I am a recent graduate of the public history graduate program at Rutgers University. I currently serve as the digital media coordinator for the Mid-Atlantic Regional Center for the Humanities, where I wrangle bloggers and tackle our social media platforms.
In the last two years I've created an oral history database using StoriesMatter for the Salem County Historical Society, collected data on school group attendance for the education department at Cleveland's Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and I've digitized the Balch Institute Ethnic Images in Advertising Collection at the Historical Society of Pennsylvania. I volunteer at the Alice Paul Institute in Mt. Laurel, New Jersey and the Digital Center at HSP.
In my spare time I am often silly and irreverent.
Pick a museum. Read their mission statement. Visit that museum. Poke around, look at stuff. Look at their store. What are they selling? Check out their posted events. Do they match the mission? Read visitor reviews online. Do they seem to be in line with museum staff and BOT intentions?
The museum I chose:
The Museum of Sex, a for-profit museum in New York.
I am edging dangerously close to inappropriate puns in my writing. Like “as I probed deeper into the museum.” Really? Yes, really. But how can you blame me when the museum calls itself MoSex? They’re sort of asking for it, right? I think I’m going to blame the cold medicine and not my juvenile mind.
(this is actually an issue with this museum. They have this awesome mission statement about encouraging discussion and learning about human sexuality, but then they sell an $80 rubber “Dick Pillow” in the store.)