September 19, 2011

How Did You Meet?

After reading this post ("I think we, as a society, have taken the ideas of 'fate' and 'taking the time to find that special someone' too far. And by 'too far' I mean 'nearly to the end of my childbearing years'"), I thought again about something I've thought of before, which is HOW DO PEOPLE MEET PEOPLE AFTER THEY'RE NO LONGER IN SCHOOL?

I didn't realize it at the time, especially with all the adults telling me to LIVE MY LIFE and ENJOY MY YOUTH and NOT SETTLE DOWN TOO SOON and NOT TRY TO GROW UP TOO FAST---but school is pretty much the only time of life when a person is surrounded by a pool of many single people of one's own approximate age. THE ONLY TIME. After that, it's workplaces, where people of varying degrees of age, intelligence, ability, and marriedness gather in varying degrees of randomness (i.e., if you work at Twooters, your coworkers will be of a more homogeneous type than if you work in a large office building).

I hedged my bets by finding TWO husbands in school. But what if instead of making a study of getting married, you used school as a time to distinguish yourself academically? What then? WHAT OH WHAT THEN?

Here is the information I am trying to elicit from you: where/how did you meet your significant other, especially if it was not in school? (But also if it WAS in school, because I don't know about you but I hate to be left out of answering such questions. And besides, the number who met someone outside of school means nothing if we don't have the number who met in school.)

It doesn't even have to be Your One & Only: if you met someone and had what you'd consider a solid relationship with that person, anything where the two of you felt like you were making a go of it (even if that relationship eventually wrecked), where/how did you meet that person? You can list several/many people, if applicable. _I_ would, if YOU were writing this post: I'd say I met three different Serious Relationships, and all three were in school. Then I would probably add that, since then, I'd met mayyyyyybe one eligible guy in one of my many jobs but he was married, plus one available guy I would have been interested in dating because he was super cute/nice, but he had a child and a volatile relationship with his ex-wife and was 10 years older than me and wouldn't have been a good match anyway.

As a side note, were you trying/hoping to meet someone at the time, or no? I know it's classic to say things like "As soon as I decided I would be happy being single, THAT'S WHEN IT HAPPENED"---but for an outsider it's a little hard to tell if that decision was genuine or if it was a FAKE-OUT, a RUSE to trick the fates after hearing many other people claim to have met significant others that way. And/or if it's a retroactive delusion, like when Rob says "Oh, great: on the ONE DAY I can sleep in, I wake up early," when actually he is just really bad at scientific observation and statistical record-keeping.

September 18, 2011

Proof

Paul went to the library and the thrift shop yesterday, and came back with proof of his love:

Interesting/pretty china, and a book about sociopaths.
Yeah baby.

September 16, 2011

Good Life; Snail Cat; How to Use Powdered Creamer in Iced Coffee

I am really living the good life right now. The older four kids got on the bus and then I took Henry to preschool, where I got into the teachers' good graces by signing up to drive for a field trip BECAUSE I HAVE ENOUGH TIME NOW THAT I DON'T MIND DOING IT. Then I went to the library, BY MYSELF, but it wasn't open yet, so I drove to McDonald's and got a LARGE coffee and a sausage McMuffin, which I ate (without sharing) in the library parking lot listening to the radio and not having to entertain anyone. By the time I was done, the library was open, and I browsed in a leisurely, meandering way, not feeling like I needed to grab WHATEVER and get out of there before children started running/yelling. On the way home I stopped at Subway and got a foot-long turkey sub to share with Henry when he's out of preschool, because of the five children he's the only one who'll eat pretty much anything I eat. Then I came inside and a nice cat jumped on my lap, and I'm sitting here listening to her purring and the clock ticking, thinking, "OMG DOES THIS MEAN I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GET A JOB NOW??"

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Speaking of the cat, look at this silly girl:


I've never had a cat do that before. She curled her tail around her body, then leaned down until her forehead was resting on the puff of her tail, and then went to sleep.

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Every morning I make a full pot of coffee in my 4-cup coffee pot. I drink one mug in the morning, and in the afternoon I pour the rest over ice and have iced coffee. For MONTHS now I've been struggling with the problem of how to get flavored creamer into the iced coffee, because powdered creamer only dissolves in hot liquid.

