always the challenge. I often questioned:

How do I talk about things I’m interested in, in ways that would interest others too?”

Think-pieces offered a clear and appropriate answer, but even those felt somewhat surface level. I felt I could do more, but what exactly? As you would imagine, my answer came with trial and error.

What began as a quest to teach myself video creation and editing, has now turned into sharing the stories of Creatives and Entrepreneurs. All too familiar with the uncertainty and the long-game, the ascension and the failures along the path of creating a great business, I felt a sense of duty to give others a space to share more than the polished, success story–the grueling parts of building a business.

Thanks to this beautiful thing called Al Gore’s Internet, Oz Rios was the first owner of a creative business I met with. Here is his story

Dad, My Feminist Icon

know January 30, 2017

Television told me to like pink and trivial things, but my dad exposed me to CNBC and Bloomberg. Teen Vogue told me to make myself small enough for the sample sizes, and whiter than I was. Strange men told me to smile more, a TSA officer called me his fiancé as I walked through security –I was 13. Back then, my mother told me that gentlemen don’t like “fast women,” my aunts bemoaned our family-wide love curse. Female celebrities told me, “the sluttier the better,” my father told me I could share my body with whoever I wanted, but only if I truly wanted to. No really, it’s ok to say “no.”

It’s ok to live with ‘man-like’ assertiveness.

He made me a student to argument early on, sometimes for sport, other times, out of insatiable curiosity. He made me play soccer with boys, and nodded when I quit ballet because I felt like it, unconcerned with outside parties’ opinions of my decisions.  My dad, my feminist icon, didn’t care to control that kind of shit. He cared about my awareness. He taught me that women are not 77 cents to a dollar. They are CEOs, Senators, philanthropists, and analysts. Hell, they were madams and strippers too, but they were always assertive.

“Working for yourself is imperative,” he’d tell me.

But, most importantly, he told me that God is a woman. God was inside of me, negative energy and bad mindedness be gone. He said attachment was for the unsuccessful, rich people have better things to do. Mom ensured I was self-sufficient in the kitchen, women who can cook make men happier. Yet still, dad made the best stuffed chicken. Nonetheless, he frowned upon gluttony –unhealthiness is disdainfully wasteful of taxpayers’ money.

The lessons I learned were intimately related to economics.

My dad, my feminist icon, forced me to believe in my relevance in the workplace and beyond because my life depends on it. He said that women are much more than walking cavities reserved for newborns, or the answers to men’s needs, sex symbols, damsels in distress, angry and black, or man-hating feminists, prudes, or welfare queens. You never let me forget that as a woman, I am free to be who I please to be, and not out of a desire to please others, just to be. Thanks to you I don’t feel obliged to force a smile and look approachable, I don’t hesitate to use words for decoration that most people have forgotten, I don’t apologize for prioritizing my sexual needs because I prioritize myself.

Thank you for showing me that we can all be feminists.