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Drinkless in Seattle? Come Have One on Doug! Are you going to APLU's annual meeting? We are! Insiders, come and join bourbon-loving Doug, single malt snob President Emerita Mary Marcy, rpk Group's Rick Staisloff (Manhattan, up), and (diet A&W root) beer-swilling me for some Chatham House chat in the whiskey-bar-within-a-bar at the Hyatt Regency Seattle, where the Association of Public and Land-grant Universities is gathering for its annual meeting. Monday, November 13, 5:30-6:30 p.m. First round (at least) on us. |
Lunch at the OfficeWhen they’re in D.C., long-time presidents and those with good comms teams know to make the rounds and visit the office of Inside Higher Ed, and maybe some other media outlets (that try to keep up with us but, come on, aren't as much fun). The leaders have some lunch. They joke around. And then they get down to business and play their guitar at us for four hours. They don’t exactly sing “I want to push you around” on the beach, but they do serenade us with talking points, stump speeches, and pom-pom shaking. They tell us how they have leapt tall buildings in a single bound—after they’ve raised the money to build them. Then the reporters ask smart, knowledgeable questions. That’s when I lean in to my Zoom screen from across the country. The experienced presidents will say, “Okay, we’re off the record, right?” Right. Because the best presidents know that it’s never good to bullshit journalists. They know how to be straight and authentic, and to cultivate strong relationships. These conversations can be as enlightening for the leaders as they are for us. We get to hear about super cool things that are happening across the country, innovations that rightly cause presidents and chancellors to puff up with pride. They also make sure we understand context when things go pear-shaped. These informal meetings are a chance for presidents and chancellors to leave the echoing chambers of their campus and hear from reporters about what they're hearing and thinking. Coming up in The Sandbox, we’ll have a feature called “The Doug Out,” where my work wife, Doug Lederman, who has been keeping an umpire’s eye on the game of higher ed for Not in the Emily Litella way of asking "what's all this fuss about violins on TV?” or why people care about endangered feces. This will be an opportunity for Doug to do his own occasional Weekend Update, though appropriately sober and earnest. It will be a place for him to wonder about trends and ask big questions. We will be eager to hear your responses. |
Received Wisdom?After two decades of leading a college, one president echoed what everyone says. It’s lonely at the top. Then she corrected herself. “It’s not loneliness,” she said, “it’s aloneness. There’s a difference.” When asked how she handled that, she laughed and said what nearly everyone says. “I had an incredible partner.” Her husband, also an academic, knew her, knew the world she inhabited, and, she said, always made her remember her principles. “I never wanted him to think poorly of me.” So many longtime leaders have cracked that the key to their success was marrying the right person that I began to find the remark, well, irritating and antiquated. I can’t help but think about those who have the job as singletons. For years, as a divorced person, I joked that I needed a wife. Except, when I found the man I’m now married to, I see how true that was. It's great to have the right partner. It's not just about having a someone whose thigh you can dig your nails into under the table or to whom you can send an invisible eye roll across a room full of ninnies. It’s not about swapping dog-walking duty or taking turns doing laundry loads; it’s about being able to unload—all the crap, all the personalities, all the annoying stuff. If I've learned anything from my confidential, wide-ranging conversations with leaders it's that they seem to value having someone who will listen with an empathetic ear and without judgment, who doesn't tell them what to do and wants nothing from them—except, maybe, a piece written anonymously for a newsletter about something they struggle with. Sure, some find it hard to feel sorry for people whose compensation is one or two orders of magnitude more than one's own. But yikes—I don't want those jobs and am glad good people choose to do them. In truth, some of these chats I find heartbreaking. One former president of a large university in a small town said that after she left the job, she decided to leave the area. She just felt too visible. Another said, “I was not brave enough to attempt to date while I was president. I did date some when I was younger and in lower-level positions (AVP & VP) in larger communities but the single/divorced female president in a small town cannot afford to be gossiped about regarding her personal life.” One president got advice from a mentor, “People are going to say your husband isn’t ready to do this job. Don’t worry about other people’s expectations.” Easier said than done. In this case, her husband found the things he liked—attending the games and matches of every single sport—and skipped the rest. The president had to be fine going solo to events. There are those of us who learn catastrophically, as Joan Didion did, that life changes in the instant when you lose a partner. And those who know that relations change over the course of a lifetime. Here’s something from a current president: When you exchange your marriage vows or commitment words, you don’t add “And I promise to move to whatever small city or strange city your job takes you, to engage actively and enthusiastically with strangers, and to know that my family and I will be the topic of extreme curiosity and gossip.” Of course, you do not also say that you promise to stay in the same place and be the same person that you are at age 25 or 30 or whatever. As one whose long-term marriage ended during a presidency, I can say that it requires much effort and sacrifice on the part of both parties. It’s not surprising that many marriages/commitments seem to founder during these moments. Of course, the role is changing. I’ve heard some compare it to the changing role of our Presidential spouses as well. I’ve come across couples where the spouse refers to the presidency as "ours," and clearly relishes the partnership role. There are also those where the spouse leads a completely independent life, is rarely seen, and no one seems to much notice. Then there are single presidencies where surrogate partners surface—whether friend, family member, or someone else. The vast majority seem to be married or in committed relationships where the president and the spouse/partner need to juggle careers, children, and social lives. Not easy and I marvel at those couples who seem to work seamlessly to make the partnership work. This week, I Zoomed into a conversation with a current president who came calling at the Inside Higher Ed office. I wanted to shout out, "Hey President Barbie!" and have her respond, "Hello, Writer Barbie!" Didn't. But toward the end of the session, I couldn't help myself. I pulled on my little journalist's cap and squeaked up with a question that started: "Is it true that....?" You know, the opening gambit reporters love to spring on folks. Was she, I demanded to know, in fact too cool to be a university administrator? That's the word on the street. She laughed and claimed people only say that because of her wife. Yes, her wife is a badass. But this president does more than shine in reflected glory. Plus, she was smart enough (before she ascended to the role) to marry the right person. Good move, Barbie! Here's another strategy. If you're a president and you want to be with someone who knows what the job is like, you can always do what this couple did and fall in love with another president. |
The Litter BoxWe believe in diversity, equity, and inclusion. We believe in access. We know the field isn’t level but think everyone should get to play—not just those with pedigrees and good breeding but also the scrappier ones who may have had a rougher start in life. This applies to institutions (community colleges as well as research universities), leaders (the Ivy-all-the-ways and those who came from less “traditional” backgrounds), and animal companions (we're not speciest). Editorial note: We're getting a lot of dog photos. Coincidence? Or is someone going to step up and write the essay about how canine presidential ambassadors are a secret leadership tool? And yes, cat people, you can go ahead and sic Taylor Swift on me. Louie (he/him) and Leia (she/her) Cruz Rivera enjoying an NAU president perk |