Category: political animal

how do SAHMs vote?

how do SAHMs vote?

as someone who has a masters in political science/public policy (you know, back before i traded in my brain for motherhood ;-), i wonder whether linda hirshman is being a bit narrow in her interpretation. frankly, the majority of americans have no earthly clue about politics, how they’re represented, or frankly most issues facing us. it really isn’t just us SAHMs. she’s right about the real simple business, i’m sure; but substitute maxim or some other magazine for men, and i’d say men and women are on par here. frankly, most presidential elections since i can remember (and that would be the 1970s for me) have been won or lost more on character traits of the candidates than actual issues. for example, while some say carter lost because of iran, what really mowed him down IMHO was the charisma (and i say that between gritted teeth; i am not a fan of the gipper’s) of reagan. and don’t get me started on the character (ha!) traits that helped Dubya win. at least once 😉

the other night, i was trying desperately to fall asleep, and i turned on the TV in a vain hope to bore myself. i ended up watching “one versus 100,” a new game show on at p.m. one question asked involved the name of the president of iran. besides his name, the other potential answers were “albondigas” (a type of food) and “azerbijan” (you know, a former soviet republic.) when the host asked one woman why she chose azerbijan, she said that “it sounded like something she had heard once on the news.” but she had no earthly idea what it was. that pretty much sums up for me the political awareness of the majority of american voters. for whatever reason — too many other commitments in life, lack of education, complete non-interest — most americans have no clue about our political world nor do they care to spend much time understanding the nuances. (or maybe it has become too complex; i don’t know.)

sure, here in DC, you obviously get more of the interested folks. but even so, we are still part of the country, and not everyone has the time or inclination to study the issues when there are diapers to change or carpools to run — or even clocks to punch at jobs. i guess what i’m trying to say is that i think it isn’t really valuable for her to look anecdotally at SAHMs in this way; i suspect plenty of WOHMs, SAHDs, or WOHDs — frankly, people in general in the US, working or not, parents or not, are not engaged in the political process or in issues overall. in short, i bet she would get similar responses from a random sample of people, period. the argument seems flawed to me.

happy birthday to ya

happy birthday to ya

today is dr. king’s birthday. i tried to spend a few minutes with BC explaining why dr. king should be celebrated. we talked about how when i was young, there were states that didn’t want to have a day set aside to honor dr. king. and because you know that whenever i explain something, there’s usually a musical angle to it, i told her about stevie wonder writing happy birthday as a way to lobby americans to have this day. so now, we’re all dancing around the family room to steveland.

happy birthday!

welcoming men to the mommy track

welcoming men to the mommy track

meet two of my stay-at-home-mom friends. one has an MBA with hardcore financial credentials and experience. one has an MA in public policy and has run several local and regional political campaigns. both high-achievers are stuck firmly in the quagmire known as workplace re-entry — a scary realm formerly reserved for stay-at-home-moms only, a place where it didn’t matter that you ran the world prior to motherhood — a place where what have you done lately? is the scariest question around. powerful moms like this are very common here in DC, much more than are their male counterparts.

thus, it’s refreshing to see that stay-at-home dads are now quaking over how employers view their time away once they need to return to the workplace. will they be devalued by employers just as the stay-at-home-moms have been, or will they pave the way to a more useful conversation — a more global idea of how to allow flexibility in the workplace for all caregivers that includes mothers and fathers as well as children who must take care of their parents or other fragile family members? of course, there’ll be a lot of pissed-off women if the issue gets traction once men enter the picture.

so step inside our stacked heels and listen up. having a portable skill, say, accounting, helps speed your return. you could start your own business, like this guy did. of course, you could move to Australia, where a government program provides grants for parents re-entering the workforce. (of course, the wife and kids might have something to say about that.) mostly, though, set your expectations and testosterone appropriately (read: you won’t be hired as the CEO this week), don’t let them ask any of those pesky, illegal interview questions, and go get ’em, tiger.

baby, i'm a star. sorta.

baby, i'm a star. sorta.

ok, maybe not a star. not even a slight twinkle. but i ended up on the today show on friday, apparently. of course, when they filmed, i had just come home from the immunologist’s, crying my eyes out all the way down the beltway. so my face has that just-cried-and-now-i’m-all-puffy look. but hey, at least i was coherent. after i am on camera, my friends jim and paula (and another mother i don’t know who mentions “wigglies”) are on it, too. they look much better.

check out part 6, today show netcast, friday nov 24[/url]. and the kids in the pics are all from BC’s school. don’t bother; our friends at NBC have reused the link. another reason to hate GE.

it's all about perspective

it's all about perspective

today, i met a friend of my mother’s who grew up in germany during world war II. unfortunately, because of the sea of children present, i couldn’t ask her more about her life. but she told a story which i found fascinating.

