Friday, September 20, 2013

Spam? I Don't Know Whether to Be Annoyed or Flattered

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Apparently, Edit This Blog, which is a week shy of 3 years old, finally got enough web traffic to attract spammers.

In the past week or two, I've had 3 spam comments, which of course I deleted. They typically include some generic "nice blog post" remark followed by a link back to their own site (I assume so, anyway; I'm not about to give them the satisfaction of clicking on it).

As annoying as spam is, I find it hilarious that my humble little blog is actually getting spammed.

PSA, spammers: I think my readership may be, like, 25 people. Run along now and spam some blog that's actually a big deal. You're welcome!

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Why Adam Weinstein's Rage Gives Me Hope

By now you've probably seen this Huffington Post article, seeing as how it's been "liked" on Facebook nearly a million times:

Why Generation Y Yuppies Are Unhappy

Basically the article says Generation Y is unhappy because they were raised to feel that they were "special" and entitled to an awesome life, and that attitude recently collided with the Great Recession. Here's a quote that sums it all up:
Paul Harvey, a University of New Hampshire professor... finds that Gen Y has "unrealistic expectations and a strong resistance toward accepting negative feedback," and "an inflated view of oneself." He says that "a great source of frustration for people with a strong sense of entitlement is unmet expectations. They often feel entitled to a level of respect and rewards that aren't in line with their actual ability and effort levels."
You may also have seen this rebuttal by Adam Weinstein:

Fuck You. I'm Gen Y, and I Don't Feel Special or Entitled, Just Poor.

Gen Y Is Not the Problem, And Not the Point

I think the Huff Post article makes a good point. Thwarted expectations are the root cause of much of the anger, sadness, and disappointment in human existence.

But it overgeneralizes. I mean, come on, as if everybody born between the late 70s and the mid 90s is EXACTLY THE SAME.

And even if they did have unrealistic expectations at first, Gen Y has been in the workforce for quite a while now. Unpaid "internships," ridiculous corporate demands for productivity, and stagnant wages drove away the rainbows and unicorns very quickly.

You can feel that cynicism in Weinstein's rebuttal:
“Stop feeling special” is some shitty advice. I don’t feel special or entitled, just poor. ... I’ve tempered the hell out of my expectations of work... And I’m still poor and in debt... Last weekend my baby had a fever, and we contemplated taking him to the ER, and my first thought was - had to be - “Oh God, that could wipe out our bank account! Maybe he can just ride it out?” 
One commenter blasted Weinstein, accusing him of being part of "A generation that grew up with soccer games that weren't scored because we wanted everyone to feel like a winner. A generation that went to school with sliding scale grades that allowed everyone to pass every class."

Weinstein responded with rage:
I never got a trophy for participation in my life. I'm a state college grad, too. I've taught judgy head-up-rectum holier-than-thous like you. ... You want to talk to me about my entitlement? Name a streetcorner, dipshit. Better bring a friend if you have one.
I've seen plenty of debate on the topics of Generation Y and entitlement. And I've seen plenty of employees hanging on in quiet desperation through this recession.

But rarely have I seen such anger and fighting words.

I am happy to see that rage.

I'm happy because the bullshit has gone on long enough. Middle-class wages have been stagnant in America for a long time. Executives make hundreds of times what workers earn. The minimum wage is a joke. Costs for key necessities—education, health care, gasoline—have skyrocketed over the past two decades.

I have felt that pinch personally. I've worked for the past 15 months in a "temp" job with no benefits and lower pay than I was earning 3 years ago. I've been laid off twice over the past 5 years, and I cobbled together a string of contract gigs to pay the bills. During those in-between periods of unemployment, the bills piled up. Raising a family is expensive, and unstable employment is an incredible source of stress.

ALL generations are suffering in this recession. Not just Gen Y.

I can see why Weinstein and others are pissed off. They're having as much trouble as everybody else making ends meet in a depressed economy (arguably MORE trouble, since they have more student loan debt than any generation before them). Then articles like the Huff Post article add insult to injury by telling Gen Y that their misery is THEIR OWN FAULT because they didn't work hard enough and had "unrealistic expectations."

