Over at Apoloblogology is a rather funny write up about how to celebrate Guy Fawkes day. I honestly laughed at the idea of an exploding gingerbread house.
Category: Blogs I Know
Speaking of Dumb as Rocks
Corinne Maier has published a ground breaking work that is sure to save shallow idiots everywhere from the horrible drudgery and tedium that is parenthood. Her “No Kid, 40 Reasons for Not Having Children” points out chapter by chapter that having children is hard work, self sacrifice and not the fast track to material success — just in case you missed that and figured that child-rearing would be a good way to entertain yourself and would keep you from being lonely. Yes, and in other news water IS wet.
I have seen a lot of comments in the “Mommy-blog-sphere” about how awful this book is, especially for this woman’s children. But I can’t help but wonder… really is she serious? Could anyone actually have a degree in psychology and still be so stunningly naive about the burden that child rearing can be? Could anyone be that clueless? I find it much more likely that she wrote the book to be provocative and knew it would stir a reaction and consequently make her a great deal of money. Either that or she really is unfathomably self-centered and incapable of understanding that other people are not having children for exactly the same reasons she claims to have.
I never expected raising children to be easy, but it is fun. There are moments of heartbreak and pain. There is also unexplainable pride, joy and happiness. There is nothing that beats seeing my children learn and grow and become interesting accomplished people in their own right. I suppose if I thought they would be little robots that I programed out to be just like what I wanted, or it to be some fantasy perfect child thing I would be disappointed, but then I probably would have stopped at two.
I hope, really I do hope that Ms Maier is sitting around the dinner table tonight laughing with her children about how great mummy’s little plan to make them enough money to afford a great vacation this year and put them through university is going. They all giggle at the great joke they have played on the world. She gives them a big hug tonight and tells them how much she loves them and that she wouldn’t trade them for all the art exhibits and cocktail parties in the world. Because really, the alternative is sad.
A tip of the hat to Karen Edmisten
I don’t blog about politics
But I do on occasion blog about gender issues. There are three posts at the Anchoress that are well worth reading this morning. Read “Mean Reporters dare ask Hillary real questions“, “Stupid Men, Stupid Parents, Stupid Madison Avenue” and the most recent “Tony Snow make some great points“.
I have never, not ever understood the whole “gender” issue thing. Probably because I grew up with parents, especially a father, who never treated me like an incompetent. But even as I stepped out into the world I “missed” all this horrible bias against women. I work in a very male heavy field (by profession I am a programmer), I am a proud member of the Roman Catholic church — a patriarchic hierarchy, I went to college, I worked low income jobs.. and honestly in all that time I have never felt discriminated against. Occasionally “harassed” by some guy or other who didn’t understand the meaning of “No, I am busy Friday night” but I always chalked that up to their inability to understand English and my naturally irresistible good looks (yes that is a bit tongue in cheek) and the situation was always resolved with “I wouldn’t date you if you were the last man on Earth” .
So this thing with Mrs. Clinton bugged me, like it bugged a lot of women. What on Earth is she doing pointing out the obvious fact that she is a woman? Oh, I get it she thinks women will vote for her becauseshe is a woman. To which I say “Give me a break”, really. It is every bit as sexist to expect me to vote for her because she is a woman as it would be to NOT vote for her because she is a woman. There is no ( or at least shouldn’t be) any kind of sisterly solidarity when it comes to politics. Mrs. Clinton supports the murder of unborn children she does NOT get my vote. I don’t care if she is female or not. Because guess what? I don’t care if she is a woman or not. All I care about are the issues and the confidence that I have that a candidate will serve the country well. The sad thing is that she is right in her assumption that some women will vote on gender. This is true in main part because media and the educational system have worked very hard the last thirty years making sure that women are gender biased.