The simplest and best solution is to use liquid creamer, but I don't use it fast enough so I always waste most of the bottle---and also, I like to have several choices of flavors. So I've been microwaving a small (1/4th cup?) amount of the coffee in that morning's old mug, and then adding powdered creamer to THAT, and then pouring that over the ice with the rest of it. That works really well, but it's a bit of a fuss.

Hershey's syrup and Nestle Quik both stir in nicely to cold liquids, but that's only chocolate flavor, no creaminess. This was okay when I could add a slosh of whole milk, but nobody at our house drinks whole milk anymore. (It does still work well if, for example, I get a coffee at a drive-through and don't finish it and put it in the fridge for later, because that already has some creamer in it and then I just add the chocolate.)

It was only today that I realized I could stir powdered creamer into the entire pot of hot coffee.

September 15, 2011

Frustrating Emails; A Depressing Look at the Capacity for Evil in Any of Us

I am in such an agitated mood this morning. First, I got yet another solicitation from Google Ads. But Google Ads BANNED ME FOR LIFE a few years ago. I spent a long time composing a reply to the most recent one. I explained the situation, and then asked that if they weren't going to tell me why I'd been banned, and their form letter was correct that there was no appeal for this lifetime ban, that they at LEAST take me off the mailing list imploring me to join the club I'm not allowed to join.

I worked pretty hard on it to get the right tone and to use the right words and to not make it anything I'd be embarrassed later to have written. Then I noticed it was a no-reply email address.


Then I got an email from Amazon about their latest deal from a business that is not Amazon. I was pretty sure I'd already "managed my subscriptions" to remove messages about deals from their partners, but I thought maybe I hadn't done it right so I clicked that link again. No: I'd done it right, but this one was categorized as an ELECTRONICS offer, not a PARTNERS offer. Because it was an electronic item offered by a partner, I guess. It's not like this is RUINING MY LIFE, all I had to do was delete the email, but it's just kind of IRRITATING on top of an ALREADY-BAD mood.


Then, I've been continuing to mull over an article excerpt I read somewhere that said The Help was a bad book because it made it seem as if only bad people owned slaves. I thought that was an extremely good point, and not something I would have noticed, and I was glad to have had it pointed out.

But this morning I started working out why I didn't think it was right in an all-the-WAY-right way. And why, if it WAS right, I came away from the book feeling horrible and embarrassed and stricken---as opposed to thinking "Whew! At least _I_ wouldn't have been like THAT," as you'd expect me to think if the mis-portrayal had been effective.

I find that kind of thinking very agitating and frustrating. I'm a slowwwww thinker, so there's all this time of me "feeling like something is wrong but not being able to figure out WHAT IT IS, or HOW TO SAY IT," and that kind of thing leaves me snappish and irritable because I'm working so hard at it but I'm not finding an answer, or I FEEL an answer but can't ARTICULATE it, or things keep legitimately interrupting my focus to ask for breakfast or to be brought to the bus stop. It riles me up unpleasantly as I sort it out---and especially as I imagine the whole new task of trying to communicate the thoughts to anyone else, and then imagine having to listen to them knock those thoughts down Facebook-fight-style.

But here's a piece of what I came up with through much wrinkle-browed effort, and will now wrinkle-browedly try to communicate without screwing it up:

I was remembering the book Switch (I reviewed it here, after the part about Rob Lowe), which is a book basically about getting people (including yourself) to do what you want them to do. One sample challenge was a situation in another country, where they wanted old men to stop paying young women for sex: it was spreading disease like crazy. They didn't think a moral campaign would work, nor a health campaign.

Instead they made a series of ads featuring a sleazy old guy who preyed on young women, and they gave him a name I've forgotten but it started with F. So in these ads, F____ would be pursuing a young woman and looking pretty foolish and unattractive doing it, and then someone in the young woman's life (a friend, a relative, the waitress at the restaurant) would say to the young woman, "Oh, gross, you wouldn't hang around with an icky old F____, would you?" And this name-starting-with-F became a cultural term, so that old men who pursued younger women were associated with this sleazy character, and younger women felt like it would be gross to go along with that, and their behavior actually changed as a result.