I think it's a perfectly realistic expectation to be able to feed your family and pay your rent on a full-time job. I'm glad Adam Weinstein and others in Gen Y share that expectation. And I'm glad they're mad about it:
You are welcome to work your wage slave job with more hours for less pay, but I'm sick of it and refuse to accept it. –Eshln242 
The solution to the country being fucked up is not "climb over your fellow man and grab that brass ring." It is "make the country less fucked up." And the first step to that is people standing up and saying that there is a problem. –IMissTheOldInternet 
Class warfare? Sure, I'm down... I had a conversation with a guy at the bar who was making $4 million a YEAR, and I asked him to explain to me why he should get a tax break. ... Minus all of his expenses, he nets $1.5M a year, and couldn't defend against kicking in $250k more and still net $1.25M. That, right there, I think is the problem ... the inability to come up with a rational answer to why rich people can't give a little more and still have pantsload of money and not say the equivalent of "Because!" or "I worked hard for this money". Guess what, people work just as hard as you, cupcake, and don't get paid back. –hyattch
I used to think Americans were too lazy to take to the streets about anything. Maybe Gen Y will change that. Write their own version of events. If being called "special snowflakes" fuels that fire, then maybe that Huff Post article wasn't just a bunch of tired overgeneralizations after all.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

7 Thoughts About Turning 37

The author. I promise that's
not a roll of toilet paper on
the left.
I turned 37 last week. While birthdays are not a huge deal to me anymore, this one made me more reflective than others. It's kind of in the middle, you know? I'm not a spring chicken anymore, but I'm far from decrepit. It's a nice place to be, really. But it did produce a few reflections.
  1. There are lines on my face now. But only when I smile. Or when the sunlight is really bright. Or when fluorescent lights are on. Oh, who am I kidding.

    In my 20s, I used to identify with song lyrics like:

         "I'm standing on the rooftop, shout it out!
         Baby, I'm ready to go!" –Republica


         "Hot child in the city!" –Nick Glider

    Nowadays I identify with song lyrics like:

         "The morning sun, when it's in your face,
         really shows your age." –Rod Stewart


         "Every time I look in the mirror, all these
         lines in my face getting clearer..." –Aerosmith


  2.  
    The weekend ponytail. I don't care
    how gray I get, I am keeping it long
    enough for a pony, even if I look like
    Marilla from "Anne of Green Gables."
    Apparently I'm still young enough to get away with acting ditzy to get favors. In a store today, I approached a tall, handsome man standing next to a shelf, smiled up at him, and said, "Could you do me a huge favor? Would you grab one of those applesauce jars for me? I can't reach that high." He smiled back and handed me the jar.

    At least I think I'm still young enough. It could be that he was humoring me. Or maybe he thought I might be a cougar on the prowl. Or he was shocked by my weekend "fashion sense"—no makeup, baseball hat over my unshampooed ponytail, grubby jeans—and figured he'd get rid of me as quickly as possible before I asked him for directions back to "the home."

  3. When buying alcohol, I still get carded every once in a blue moon. But I just laugh and hand them my driver's license and keep laughing while they check it, because yeah right.

  4. I have a few gray hairs now. Well, not right this second. Because I pulled them all out. Just a few have made their appearance so far, and I'm still in that delusional phase where I pluck them. But it's only a matter of time before they return with vengeful armies of their peers, bent on total conquest of my scalp.

    The gray hairs first appeared sometime in my mid-30s. I can't remember my exact age, but it was shortly after I had kids. That's what's known as NOT a coincidence.

  5.  
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    I'm a prime number now, baby! This fills my inner math geek with delight.

  6. It's absolutely true what they say about your 30s. They are better than your 20s, because you still look pretty good but you're tons more confident. Translation: you look pretty good with the right makeup and ambient lighting, but it doesn't matter because you don't really give a crap what people think anyway.

  7. My dad visited this weekend. He said, "Thirty-seven. Boy, that sounds young." And that gave me pause. Because it's all relative. When I was a kid, 37 sounded ancient. To my dad, now in his 60s, it sounds like youth.

    I like this middle place. I can see back, and I can look forward. I like where I've been, and I like where I'm at now. I'd say I'm looking forward to my future, but I don't want to jinx myself. Uh-oh... is a superstitious nature a sign of aging? Ciao, ya'll... I need to go apply my anti-wrinkle cream.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Why I Love the Movie "Brave"

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My 4-year-old daughter, Maggie, loves the movie Brave. And when I say "loves," I mean "is borderline obsessed with." We've watched it so many times, I could probably recite the script from memory.

While watching the film, Maggie rides her toy horse and pretends to shoot arrows from a "bow" made from two pens. She acts out the rock-climbing scene by scaling our couch and perching precariously on its arm, her own arms stretched triumphantly toward the ceiling as she shouts "Woo-hoooooo!" just like the movie's main character.