As the Anchoress points out: “I was raised to see people as people first, not as genders, and I have long, long since grown weary of being preached to about it.” So what was all this indoctrination about? Why does every kids show blare about “Girls can do anything no matter what the boys might think” and why do so many commercials feature the “Dumb Male” and why does every college freshman have to sit through “orientation” which is bound to include a whole speech about date-rape, gender sensitivity and the classic “good woman/bad men” talk. The reality is that women are by nature (yes, by nature) the gathers and men can be dangerous.
Women gather, they shop, they talk, they make community. They raise the children, decorate the home, decide on major purchases, they dress their households, they spend the money in most homes. (yes, sweeping generalisations but ones that Madison avenue counts on when they market just about anything from laundry detergent to automobiles). Women have power and they always — have it just looks a little different then men. Men display more, they fight more, they look at conquering something as a good thing. In order to keep men from asserting any kind of influence they have to be cowed. And they are. I really don’t think all these pro-girl messages have helped girls, but they have cowed boys. Boy like to brag, compete, show one another up. That isn’t allowed now. Everyone has to win and excellence in anything is all too often squashed on the alter of “self-esteem”. Boys don’t gain self-esteem by being toldthey are great. They gain it by finishing first, building something higher, throwing something farther than they did last time or the last kid did. By whacking the competition out of public schools we are in a sense castrating our sons… which is exactly what some gender-sensitive feminist think is a good idea. Enter a presidential candidate who thinks attending an all girl college is good experience for dealing with an all male political field.
I loved this quote “There are questions some media organizations simply don’t ask. For instance, is racism as bad as it was two decades ago? The answer is no(sic) If you doubt it, check out your kids. They’re refreshingly devoid of the bigotry and self-consciousness that characterized our youth. ” I have to remark on this. About a week ago I was talking to my husband about our children. There is a real and marked difference between our oldest, Ashley (15) and Christopher (8). Ashley is much more racially conscience than Christopher who isn’t at all.
This summer Christopher was at the pool and he made a new friend. They were the same height, the same age, they both loved swimming and they both were named Christopher. My son talked about how much they had in common, how cool it was that they were so alike, same name and everything. I laughed when I was talking to my husband about it. Our son is the palest little boy, his friend was about as dark as you could hope to meet. This little skin color thing was so unremarkable to them that they mention it at all… there was no “We are so alike — except the skin color” It just didn’t come up. My older daughter is very aware or color. But not because of us. The big difference is this: Christopher has been homeschooled. He doesn’t learn about racial “issues” they way Ashley did. When Ashley was 7 she came home crying one day. Her class had been studying the civil rights movement as part of “Black History Month”. What Ashley got out of the little indoctrination session was this “Why are white people so mean to black people?” with tears and guilt that she was born the color of oppression. It has stuck with her, it changed her. No matter that we have friends with every pan-tone that human skin comes in. No matter that her family’s entire experience with racial bigotry has been on the receiving end (Irish and Jewish) but she is supposed to be apologetic for wrongs committed by others with whom she has no connection because the powers that be benefit from a society where the populace is divided and controlled.
And that is what burns me. No matter the rhetoric the real root of the gender and racial divide has so little to do with real bigotry. It has so much to do with keeping vested political and commercial interests in their cozy spots and keeping the attention away from real issues. Sad, true and frightening.
Homeschool them
So they won’t be Dumb as rocks via Homeschool buzz.
Seriously, this is worth reading if just for the laugh and little bit of self-congratulating.
Here are the main points if you don’t want to bother clicking things:
- Turn off the television.
- Read to your kids.
- Eat together.
- Be a learner.
- Get out of the house and serve the poor with kids in tow.
- Homeschool.
- Get them into Boy Scouts…or something like it.
- Get theological.
- Have kids within the context of marriage.
This made me laugh and think
I am still waiting for the debate over the “Golden Compass” to reach Harry Potter levels of hysteria. Or actually maybe not. I think there is much less wiggle room on the “Golden Compass” than there was with HP (which DH and DD15 have read and enjoyed). But it is definitely one thing on the “looking at but haven’t decided on list”. We don’t really go to movies and since the kids aren’t in public school it will most likely be a non-issue for us, but time will tell.
