ZEITLINES | 11.23.18
This week in Zeitlines our President Kathy Murphy is pondering pineapple pizza. If that alliteration has you hungry for more you’ll enjoy our tribute to American Thanksgiving where we are also talking turkey…pardons!?! Wait. Whaaaat??? Spoiler Alert: There is a president in that piece too, but not the same president.
Finally, this week we are introducing something new to Zeitlines. Account Manager and resident content wiz Genevieve takes us on a journey of self-discovery in “Genevieve Raveau: What’s In A Name?” This is the first feature in I AM REPUBLIC, an every-so-often peek into the extraordinary stories of the humans of Republic.
Happy reading and Happy Thanksgiving to our friends south of the border. #FreeYourStory
Forever #TeamPineapple, eh?
Kathy Murphy, President
With all of the difficult news in my feed this past week, one tasty story really appealed to me.
It turns out that a year and a half ago, the President of Iceland, Gudni Johannesson, waded into a juicy controversy when he stated he was “fundamentally opposed” to pineapple on pizza and that he even wanted to ban it as a pizza topping.
Here in Canada we call pizza with pineapple (typically joined by ham or bacon) a Hawaiian Pizza and we should feel a strong sense of pride because – notwithstanding the fact it’s named after the 50th State of the Union - the Hawaiian pizza is Canadian; the creation of southern Ontario restaurateur Sam Panopoulos.
As it turns out, many of us are willing to get to ‘the core’ of the issue. The president’s comments turned the online world ‘upside-down’. Even our prime minister got into the twitter debate, declaring himself a member of #TeamPineapple.
Well, in an interview on CBC’s As It Happens last week, President Johannesson reflected back on his ‘un-savory’ comments. He spoke about the experience and how it gave him an appreciation for the importance of maintaining the integrity of his office and not getting into unnecessary ‘crushing’ issues. FWIW - He also suggested that seafood is a better topping (NB: seafood is a major export for Iceland).
Listening to this piece left me asking a few questions:
1) How can international politicians find time to delve into topics like pizza toppings?
2) Why isn’t the Hawaiian Canada’s national pizza?
3) Who doesn’t like Hawaiian pizza?
It turns out, I’m not the only one asking questions. A recent National Post story reported that not every Canadian likes pineapple as a pizza topping. Even here within our borders, pineapple is a contentious topic with many Millennials choosing not to order the sweet fruit for their “za” and some even saying they couldn’t be friends with a Hawaiian pizza lover.
So, with my taste buds on my sleeve, I’d like to know where Zeitlines readers stand on the issue. Are you on #TeamPineapple? Should the Hawaiian be Canada’s national pizza? Let us know. Send us an email at email@example.com!
Let's Talk Turkey
Beverley Hammond, CEO
It’s American Thanksgiving and the beginning of the season of traditions. Here’s one we thought you may want to know a bit about: The Presidential Turkey Pardon.
An event recorded as far back as Lincoln, it started as the gift of a live turkey to POTUS for Thanksgiving. In the Truman era it became an official presentation by the National Turkey Federation and included a media event held in the White House Rose Garden.
The motive was to present the president and his family with a turkey, not for pardoning but for dinner. Over the years fewer turkeys were eaten than freed (read: donated to petting zoos and children’s farms by the first families).
In the early ‘80s when President Reagan was asked an unrelated question by a reporter about Iran-contra pardons during the ceremony, he jokingly replied that he might “pardon” the turkey instead. But it was George H.W. Bush who officially launched the Pardoning Ceremony when in 1989 – with animal rights activists shouting in the background – he declared: “Let me assure you, and this fine tom turkey, that he will not end up on anyone’s dinner table, not this guy – he’s granted a presidential pardon as of right now.” And so began the official Presidential Turkey Pardoning Ceremony. It has been an annual event, so-named ever since.
This week President Trump also pardoned two turkeys in the Rose Garden. And they weren’t Paul Manafort and Michael Cohen.
I AM REPUBLIC
Genevieve Raveau – What’s In A Name?
Genevieve Raveau, Account Manager
This story dates back to the day I was born. Bear with me.
“My name is Genevieve.”
Born in India with the name Genevieve, did not help me in the least. Especially not during my formative years. No one had heard of it and no one could pronounce it. If you have come to know me since I was about 18 years old, you would know me as Genevieve. But, not before.
Because, until then, I hated my name.
I was born on April 20, 1990 in a private hospital in New Delhi. Right there, my grandmother told my dad I should be named Genevieve. Like everyone else in India, I don’t think my dad had even heard the name before. It took him a decade to just get the spelling right. As the name was long and difficult for Indians to understand, my parents decided to nickname me Jenny.
I went by Jenny.
I learned to spell my looong name before I was three years old. Thankfully spelling always came easy for me. But I was used to being called Jenny, and I preferred it that way. While the name worked well for me through my nursery school years, it all changed when I entered “BIG school”.
I was five years old and I remember standing in line at the book counter with my parents, while they collected my school books. I just loved books. I admit it, I was that happy nerd who would start studying during my summer holidays, before the academic year even began.
So, back to the book counter. I was too little to peer over. Even when I stood on my tippy-toes. So, I gave up trying and I just listened.
“Name of child?”
That’s when I protested for the first time. “No, I’m Jenny. Mama, next time can you give my name as Jenny?”
I don’t really know why or how I started to really dislike “Genevieve”, but by the age of five, I was embarrassed by it. There were many times when I tried to hang onto “Jenny”. In one instance, I wrote “Jenny” on my test sheet. I was sent home with a letter from the teacher to my mother. She wanted me to write “Genevieve” 100 times because she thought I did not know how to spell it.
The worst part of Kindergarten for me was that they made us carry navy blue cloth bags with our names stitched across the front in golden thread. I used to wear my bag around my shoulders in such a way, that the “Genevieve” side was hidden.
It’s surprising to think that a child such as I, could despise my name to this extent, especially since today I am quite confident about it. So, what made me finally like it? Its meaning.
I did not know the meaning of my name until I was 18. My parents did not know the meaning of my name either. It was just given to me. My parents had accepted it, as I had.
Genevieve, of French origin, simply means, “woman of the people”, or “the woman who leads [the people]”.
Knowing the meaning of my name, totally changed my perspective. This is also around the time, I found out how I was actually named.
My grandmother was a Canadian citizen and spent her retired years between Canada and India. A few years before I was born, she came across an old book in Canada titled “Genevieve”. Intrigued, she read the entire book and felt inspired by the protagonist of the book – a young woman who helped her people. The day I was born, my grandmother was one of the first people to hold me. As she looked down at me, the name came back to her and she said, “This is Genevieve.”
Over the years, as I allowed people to call me by my real name, I started growing into it. I became it. I always had a passion for people, but I soon found myself following down the path of serving people. Making a difference in the lives of people is what satisfied me. Anything that interested me related to people. When I wrote poetry, it was about someone. When I took photographs, I photographed people. When I decided to stand for president of student government at my college… and then won the election, it was because I sincerely wanted to be the change for people.
Now, ten years later, I find myself living in Canada and married to a French man. How ironic. While everyone here in this beautiful country can pronounce my name right (finally!), they often mistake me for being from Montreal. But, I can live with that!
While I learn to explore myself in a country that accepts all cultures and gives us all the freedom to be who we are, I am most grateful for the opportunity to grow at Republic. This is a company that believes in empathy and understanding people as the starting point for every project– for ourselves and for our clients. I could not have found a better fit.
Today, I am the proud owner of a beautiful name that has helped me realize – and has perhaps even shaped - who I am. Without doubt, without hesitation – I am Genevieve.
What’s your name?