April Fool's! Now you have pneumonia!

Remember that thing I might or might not have said about not getting sick anymore?

And the gods laughed...

It's Friday, Let's Dance!

Optical Illusion Dance

Take your "mommy wars" and shove it

So...the "mommy wars" have been the preferred way for the media to remind us all that we're not good enough for a while now, and I'm really just tired of it. There is absolutely nothing productive in tearing each other down.

I really liked a recent article from Megan Francis at The Happiest Mom, where she said:

"There will always be loud voices telling us what we should or shouldn’t do. Those loud voices start to seem even louder, and more important, when amplified by a thousand magazine articles or blog posts....It’s not about wars or battles, or her versus she. It’s about figuring out who you really want to be in this world and not wasting time worrying about what anyone else wants you to be."

Because that's really what it comes down to - our own insecurities. In a comment on that article, I wrote:

"I tend to think of the “mommy wars” not so much as an internal strife between women and their choices, but rather an inappropriate response to a society that doesn’t value families. The “voice” from outside says raising children isn’t a real job, it’s just your place so stop whining about it. It says working moms are a burden to their co-workers and are neglecting their families. Working dads who actually care to spend time with their families are somehow “lesser” and stay-at-home dads are just a cultural anomaly. 

And of course, the media eats it up. Controversy is page views, insecurity is a rapt audience. 

The “mommy wars” is not the disease, it’s a symptom of something much larger and more insidious. When we can all feel value as mothers, without having to (insanely!) justify our choice to have children to the outside world and have it diminish our inherent humanity, then the loud voices will just be voices and not condemnations if we’ve chosen a different path."

There are too many people on the outside, looking in at families (and mothers in particular) and deciding we are not valuable, we're entitled and self-centered and our little brats are taking over public spaces in inappropriate ways. I even had a friend (who I know wants children someday) go off on a young mother pushing a stroller down the sidewalk in Manhattan. Not because this woman did anything to her, just simply because she was there, taking up more than her "fair share" of space. 

When did we become a nation of baby-haters? I have a feeling it might be wrapped up in resentment towards the women's movement and feminism in general (see this Slate write-up on the new-fangled "Retro Wife"). After all, "mommy wars" just targets another group of women for doing it wrong (AKA not doing what we're told). There's also the childless Career Gal, she's doing it wrong for not staying at home and having babies, the Single Lady (can't she just get a husband already? And also stop using up all the birth control?), the ever popular whipping girl The Welfare Queen (I'm not even going to get started on that) and the teeny bopper sluts.

So I'm opting out. I will not judge another mother's parenting methods. I will seek advice from other women who have been there and then happily throw out whatever doesn't fit my family, and I won't feel a moment's guilt about it. I also will not feed in to the media's desperate need to stir up controversy. I will not click over to read deliberately inflammatory articles, and for heaven's sake I will NOT continue to accept being called "mommy" by anyone I didn't grow myself.

Being sick blows, and I'm not going to do it any more

I've had quite the run of illness - thankfully mostly my own (and what explains how having kids changes you better than the previous statement?) although Charlie girl has had a couple of colds and kept us up all night coughing.

No no, I'm the one that got hit with the mysterious stomach bug the last couple of days, before that was my own special pink eye, plus the reaction to the eye ointment (!!! don't let anyone prescribe you an eye OINTMENT, it's disgusting) and before that was the week-long sore throat the was unconnected to any other cold-like symptoms. Add on top of that the migraines, and I've been having a really great time!

Well, screw that. I'm not getting sick any more. I find it really counter-productive to the whole "NOT laying around like a depressed lump" thing I'm trying to cultivate over here. Maybe if I wish real real hard...

Happy Monday! Have some Silly!

Items for a monday morning:

1. Can someone come make my stairs look like this? Pretty please?

For more:
Anamorphic Illusions by Felice Varini

2. I can't wait for Charlie to start drawing intelligible pictures, I'm going to order her one of these pronto:

Get yours at Child's Own Studio

3. Also, Mommy needs an ironic Seneca Crane mustache necklace, pronto:

More 'stache awesomeness

Is this thing on?

Having a blog with no readers is like walking around your house naked. Liberating, and a little naughty...I could say whatever I want here, but I'd still end up looking around to see if anyone heard me. Whatevs, it's my blog. I do what I want.

So...anyone ever try to parallel park with someone standing on the curb watching you? Not to guide you in, just standing there to see if you can do it. Even if you are the best damn parallel parker in the entire world, this is the time when you'll scrape the curb or cut it too short, and you'll have to start over. Maybe twice. The chances of this happening are especially high if you are a woman and the person watching you is a man you don't know very well.

Big Changes You Guys

In the past 6 months I have:

1. Defended my PhD, without the approval of my PI
2. Not found a new job
3. Also not tried very hard to find a new job
4. Moved across the country
5. Bought my first house
6. Left many many things behind on the other coast
7. Bought a car for the first time in over 6 years
8. Had an estrangement level fight with my baby sister
9. Kinda sorta made up with her
10. Not spoken to my dad at all

So I'm gonna just start talking about all this stuff, and try not to focus on the fact that I'm just sitting here whining to myself. Let's call it introspection. Right.

Welcome to my blog of quibbling introspection, AKA whiny navel-gazing.

Whatevs, it's my blog.

Anyway, here's a few more pics, just for funnsies.