I thought the movie was a little silly at first (it is a kids' movie, after all, and I'm old and cranky and cynical). But it has grown on me.

Here's what I love.

1. Merida's insanely curly hair. It's the classic symbol of the free-spirited woman who will not be tamed (except by her own choice, of course). Merida follows in the footsteps of Carrie Bradshaw, Hermione Grainger, Claire Randall from Outlander, Skeeter from The Help, and many others.

Merida is the first Disney princess to rock unruly curls. As a naturally curly girl myself, I love that. You'd think that distinction might have belonged to Tiana, Disney's only African-American princess, but Tiana's curls were always pulled back. And the half-hearted waves on  Esmeralda and Belle are not "curls" by any stretch.

Check out this great piece from Pixar's blog. Who knew it's even harder to manage curly hair in pixels than in real life?
Merida has more than 1500 individually sculpted, curly red strands that generate about 111,700 total hairs. Brenda Chapman insisted upon Merida having such curly hair, which was very difficult to create. Claudia Chung, the simulation superviser, said, "We've never seen anything like Merida's curly hair. Technically, that was incredibly hard to achieve." ... The results were so pleasing that they used the program to create all the other hair in the film, from Angus's fur to the triplet's hairstyles. It took three years and left them only six months to finish the rest of their work on the film. 

2. The 10th-century Scotland setting. Watching this movie has opened up all kinds of conversations with my daughter about history, social customs, and language. My 4-year-old can now explain phrases like "will-o-the-wisp" and "stuff her gob."

Maggie is too young for some of the conversations we could have. As she gets older, I hope we can talk about why it was considered important for Merida to get married in that time and place. And why Merida's mom insisted on teaching her geography, music, and public speaking, even though those lessons bored Merida at the time. And which of Merida's actions were truly brave. And what both Merida and her mother learned from their adventures, and from their mistakes.

3. Merida's independent spirit. She's bold, energetic, outspoken, tomboyish, and thrill-seeking. For me, her spiritedness makes her a thousand times easier to relate to than any other Disney princess.

Merida comes right out and declares that she's not ready to get married because she wants her freedom. "I don't want my life to be over," she says. It's hard to explain just how refreshing that is. It makes her pretty unique not only among Disney heroines, but among female movie characters, period.

She's one of the only Disney protagonists who doesn't have a love interest (Sulley from Monsters, Inc. and Remy from Ratatouille being the others). Sure, by the end she's more open to the idea of marriage, and she flirts with boys from the other clans. But it was her choice, and it was not the focus of the movie. What a nice change from the standard love story.

4. The bits of dark humor. Like when Merida's mom is saying, "A princess should be compassionate!", and right behind her, a cook lops off a chicken's head. Thanks, Pixar and Disney, for throwing in little winks for the parents' benefit. It makes it a lot easier to sit through the movie for the 147th time.

Friday, August 23, 2013

The Mystery of the Morning Moan

Nickname: "Trouble"
So, yesterday morning, as usual, I was in the shower. Outside the shower, as usual, my 16-month-old daughter was playing with toys on the bath mat.

I keep her in there with me while I shower because, while the house is pretty much baby-proofed, she's a toddler and she does dumb stuff. I don't want to stroll out in my bathrobe and find her chewing on a shoe.

What Is That Sound? 

As I was soaping my hair, suddenly I heard a noise. A low-pitched moaning sound, like someone who was in pain. Oooo. Oooooooo. It was coming from my daughter. I'd never heard a baby make a noise like that before. I'd seldom heard a human being make a noise like that before.

Alarmed, I poked my head out from behind the shower curtain. Is that really her? Is she hurt? If so, why is she moaning and not crying?

There was my angelic little kid, looking back at me.

And holding up a stuffed cow.

"Moooooooooooo," she said. "MOOOOOOOOOOO."

Well, then.

You know what rhymes with moo?  

Whew.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Girl Scout Cookie Bars and the Walgreens Win

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If you have yet to experience the delight that is Girl Scout Cookie candy bars, stop reading now and hightail it to your nearest Walgreens.

In the opinion of my sweet tooth, they are the greatest candy bars ever. The Thin Mint variety tastes exactly like a Thin Mint Girl Scout cookie. The Caramel & Coconut is a close second. And to my husband, the Peanut Butter Creme is manna from heaven.

But that's not the big win. I'll get to that.

