I just wanted to update my resume. Instead, I accidentally proved how a multi-billion-dollar AI tool hallucinates a glass ceiling for women.

I changed a single variable: My name.

Here is what happened when "Jennifer" became "Jeff." I fed Gemini, Google's AI tool, my old resume, my current info, case studies, and the kinds of roles I wanted, and asked it to write me a new resume. Simple. Except it wasn’t.

The first thing I noticed was the softening.

I’m seeing a long, conservative rant being shared around and it’s got a lot of misinformation in it. Let’s break it down using open data and statistics. “Life expectancy has dropped by four years. That’s not a blip. That’s collapse.”

In 2019 the life expectancy in Canada was 82.2 years. In 2024, it was 81.7 years. You know what changed? A global pandemic. That’s only a 6 month difference, not 4 years.

Teachers saved my life. They fed me when I had no breakfast or lunch. They let me come into class early and leave late so I didn’t have to be home. They paid for my field trips and made separate forms so my parents couldn’t say no or feel shame that we couldn’t afford it. They believed in me and encouraged me all day which balanced out the abuse at night. Teachers leant me books and kept me curious and excited about learning. Teachers gave me the confidence to win my first poetry content at 11 and my first written article at 12.

This week Andy and I made a Christmas miracle happen. Tenesea (13) said her Christmas wish was to have us celebrate before she goes to Edmonton to see family on the 15th and to have Andy with us. I thought it was impossible for many reasons but we managed to… 1) Get 2 big glass doors into Andy’s truck in a safe enough way for him to stay another night 2) quickly put up a ton of Christmas lights in the village square for charity 3) hit up Costco for Christmas dinner necessities - chicken tacos, sparking juice and Christmas crackers

21 years-ago today I started dating a man who seemed like a dream. He was charming, funny, and promised me the world. I felt so loved and cherished. He moved most of his stuff into my apartment a few weeks later. I was happy he wanted to spend so much time with me. We were the couple that everyone strived to be - caring, loving and fun to be around. We had a Christmas together and his family accepted me with open arms. I felt like I belonged somewhere for the first time in my life. I was so damn happy.

I realized a few weeks ago (with the help of my therapist) that a lot of the pushing myself hard at the gym wasn’t enjoyment, it was punishing myself for not feeling like I was enough. I was obsessed with numbers and tore myself down for not hitting milestones/expectations. I agreed to try something new. Instead of going to the gym, I would go to the forest. Instead of tracking stats and listening to loud music, I would go as long as I wanted and as fast as I wanted and listen to the forest.