Were these ads fair? Did they accurately represent the older men as ridiculous icky sleaze-bags, and the younger women as creatures to be pitied and rescued from their own dimness? Of course not! The real-life old men and the real-life younger women had multi-layered personalities like everyone else---and they were an assortment of good/bad just like everyone else. Some of them were sleazy, but many (maybe most) of them were perfectly nice people, and probably attractive too.

The idea behind the ads was this: if people think to themselves, "Hey, perfectly nice and attractive people do this," they feel comfortable doing it themselves. But if it is widely agreed that only a weak person drinks too much, only a heartless jerk has affairs, only a poorly-brought-up person thinks it's okay to shoplift, and only a bad parent slaps a child, only an ignorant unlikable person would be racist---then it becomes harder to participate in that behavior without compromising my sense of self, and my sense of self MUST include the information that I am a basically good person, and so my inclination is to avoid those behaviors or to feel very uncomfortable if I participate in them.

This is, I think, something that is done in many areas where we as a culture have agreed that something is wrong, but haven't figured out how to get everyone on board behavior-wise. In television and movies and books, then, we see these behaviors deliberately associated with icky people to make it unappealing---just like in an obvious children's television show. Wife-abusers are shown as mouth-breathing cavemen in sleeveless t-shirts (despite how many of them are bright and wear nice suits and go to church), in order to try to make people think "Ick. Is THAT how that comes across? I don't want to be like THAT. I would rather be associated with that pretty girl." Not this always WORKS, or never BACKFIRES, but that's the idea.

I'm talking here about the messages we receive from ENTERTAINMENT---the ones where we're not supposed to NOTICE that our behavior and attitudes are being influenced and that our characters are being worked on. Associating bad behaviors with bad people is a way to get the behavior we want out of people. But certainly in non-entertainment arenas the information that good people owned slaves, and that smart well-dressed men beat women, and that some cultures have made a project out of obliterating other cultures, should be explicitly stated and fully accepted, and everyone who studies the subjects should understand it, and it should be emphasized carefully in schools and discussions.

In fact, I think we should take it further: not only do we need to realize that any of us, if we'd lived in that time, could have been perfectly comfortable owning slaves, we need to realize that any of us, ANY of us, could have been comfortable with it, if we had lived in that particular set of circumstances. ANY of us, no matter what our skin color or nationality, could have gone along with it: not just "us, if we'd been our ancestors, but also "us, if we'd been our ancestors' persecutors." That ANY group of us could enslave or kill or discriminate against any other group of people, and that this is why it's so important that we all learn on many levels and by many methods how terrible such behaviors are.

So, basically, two thoughts:

1. If what we want is to influence behavior, it can help to use fiction to connect a bad guy with a bad behavior.

2. It's important for us to understand that, born into the right circumstances, most of us have a capacity for the kind of wrongdoing we considering astonishing in historical people. And it isn't only the descendants of the wrong-doers who need to consider their potential for evil, itt's every single one of us. History has shown that wrongdoing isn't based on skin-color or nationality, but on humanness.

September 14, 2011

Third Cat

Periodically we stop at the animal shelter to browse the cats. This time we came home with one.

Hi.

She's about four years old, and she has a good Shelter Story: she was found with a wee little sign around her neck that said her name was Madeline/Madeleine/Maddie (all three names were on the sign in various places) and please take good care of her. We're going to change her name, but we don't know what it will be yet. I'm campaigning for Sally. (Or Lydia or Silvie or Phoebe or Hillary or Ginny or Linny or Bonnie or Heather or Angela or Ivy. You'd never guess it, but I find names interesting and important.)

She is the sweetheartiest cat I have ever met. The shelter has "interview rooms" where you can spend time with any cat you might be interested in adopting, and most cats (even the really sweet snuggly ones) spend most of their time exploring the room and sniffing all the corners, because that is the cat thing to do. But not this cat. She stayed right on my lap, snuggling in and wanting skritches. She was a cat that WANTED TO GO HOME RIGHT NOW PLEASE.

You don't understand: I'm not MEANT for shelter life.
I don't BELONG here.



She doesn't mind being picked up, even by children. This next picture was taken about 5 minutes after she came to our house, when by all rights she should have been skittish and freaked-out:

Doot-da-dooooo, just dangling my paws


I like to bring kids with me to the shelter, not only because it's a fun thing to do with kids but also because if I find a cat possibility, the children's presence is essential. A cat that doesn't flinch when Henry makes a sudden loud sound, that doesn't object to being scooped up inexpertly and unexpectedly, is a cat that will likely do well in our household.