"Limited Edition"—Yeah, Right

These little nuggets of awesome say "Limited Edition" all over the wrapper. Even though I know this is a marketing ploy to sell more candy bars, I don't care. My give-a-damn takes a nap when my taste buds are this satisfied.

Except they are sort of "limited edition." Not all Walgreens stores carry them. And they're often sold out. And they appear to be sold only during the summertime. So, when I do see them, I tend to buy several.

Last weekend, I hadn't eaten one since a month or two ago. I think you can see where this is going.

Saturday Night's Triple Win

Saturday night, my husband and I went to a house party at a friend's. On the way home, we got the munchies and decided we'd stop and grab dessert. We knew there was a bakery on our walk home from the train. Alas, it was closed.

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So we ended up at Walgreens. We figured we could find something there to satisfy our cravings, even if it was one of those mass-produced, plastic-wrapped Nemo's Carrot Cake squares that I have no business loving, but do.

I made a beeline for the candy aisle. Rows of Hershey, Nestle, and Cadbury goodies stared back at me, but none of my beloved Girl Scout Cookie bars.

Oh well. I grabbed a deLish Caramel Kingdom chocolate bar, my husband settled for some Oreos, and we headed for the checkout.

Our cashier was a man we've seen a few times before, this being our friendly neighborhood Walgreens. As we dropped our treats on the counter, I couldn't resist asking him: "Do you guys have any of those Girl Scout Cookie candy bars?"

Nirvana.
The cashier pointed behind me at a checkout display. Jackpot! Not only did they have the bars, they had entire boxes of them! My husband and I may have actually cheered (several glasses of wine may have been consumed that evening). We grabbed a couple of boxes each, figuring we could freeze the extras and eat them all winter long.

The cashier's eyes twinkled as he rang us up.

As he handed me my receipt, he pointed to it.

"There's a phone number on here," he said, "for Cookie Intervention."

We were halfway home before we stopped laughing.

What a triple win—a date night, hard-to-find sweet treats, and unexpected humor.

In closing, I leave you with some wise words from the Dr. Demento show:


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Saturday, August 17, 2013

A PSA From Parents to Non-Parents

If you do not live with the pain in the ass blessing of having your own small children, I’ll bet you may have an idea or two about people who do have young kids.

Maybe your ideas go something like this:

  • It’s unfair how parents get preferential treatment at work. They get to leave early to pick their kid up from daycare while I am left holding the bag. 
  • I see parents in public whose kids are misbehaving and the parents are standing there doing NOTHING about it. WTF? What crappy parents they must be. 
  • Parents are such clichés, always sharing a zillion photos of their rug rats, always talking about the kids nonstop.
  • When little kids misbehave, it’s the parents’ fault. 
  • Why do parents complain so much about being parents? It’s THEIR CHOICE. They should suck it up and STFU. 
  • Parents of young kids are so rude, taking up entire sidewalks and store aisles with their strollers, making so much noise, not giving a damn about anyone but their kids and their kids’ needs. Therefore it’s okay to be rude back to them. 

I know you’re thinking those things. I know because I used to be you. For many years I would get crabby at the sight of small children in public. No matter how angelic their little faces looked, I would step around them warily, as if they were a bomb about to explode into an ear-splitting, food-throwing tantrum. 

Then I had a couple of kids myself. Did this make me love small children in public? No. Loving your own kids is way different from loving ALL kids. And heck, it’s even hard to love your own kids when they’re throwing the tantrum from hell.

Let's Spread Some Understanding



But having kids did give me two things that I never had before (at least, not in relation to kids or parents):
  1. Understanding 
  2. Tolerance 
Aren’t those two things the key to peace between people? I believe they are. And I’d like to see more peace, love, and understanding between parents and non-parents.

In that spirit, let’s start by straightening out a few facts, shall we? Let’s have a look at the ideas I mentioned above.

1. It’s unfair how parents get preferential treatment at work. They get to leave early to pick their kid up from daycare while I am left holding the bag.

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I urge you to consider the truly unfair element in this situation: Companies that make their employees work such long hours that leaving to make a 6 p.m. daycare pickup seems “early.”

ALL employees have lives outside work—parents or not. ALL employees deserve to leave work at a reasonable hour. Employees who are burned out do not become more productive. They lose morale and look for other jobs. In my opinion, companies are unwise to ask any employee to work late, either routinely or at the last minute.

Also, daycares don’t stay open all night. It’s not practical to expect every parent to have somebody else available to pick their kid up when duty calls at work. It’s also impractical to expect people to stop having kids, or for kids to stop having needs, just because it’s not fair to the parents’ co-workers.

