Category: political animal

mysteries of life, part 2

mysteries of life, part 2

i’ve always considered myself to be fairly bougie (as i think those young hipsters call us folks who are upper-middle-class). but even so, i am perplexed and puzzled by this single thought:

how can younger women (who are probably most of the folks who can fit into these things) actually be able to afford items from BlueFly, ShopBop, and the like?  they certainly cannot be earning the kind of money to buy these things regularly, unless, of course, they either a: don’t eat, or b: are gold-digging ladies who have their fair share of sugardaddies.

i can’t believe they all are beneficiaries of the dot.com boom.

stick up for yourself.

stick up for yourself.

i’m absolutely distressed reading this story.

it raises a certain point that absolutely hit home with me. i spent two weeks in the hospital in february (sadly, not for something as happy as a birth), and it taught me one thing: you have to be a VERY strong advocate for yourself or, if you aren’t in any condition to advocate for yourself, you really need someone there to be it, whether it is a partner, a relative, a very good friend — someone who isn’t shy and isn’t afraid to hunt down people and tell them when things are needed. after going into serious convulsions because the nurse on duty wouldn’t give me benadryl before giving my an IV full of blood products (and i was too weak to argue and it was midnight, so no one was there with me), i am absolutely convinced of that. i was supposed to have tests that never happened; i was supposed to get meds i never got. and since my husband was trying his best to keep it together with the kids, i just couldn’t ask him to do more. between the IVs in my arms and the awful way i felt, i just didn’t have it in me to speak up.

believe me when i say that i am probably one of the last people to criticize the medical establishment; i have been spoiled for many years by having both good doctors as well as a family member who is a physician who i think the world of and a close friend who is a kick-butt nurse. but after being in the hospital for a bit of time, i feel very downhearted about the way people are treated there. it can be a demeaning, disabling experience. you w a i t a thousand years for anything. i was so frustrated waiting one day i tried to do something for myself and ended up hitting myself in the head on the bedside table (which ultimately resulted in my needing a scan.) i felt like people patronized me. (G-d only knows how elderly people are treated.) i could go on, but i am sure no one wants to hear me whine a lot. suffice to say, i have gone from someone who used to not fear hospital treatment to someone who would definitely hesitate before going in.

just thinking about how this poor man and woman were ignored brings me to tears. i know it’s easy to fall into a routine with our jobs but there are some jobs where nothing should ever be treated as routine. when you are working in a hospital, you deal with people who don’t have routine medical situations. having a baby = not routine. yes, people do it every day, some with and some without medical intervention. but during the process, whether we like to think of it or not, your life is imperiled somewhat. there’s a reason some women died in childbirth in the old days — sometimes, things go awry. i like to think that far fewer women (and children) die now in childbirth because we are prepared for these possibilities. but the preparation requires that no one takes for granted the safeguards necessary in the process. when washing your hands, or wearing a mask, or actually l i s t e n i n g to a patient in peril is taken for granted, then people are not taking their jobs seriously, patients are not safe.

every interaction in a hospital requires care, imho.

america's favorite pasttime

america's favorite pasttime

no, i’m not exactly talking about baseball (though it does figure in here). i’m talking about the american assumption that the world ought to bend for you, that rules apply to everyone but yourself. this is not criticizing folks who really deserve a leg up – i fully support every effort made to level the playing field so that they get the same opportunity as everyone else.

no, i’m talking about all those people who get annoyed because they are in a particular stage of life (for example, parenthood) and feel their needs ought to always come first.

yesterday, we took BS out to the ballgame at RFK to see his beloved Phillies play against the Nationals as an early Father’s Day present. we bought one of those Family Four Pack thingies that includes tix, a drink, a hotdog, and chips for 4 and sat up in heaven. when you have fidgety kids, it’s a pretty good thing to sit way high up, as they spend more time looking for the cotton candy man and watching peanut shells sail down, down, down. if it hadn’t been so chilly; and if the Phillies hadn’t played like a bunch of geriatrics, it would have been perfect.

well, nearly, anyway.

we watched as a younger man dressed in a NY Yankees shirt pushed a stroller below us, folding it up and attempting to shove it between himself and the seat in front of him, then to the side of him, then the other side, and so on. i was waiting for the people around him to do more than just look on in annoyance, but i was also glad that there seemed to be no bloodshed around this event. “figures it’s a Yankee fan that brought a stroller to the ballpark,” BS groused. i mean, where the hell are you gonna park that thing once you’re there? they don’t have a special place for strollers at the stadium.

so i ask: what sort of person is either so stupid or so selfish that they wheel in a stroller to an arena? i have brought toddlers and babies into stadiums successfully — we’ve even taken public transport to the event —  without a stroller. yes, it takes a little forethought. i have to pack diapers carefully so that i can balance them and the children, but i do it. rocket science it ain’t.  ok, if it was a performance of the Vile purple Jurassic Entity or some Disney character, sure, I’d figure the place would have some designated place for strollers. but they don’t have that for baseball. should they? i guess they could. but knowing that they don’t, where do these genuises think they’ll stow these behemoths? in front of others who are trying to watch the game, of course. their needs are simply not as critical.

it’s as american as bush’s tax refund scheme.

