In case you were wondering, I'm a female. The most common question I'm asked is whether or not my name is short for something. It's not.
Now I'll answer the second-most-asked question: My mother was watching a bad TV movie starring Pierce Brosnan (yes, he was around 34 years ago--his daughter's my age!). Somewhere in that movie was a nurse--or at least my mother thinks she was a nurse--named Jory. Being very pregnant and impressionable at the time, my mother took the name.
I'm a media consultant, working with businesses and media companies on communications strategy. I've written on women’s business issues, marketing, blogging, and entrepreneurship for Fast Company, Inc., and Corante, and a lot of random stuff for such pubs as The San Francisco Chronicle Magazine, Worthwhile, and The New York Times (I'll never let that clip die). My book, Work and the Single Girl, and an essay on corporate authenticity in More Space: Nine Antidotes to Complacency in Business came from ideas that I developed here, in my little ol' digital bastion of corporate dissatisfaction.
I'm a co-founder of BlogHer, an organization that creates opportunities for women bloggers to pursue exposure, education, economic empowerment, and community. Cool people know about it.
I live with my husband, a landscape architect working in San Francisco. He's a hardcore cyclist who enjoys riding up hills until he thinks he's going to black out. He cooks for me, so it all works out.
I'm a 3 on the Enneagram, a Gemini, and common sense isn't one of my virtues.
Wine (red/white/pricey/Trader Joes/whatever, as long as it's good), chocolate, frozen yogurt, Starbucks, anything with the word 'chipotle' in it, sushi, tofu, The New Yorker, self-help books, pop psychology, Europe, foreign films, Amadeus, yoga, the color red, The East Coast (as long as I don't have to make a living there), any book/movie/article inferring there's an Afterlife, did I mention wine?