One of my all time favorite films is the original House Party that came out in 1990. Growing up, I would pop that tape into the VCR and watch it at least once a week. I rocked a flat top hair style. I even hosted my own house party freshman year in high school.
Now – these many years later, with a bald head and not VCR in sight – that movie and the whole idea of a house party has reemerged to represent something new for me: a metaphor for psychological safety.
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Daryn R. Cambridge 