…and i thought jesus saved.

…and i thought jesus saved.

…so we’re driving BC to hebrew school this morning, BS, jools, and i; and we pass a church sign outside a church, only of course we whizz by so quickly, i cannot read the entire cutesy slogan. (these days, i think houses of worship seem to be competing with each other for those snappy slogans. wonder if it packs in the cheap seats?) all i can read is: “jesus came back to take away.”

gee, i said to BS, he came back for subtraction? good thing he didn’t come back for multiplication.

and at the same time, BS and i both said, “he may have come back to take away, but the result at times is some serious division.”

::drums:: ba DUM dum

just goes to show you that you’re married a certain number of years and you can actually come up with the same punch line. of course, i don’t blame jesus for dividing the world’s peoples. there are plenty of others who have done their fair share from a multitude of theologies and ideologies.

who's afraid of victoria's secret?

who's afraid of victoria's secret?

a lot of local parents are up in arms about a skimpy victoria’s secret window. i, on the other hand, am way more offended by violence than i am over a few mannequins dressed up in sexy lingerie.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/04/AR2005100401413.html

when i mentioned how BC was freaked out when she saw the gun display in a walmart — and that said display pissed me off far more than any sexy window display would, a parent on my favorite list, DCUM, mentioned how the book “Freakonomics” mentions that kids are more in danger of drowning in pools than they are of getting shot. That well may be, but regarding “Freakonomics” – yes, plenty of children drown in pools, and I sometimes wish my children had a little more of a healthy respect for the fact that a pool is a great place to play as long as certain safety precautions are in effect (such as a grownup must be watching you, etc.) But a pool in and of itself isn’t something with a purpose to kill. There are no purposes for a gun other than to shoot at something – you don’t make crafts with them, play with them, make hats, brooches, pteradactyls, etc. Yes, I know there are sports people out there who think that shooting at clay pigeons is a great activity. But, for the most part, anytime someone shoots at something, there is the opportunity there to actually kill or hurt something or someone — certainly one careless miss at the clay pigeon shooting fest and you might bean someone in the eye or butt, perhaps. (And please, for the love of the Diety of your choice, I am NOT trying to incite an argument about whether it is your constitutional right to bear arms. THAT is a windmill I only tilt at in smaller forums 😉

My daughter does not watch television news. We have shielded her, rightly or wrongly, from pretty much everything we think we can up to this point. Hurricane Katrina, which we felt she was old enough to understand, is something we have talked about at length, as we knew she would hear about now that she is at elementary school, and we thought could provide some very teachable and interesting discussions about people and economics and disasters. When my kids see a pool, however dangerous that pool is, they don’t immediately tense up in horror. But when my daughter sees a gun (and I hope to G-d she never sees too many in real life), she knows it is something that can kill her. I’d certainly prefer this attitude than the attitude that unfortunately kills or maims many children each year when they accidentally come upon some unsecured firearm and start to play with it.

So, as you can gather, I am one of those people who is far more concerned about the violence kids see in their games, their TV shows, their lives. That being said, I think it is my job as a parent to moderate my kids’ interactions with these and all other things, as much as I can. As they grow older, I will have fewer and fewer opportunities to monitor/moderate what my kids experience. By that time, I will have hopefully done some serious parenting and talked extensively about sex, drugs, violence, and, of course, rock and roll (for example, in my house, Celine Dion is considered a sign of the coming of the Apocalypse 😉 I don’t believe my opinion should dictate what Victoria’s Secret shows in their window. (I certainly can’t tell WalMart not to sell guns, at least not in this political climate, and those have a greater chance of harming someone than does a thong, however painful the latter can be in practice.) As a consumer, I have the choice to avoid the store and not patronize the company if I don’t like what they’re doing. But hello, they are selling lingerie. There have always been mannequins dressed up in little teeny tiny nothings as long as I can remember (and I remember as a child in the late 1970s seeing the Frederick’s of Hollywood store in the Ocean County Mall with a mannequin in some skimpy boa number. Mostly, it inspired giggles and a conversation with my mom.)