she and her family had been living in their cellar for two weeks when germany surrendered to the allies. she must have been about 8 or 9 years old at the time. they hung a white sheet out so that the troops would know that they had surrendered. when she and her sibling came out of the house, they met american troops for the first time.

she watched these young men, who were chewing and chewing but never putting additional food in their mouths. she was completely puzzled; are they like cows, she wondered, chewing on cud? but no. she finally learned – they were chewing on bubble gum. she had never seen or heard of bubble gum before.

my mother chimed in at this point. “ah,” she said. “bubble gum was scarce then. i remember lining up the first day that they had bubble gum at the candy store near my home in brooklyn. i ran out of school and waited my entire lunch hour for a piece of bubble gum, so long that i missed my lunch at home and my mother, worried out of her mind, was about to call the police about me.”

she added, laughing, “so, the GIs had all the gum, huh ;-)”

michael j. fox

michael j. fox

i just took a gander at the political ad for ben cardin done by michael j. fox. i started to weep. why?

1) watching michael j. fox is like watching an old friend i grew up with. we’re not that far apart, age-wise. and alex p. keaton was a staple for me in the 1980s. even though i disapproved of the character’s political stances, i grew to care deeply for the character over time. so to see him shake and bob courtesy of parkinson’s is excruciating. i wish i could do more beyond donating money.

2) rush limbaugh, fuckwit extraordinaire, has outdone himself. he’s not just an expert on oxycontin; apparently, he has a parkinson’s faking detector implanted in his brain (however tiny it is). i can’t even imagine how horrific this must be to all people who are struggling with parkinsons as well as their family and friends. the things people will do for notoriety. he never got over the realization that alex p. keaton was fictional, i guess.

3) i often marvel at how the same people who are terrified of “killing babies” through abortion and other means (such as, apparently, stem cell research) are the same people who: a) are pro-death-penalty, and b) basically don’t give a shit about those babies once they are born. shit, put your money where you mouths are, people. if you want these “babies” to make it to birth, then you adopt each and every one of them, support them financially, and nurture them.

sorry. i am really just shaken up by this.

bad mom, part 72

bad mom, part 72

i continue to rack up the points that will ultimately send me to bad mom hell. highlights:

1) i just taught my kids how to do the time warp. (c’mon kids, it’s just a pelvic thrust!)

2) instead of instilling a respect for the office of President, i informed 7.5 year old BC that “George Bush is an idiot.“.

BC: so mama, you mean you don’t like the President?

Me: no, sweetpea, i don’t.

BC: why, mama?

Me: because he isn’t a very smart person. and because he is doing things i don’t like.

BC: like what, mama?

Me: ::hyperventilating because i can’t even try to begin here:: what would you like for dinner?

3) three-year-old Jools likes the word penis; but he has decided that he doesn’t want to have one if girls can’t have one.

Jools: mommy, i don’t want a penis. girls don’t have a penis.

Me: ::hyperventilating because i once again can’t even try to begin here:: Julian, you aren’t a girl. you’re a boy. boys have penises.

Jools: mommy, are you a girl?

Me: yes, honey.

Jools: do you want a penis?

Me: no, dr. freud.

Jools: what’s a foyd?

4) and finally, we signed BC up to dance on a local show. i’m sure she could care less, but mommy wants to see X.

the passion of the gibson

the passion of the gibson

if you’ve got good eyes, this pdf of a police report is fun family entertainment from my favorite Hollywood zealot, mel gibson. if you’re eyes aren’t so great, you can just check in numerous places, like this great Washington Post column by Eugene Robinson.

mr. robinson’s column hits a home run, in my book. alcohol releases opinions that must be already present in a person; a person doesn’t magically become anti-semitic, or homophobic, or racist simply because he is drunk. gibson is an anti-semitic thug, and what is scary is not that we allow him to create films that promote this hatred, but rather that a lot of people out there take these films as the gospel truth: as if jews were and are hook-nosed shylocks who are out to destroy christians and others. religion can be a great enlightener, but religion can also tether you to opinions and ideas that are truly abhorrent.

it is very difficult being a jew and watching the middle east unfold. i’m not sure what lebanon expected when it permitted terrorists to become sanctioned members of their government. yes, it’s their country, and they are entitled to run it as they see fit. but there are always consequences. (cut to the half-wit running the US at present.) even though i’m sure not all lebanese voted for the hezbollah folks, just as not all of us voted for Dubya, we all are mired in some awful consequences, just the same. i imagine that if canada allowed terrorists interested in the dissolution of the US in their parliament, the US would probably sit up and take notice. and israel, being a country surrounded by potentially hostile groups, noticed the hezbollah.

that being said, i’m not exactly comfortable with the israeli response. there’s this little precedent out there of little provocation resulting in a huge, full-scale war. it’s called iraq. nevertheless, richard cohen’s Washington Post column notes that this was not a little provocation but perhaps the straw that broke the camel’s back. i’m really torn apart by this whole mess.  what pisses me off most about the whole middle east is that any voices of moderation are drowned out. this whole experience will set us all back years… if we all live through it.

but back to mr. mel. ABC has cancelled plans to do a miniseries with him; an agent has called upon hollywood to boycott him. frankly, the dude brings in huge bucks, so i don’t see that any of this will make a dent on his life. sure, he’ll go into rehab, get that drinking thing under control so that he keeps his malevolent opinions to himself and only lets those ugly themes slip surreptitiously into his work. but work he will. because there are so many people still in the world who believe such evil trash.