Over at Standing on my head there is a few wonderful thoughts on our aweful hymns citing one of the main issues… how the mass is misunderstood. My thoughts on that topic are here.
Busy Good
This is bound to be a crazy busy week for us. I find some strange, small comfort in the idea that I am not alone in this. Happy Catholic has a fun post about busy times and counting your blessings that is worth reading.
When I Pray it Changes Me
Over at The Court Jester Jeff Miller writes : Some time ago I also started to pray for him as I try to do for the priests of the parishes I attend. A couple of months ago I was surprised to find how my attitude had changed towards Fr. Sullivan. Before seeing him with his idiosyncrasies and casual treatment of the Mass could cause me to get rather heated inside, but instead I started to become more aware of the positive things that he did and the negative ones made less of an impression on me or I could more easily ignore.
I find this is often the case for myself and one reason why I try to remind my children that if someone is really annoying you pray for them. Prayer helps put you in God’s frame where you can more easily see the good in your fellow human and be more forgiving of the bad. Christ loved that annoying person enough to die for them; there must be some good in there somewhere. Even if it is hard to find. So I try to be slow to give-up on people. But it is prayer that makes the most difference. It is very difficult to judge harshly someone for whom you are praying.
Only for Today
I am one of those people who is a compulsive planner and worrier. I really spend far too much time fretting about some things then it actually requires to do the thing I stress over. I found this small devotion written by Blessed John XXIII at Daughter of the Kingand I am copying it here for easy reference:
How Much More Will the Father Give
1) Only for today, I will seek to live the livelong day positively without wishing to solve the problems of my life all at once.
2) Only for today, I will take the greatest care of my appearance: I will dress modestly; I will not raise my voice; I will be courteous in my behavior; I will not criticize anyone except myself.
3) Only for today, I will be happy in the certainty that I was created to be happy, not only in the other world but also in this one.
4) Only for today, I will adapt to circumstances, without requiring all circumstances to be adapted to my own wishes.
5) Only for today, I will devote ten minutes of my time to some good reading, remembering that just as food is necessary to the life of the body, so good reading is necessary to the life of the soul.
6) Only for today, I will do one good deed and not tell anyone about it.
7) Only for today, I will do at least one thing I do not like doing; and if my feelings are hurt, I will make sure that no one notices.
8 ) Only for today, I will make a plan for myself: I may not follow it to the letter, but I will make it. And I will be on guard against two evils: hastiness and indecision.
9) Only for today, I will firmly believe, despite appearances, that the good Providence of God cares for me as no one else who exists in this world.
10) Only for today, I will have no fears. In particular, I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful and to believe in goodness. Indeed, for twelve hours I can certainly do what might cause me consternation were I to believe I had to do it all my life.
~Blessed John XXIII
My plan is to reference this for the month of November each day. Each day is its own, its troubles and its graces and I really need to get better about keeping that in mind. We will see how this goes.
Being Catholic is fun.
On Called by Name Fr. Kyle Schnippel shares a story from Whispers in the Loggia . This is on of those stories that made my heart happy while bringing tears to my eyes. Msgr Ed Petty passed away last week. From the Homily at his funeral mass there was this:
For Ed, Catholicism was thoroughly fun. And real fun is being a part of something greater than yourself. Belonging to the church is fun because it expands beyond the limits of this world. Ed knew the thrill of being a part of something that brings us together with all the angels and saints—the worship of almighty God in spirit and in truth….
I love that thought. The joy of being part of something so wonderful and magnificent. We are made for sacrifice and love. Hope, joy, faith and love.
Another plea for common decency.
Over at “Woman Honor Thyself” I was thrilled to read a great post about the decline of decent conduct in blog comments. Something I have vented about here before.
It is one of those incredible “proofs” of the inate human inclination to sin that the second responsibility is removed from a right we sink inevitably to the lowest level.