OMG! Randi was tooting her horn in Vogue this morning:
I loved every minute of working at Facebook, the company my brother started, where I took on a variety of roles culminating in head of consumer marketing. Most days, I still think about it and miss it the way you would a fantastic gap year of travel that you know you could never re-create even if you went back to the same places with the same people. I loved the idea of connecting the world, but I also longed to express the other side of myself, the one that had been to Broadway shows throughout my childhood, that had played Nancy in Oliver! and Ado Annie in Oklahoma! in school productions, and toured with an amateur opera group in summer. The one that sang with the a cappella group the Harvard Opportunes in college. I formed an eighties rock cover band, Feedbomb, with current and former colleagues, and sang in a hotel piano bar while at the World Economic Forum in Davos to unwind after a long day of conferences. Many of my peers were critical of these pursuits, seeing in them a lack of seriousness. Perhaps there was simply a bigger target on my back because I was a Zuckerberg. Or perhaps it was my gender, since in my experience we were judged more harshly than men. Extracurricular activities deemed appropriate by the tech community were centered on showcasing how hard core you were: triathlons, Ironman races, heli-skiing.
Why are there no women in tech?! Because Randi was unhappy and left! It gets better:
Then, two years ago, I received an unexpected phone call: The producers of Rock of Ages, an eighties musical on Broadway, were looking for a new guest star, one who would bring in a social-media audience. Did I want to perform in their production for a few weeks? After glancing around my living room to make sure I wasn’t being punked, it sank in that this was an actual offer—and I burst into tears.
Those weeks on Broadway were a revelation. I threw myself into learning the dance numbers and solo songs my part required, buoyed by a wonderfully welcoming team. Stepping out for my debut performance distilled for me everything I loved and had put on ice. Though I was obliged to unplug for several hours a day (unheard of for me), I felt at home on that stage. The intimacy, the focus, and the support from my castmates created an atmosphere not unlike that of a start-up. The producers asked me to prolong my run, but I had discovered I was pregnant again, so I needed to part with my sparkly leotard.
The producers of touron attraction “Rock of Ages” seriously thought Randi Zuckerberg would pack in the seats? From this point on, she trashes Silicon Valley, where her connection to her brother made her rich if not exactly famous: http://www.vogue.com/13438204/randi-zuckerberg-silicon-valley-facebook-new-york/
Oh, Randi, since you’re back in The Big Apple, won’t you please bring back bicoastal birthcray?! I’d kill to watch you try to manage an aya-swilling Ali Shanti while Michael Ellsberg is showing you his collection of whips.