Note to Mel: jews didn’t cause WW2. we didn’t ask to be tortured, gassed, torn asunder. oh, and the crusades? wasn’t us, either.

ode to ford f-150s

ode to ford f-150s

…so what is it with men and big trucks?

this morning, i was merging onto the George Washington Parkway on my way to work, just as always. the merge lane stays with you for a little bit, then disappears. people merge, zipperlike, into the lane beside the merge lane. not a hard concept to grasp, right? i ready myself for my merge, just as the cars before had. but i go to merge with this Ford F-150 truck, and the guy flips me the bird and pushes ahead of me, even though i have almost nowhere to go! fortunately, the person behind him was a kind and mentally-competant driver who let me in before i literally drove off the road.

yep. it’s r e a l l y important to cut off people. shows you’re a real man.

now, this would be unremarkable (save for the fact that most of the reports you read about road rage occur on the GW. must be something to do with two scenic lanes intended for tourists where you are supposed to be going 40 mph that have since turned into a route of caffeine-revved commuters who all think they know how to run the world. cos it’s DC, doncha know.) except that every time i have had an encounter with a man driving a f-150, he has turned out to be a colossally stupid and insecure specimen of penis envy on wheels. it probably explains why he has the truck.

now i feel sorry for people like that of course, but do they have to take it out on poor souls who don’t give a shit about the shortcomings in their shorts? i mean, there’s no other reason why one needs such a big-ass truck here in an urban area. it reminds me of the brainy ones who spend upwards of $50k on their range rovers here. see, you gotta watch out for any kangaroos in your path when you’re driving in the DC metro area. seriously, these autos are probably incredibly useful in the appropriate venues, but they are fairly silly when used merely as a means to get to work.

note to mr. f-150: i hope your dick falls off, though if it did, how would anyone know?

independence day

independence day

the kids are attempting naps at the moment in the hopes that they’ll be awake for 4th of july fireworks. hopefully, it won’t monsoon and preempt the light show tonight (although i for one would be perfectly happy settling in to WETA and watching taped festivities.) they are being separated by DH as we speak, as they are too excited to be in the same room together. at least BC put a pull-up on jools before they tried to nap together. the girl is smart.

but if we don’t get to see the fireworks, it won’t be a total loss (except to jools, who has been jonesing for them since he first saw them last july 4th). today, we set out early and snagged a space under a tree on the median of macarthur blvd in order to see the annual palisades 4th of july parade. and you know, this ain’t no typical smalltown usa sort of shindig, either. we watched the Different Drummers march (they played showtunes, of course), we watched some wonderful Bolivian children and teens dance, we saw very old firetrucks (from 1905), horses, lots of convertibles.

and we met every single candidate for council and mayor there ever was.

adrian fenty shook my hand and BC’s; and it seems as if every single other candidate was busy throwing candy and ice pops and stickers at the children (though one, a guy named orange, was also giving out actual oranges and orange bracelets). when fenty’s folks made a reappearance, they were throwing green mardi gras beads at us. (i was praying that BC wasn’t going to have to lift up her shirt to get the necklace. she certainly nearly ended up under the wheels of several convertibles trying to get candy. yes, my BC would probably sell me for candy.) BC covered jools’ shirt with campaign stickers.

of course, we aren’t DC citizens (neither were the marylanders standing behind us), so we smiled and waved at mostly everyone (except the republicans, who are like a laughable endangered species in DC.) we all cheered for the servicemen from the DC National Guard, of course. we folks of the liberal persuasion hate the war, but we do care for the men and women who are being hung out to dry in iraq by that fuckwitted man we have in the oval office.

but it’s independence day, and while i want to always exercise my right to flap my vitriol at elected leaders who aren’t fit to wipe my ass, i should probably tone things down to happier ideas. george washington. flags. the idiots here in the south who are allowed to play with their own fireworks and blow out an eye. yep. that’s what the 4th of july is all about.

perhaps one of the best points was when my little potty-training-dude had to go, just before the parade started. there is one, only one singular place open along the parade route to pee: starbucks. and yes, every potty training child in a three mile radius was waiting for that single bathroom. it wasn’t pretty. but i am very proud to state that jools made it 🙂

i hope we make it to fireworks. this patriotic stuff is so gol-darned fun.

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