She is not, perhaps, the sharpest kibble in the bag. She leapt up onto the windowsill of a closed window, an action that made a sound like this: "Scrabble scrabble scrabble!!! ...THUNK."

That was ONE HUNDRED PERCENT intentional.
(And thank you for opening the window.)

September 12, 2011

The Local News

I just finished The Local News, and if I had to give a quick review I'd call it "compelling and squirmy." It's about a high school girl whose high school brother vanishes. At first it hits a really good introspective note, with the girl talking interestingly about the weird feelings involved in sustaining that level of anxiety over time, and the different ways the different family members handle it---and about what it's like when the missing person is kind of a cruel dumb jerk.

The Local News, by Miriam Gershow
(image from Amazon.com)



But then a certain distance in (1/4th of they way? 1/3rd?), I started saying aloud, "Okay, if something doesn't HAPPEN or CHANGE in the next ten pages, I'm giving up and skipping to the end." I think a pretty big chunk could have been snipped out of the middle---but on the other hand, I DIDN'T give up and skip to the end, so maybe not. If I were trying to spin it positively, I'd say it gave a good idea of what it would be like to be IN that situation where you had to sustain that kind of anxiety even though nothing was happening.

It's a book for adults, I think, but it has a young-adult theme. I found I identified way more with the parents, but then I was cringey because I was having to look at what _I_ considered "them doing pretty well, considering," but from the point of view of someone doing a good job of pointing out how kids don't really see it that way---or how it doesn't really matter if the parental behavior is totally justified, it's still harming the kids.

It also spends plenty of time visiting the stupidness and carelessness and meanness and bumbling mistakes of high school kids.

Another big cringe for me was the way I saw how "supporting a family in crisis" can look from the point of view of someone in that family. Fundraisers, candlelight vigils, kind words, cards from strangers: I saw them all from a point of view I wasn't comfortable seeing them from. I already second- and third- and fourth-guess so much, adding this kind of material sends me for a bit of a spin. But on the other hand, I felt like it was done in a way that let me appreciate the added perspective without feeling attacked and accused for good intentions.

And this is a huge thing for me: the story line resolved.

So! In short! I don't know if I recommend it or not. It wasn't the cheery/entertaining kind of book, it was the thought-provoking kind---but so many of the thoughts it was provoking were kind of downers. But I was glad I read them. So.

September 9, 2011

The Pledge of Allegiance

There is a Facebook thing (and also an email-forward thing) going around the bugs the crap out of me, and I know I need to be MUCH more specific than that. It's the one that talks in all-caps about how schools no longer have children say the pledge of allegiance. This is reportedly because schools are SCARED of OFFENDING someone. And you're supposed to REPOST IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT OFFENDING SOMEONE.

LEAVING ASIDE the issue of whether this would be SUCH AN OUTRAGE, or whether the cause could be correctly diagnosed as "fear," or whether it's good or bad to care about offending people, there is a problem: at my kids' schools, they DO still say the pledge of allegiance. They say it every single morning. And on Parents' Night, they had the parents say it, too---complete with the non-original "under God" part, for those of us worried that the rule about separation of church and state is being enforced.

So I think of this silly repost/forward as being nothing but fear-mongering: let's drum up an INDIGNANT MOB over something that HASN'T EVEN HAPPENED. So many Facebook things and email forwards ARE like this: they state something HORRIBLE, and no one re-posting/forwarding it checks first to see if it's, you know, TRUE.

But I DO check. And just because MY kids' school still says the pledge of allegiance each morning doesn't mean EVERYONE'S does, or even that MOST schools do. Ours could be a fluke. And so I would like to take a little poll if you wouldn't mind. Over to the right, if your kids go to public school in the U.S., please tell me if your school system DOES or DOES NOT still say the pledge of allegiance. (It doesn't have to be daily.) And if your child's school DOESN'T say it, could you leave a comment about what the deal is (like, is it CARING ABOUT OFFENDING SOMEONE, or is it some other explanation), so that we can figure out the source of this rumor? (And so we make sure they aren't false-no votes, like when the school is not in the U.S., or when it's a private anarchist academy.) [Poll closed; see results below.]