Finally, LIFE is not fair. It’s not fair that folks with no kids have infinite freedom while parents have none. It was our choice to have kids, and it was your choice not to. All choices come with results.

2. I see parents in public whose kids are misbehaving and the parents are standing there doing NOTHING about it. WTF? What crappy parents they must be. 

Sometimes the right approach to a child’s bratty behavior or tantrum is to ignore it.

I believe that if such behavior occurs in a store, restaurant, or another public place where a reasonable level of peace and quiet is expected, the parent should take the child outside until they are calm again. But if it occurs on the sidewalk, or on a plane? There’s no “outside” to bring them to.

Unless parents are banned from all public places, there’s always going to be some noise from kids, some of the time. Insert "high school students" into that sentence in place of "parents"—still true. Some people are just noisy.

3. Parents are such clichés, always sharing a zillion photos of their rug rats, always talking about the kids nonstop.

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Have you ever had a project or hobby that was a labor of love for you? Maybe you’re really into your dog—you got him as a puppy and trained him yourself. Maybe you’re into building furniture by hand. Or blogging. Or fishing.

Whatever it is, you put a lot of time, blood, sweat, and tears into it. Naturally, you’re proud of the results, so you share them.

That’s what children are. A labor of love. Because believe me, we parents wouldn’t put up with so much crap from them if we didn’t love them.

4. When kids misbehave, it’s the parents’ fault. 

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Have you ever tried to control another person’s behavior? Tried to make them behave the way you want them to behave, down to their every move?

It’s impossible. No human being can control another human being like a marionette.

Of course parents must teach kids how to behave like civilized human beings. But do you think that learning takes place instantly? I assure you, it does not. Perhaps you’re familiar with the phrase, “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times!” – Said every parent ever, to every child ever.

So when you’re witnessing a child’s uncivilized behavior in public, know that you’re witnessing a work in progress. It may annoy you, but it can’t be helped, unless the day comes when children can be programmed like robots with the touch of a button.

5. Why do parents complain so much about being parents? It’s THEIR CHOICE. They should suck it up and STFU. 

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I think the more appropriate question here is, “Why do PEOPLE complain so much”? Even people with easy lives find things to complain about. Rich people complain about the contractors who remodeled their mansions. People surrounded by books, iPads, and cable TV complain about being bored.

Some things are worth complaining about. Like true hardship.

Let’s say your friend goes skiing, and she breaks her leg, and you ask how she’s doing, and she tells you, “I’m not gonna lie, it hurts like a bitch.” Do you say, “Quit complaining! It was YOUR CHOICE to be a skier”? I would hope you don’t.

Let’s say you get to work, and you’re in the kitchen getting coffee, and you ask a co-worker how he’s doing. He says, “I’ve had better mornings. There was an accident on the highway and my commute took 3 hours in bumper-to-bumper traffic. That totally sucked.” Do you say, “Oh, shut up. It was YOUR CHOICE to live in the suburbs”? I should think not.

I expect you to extend the same courtesy to parents who complain about extreme sleep deprivation and violations of basic human dignity, like being pooped on and barfed on by another person.

6. Parents of young kids are so rude, taking up entire sidewalks and store aisles with their strollers, making so much noise, not giving a damn about anyone but their kids and their kids’ needs. Therefore it’s okay to be rude back to them. 

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Parents are not doing those things to be rude. In fact, most of us regret the inconvenience our kids sometimes cause total strangers.

Strollers are necessary because they keep toddlers contained so they don’t trip other people or knock down store displays.

Kids make noise because that’s just what kids do. Think of the child like a barking dog. You do what you can, but ultimately—Dogs bark. Small children cry. Them’s the facts.

Eventually kids can be taught decorum and subtlety. But that learning does not occur instantly, and certainly not while they’re between 0 and 2 years old.

Parents are hyper-focused on their kids’ needs because kids are freaking needy, especially when they’re small. Babies can’t do anything for themselves, so somebody’s gotta do it.

The Bottom Line

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None of us are obligated to like children, or their parents. But we are obligated to be polite and civilized to one another.

So when you get the urge to act uncharitably toward a parent, I urge you to do the following. Imagine your own mom, back in the day, walking down the sidewalk with Baby You in a stroller. That thing you were about to do, would you want someone to do that to YOUR mother? If not, then please refrain, and know that you are doing your part for peace between parents and non-parents.