If nothing else, maybe this is a wakeup call for many of us to think carefully about our conversations with our children about sex and sexuality. I am very uncomfortable with some of the comments in newspapers made about the “sluttiness” of these mannequins, as if women shouldn’t feel comfortable expressing their sexuality for fear of being branded as “bad” women. I’d be lying through my teeth if I said I was jumping up and down in anticipation about talking to my daughter about what some consenting adults do in the privacy of their own homes; but if my girl decides to ask me about it, I am going to do my best to put things in context as I think appropriate. Obviously, we all have different ideas about what is appropriate about sex and sexuality and need to convey our ideals to our kids for their thinking pleasure. For my part, I want my daughter to see that the world is a big place full of diversity and wonder. And while I don’t want her baring her middriff in elementary school at the moment, I want her to also know that one day, when she is a grownup, she can make choices about all that she wants to do — and that there may be consequences for her choices, but that she needs to make the best choices for herself, the right choices that let her be true to her feelings, her community, and her world.

life-friendly workplaces?

life-friendly workplaces?

someone wanted to know how you negotiate flex schedules, especially since there may be some generational issues to conquer in terms of workplace perspective (boomers versus gen-xers.) here’s my perspective and experience.

i’m born in the one year that is smack dab between when folks say boomer-dom ends and gen-xers begin. [so i don’t know what you’d call me. a booxer?] anywho, i negotiated a flex schedule in a very family friendly nonprofit with a wonderful boss (no, she doesn’t read this, i really think the world of her) who originally wanted my position to be a FT position because i supervise folks. it is r e a l l y challenging to get an employer let you do a PT schedule (HA! 32 hours = PT. that’s always made me LOL) when you supervise, so i count myself extremely lucky. (the fact that i have a great staff helps, too 😉

i work an 80% schedule. what this means is that my salary is prorated, my leave is prorated, my holidays are prorated (yes, i only get 80% pay on all holidays and must make up the time), basically my life at work is prorated. i think i was able to negotiate it because i have such a weird career background (PR + social sciences + tech).

but, when i ran out of sick leave by april 1 of last year because of very sick children in hospitals + near-death siblings in hospitals (you really don’t want to know in full, but in short, it was one of those years when you think it won’t get any worse and it does, repeatedly), my boss let me dip into annual leave when i needed more sick leave and had none to get. in short, i literally made it out of the annual leave hole last pay period (yes, a year + later). but i was and am wildly grateful for my organization, which had these sorts of rules in place already and for this supportive boss of mine (a parent of teens) who not only provided me with the right information to make things work, but also kept telling me a thousand times, “this will all pass — it will all get better.” i worked my tail off to keep all the proverbial balls in the air — i guess my boss knew and appreciated that. but everyone should have this experience (not the near-death and sick kids part, of course) — other nations have more family friendly workplaces and cultures that support people as workers and as family members.

a while back, i remember what i thought was a rather idiotic cat fight pitting parents versus non parents in the workplace — why do they [parents] get these family benefits that i [single person] will never reap. i remember thinking, you know, it isn’t just about parents. single people are part of families. they, too, could benefit from a life-friendly workplace. sure, capitalism is all about making money; but there are plenty of people out there who just aren’t finding the balance they require to be productive, period. they’re stretched; they’re torn; they just don’t know how to support themselves, how to contribute in the workplace while making sure their families are in a good place in life.

there’s got to be a better way. i think that we need to reframe the issue. when you make it family-friendly, then people somehow subconsciously assume it is a “womens issue.” and you know how hard it is to get anyone to care about women’s issues. (shoot, we never could pass the freaking ERA!) somehow, we have to make this everyone’s issue — single, married, families — something that is a life-friendly workplace.

i would love to know how to start.

Sticking It To DC

Sticking It To DC

Now the Bush folks have really got me annoyed. They’re sticking a bit of the tab for the stupid Inaugural Day (ha! It’s 4 days long, actually) festivities to the District of Columbia. The Bush folks are balking at paying, telling DC to use some of their Homeland Security funds. Amusing considering DC voters didn’t vote for this guy in the first place.

The balls these Bush folks have. Really.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A64446-2005Jan10.html?nav=hcmodule

life is unfair

life is unfair

two weeks ago, my kids had fifth disease. this week, my kids had hand, foot and mouth.

now, i have 102.7F and feel like crap. i attended a meeting by phone this morning because i felt like i was once again the human impediment if i didn’t. i hope i made sense.

but i have no sick leave. i have no annual leave. i have no mommy leave. i have to laugh because i have a friend who feels very indignant about the fact that her annual leave has been eaten up by family crises. like annual leave should only be for fun days off. i wish i could scream into her ear — annual leave is for the days when you must take time off. if it means its glorified sick leave, then so be it. her sense of divine entitlement shakes me to the core.

here’s hoping i start to sweat soon.

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