Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Map Quest
Friday, April 20, 2007
The Feminine Mispeak
She also reports that work derives big benefits in addition to getting compensated. "Despite the undeniable challenges of the juggling act, working women tend to be happier and even healthier than stay-at-home moms, in ways that have been documented by a broad range of surprising medical, psychological and social science data. Their incomes give them power in their marriages and options in the larger world, not to mention opportunities that benefit their families. Women are socialized not to brag, but it's very gratifying to make money, be successful, and get recognition for your work. Like most men, many working women wouldn't even consider giving up such rewards."
In addition, they have now shown that children of stay-at-home moms don't fare any better than those of working moms. Oh great. Just when I had gotten over all of the guilt I have felt for taking a nap when the kids were younger instead of taking them to the park or to see the Remarkable Loon juggling act downtown. Or being too tired to listen to a song one more time, or dragging Sarah by one arm through Marshall Field's because she was naughty. I can still picture her little sparkly red shoes trying to keep up with my anger-filled stride. I could have been at work instead. Good times.
Wait a minute!..Is what I have been doing the last 17 years a mistake? Should I feel even more guilty about the choices I have made than I already do? Have I not planned accordingly or protected my own interests adequately enough?
The author writes "It shouldn't be news that educating ourselves can help us to make smarter choices. You wouldn't buy a car without doing some comparison shopping and researching the advantages of different options, would you? So why would you make a major life choice that could jeopardize your future without informing yourself about the risks -- and the alternatives?"
I totally agree with her but here's the thing. To coin Bennett's phrase, I have been a CHO (Chief Household Operator) for the last twenty years. To not stay at home with my children was not something I could negotiate in my mind. I was staying home. That is what my mom did and all the moms before her. I know there were risks with that decision but I chose it on blind faith. I could not leave my children in someone's else's care. But I never was critical of women who could. That is their choice and they probably were/are more secure now. But many working mothers that I encountered were always critical of my decision. I had woman say to me directly "I don't have time to make home-made muffins...I'm more than just a stay-at home mom." Ouch.
The Feminine Mispeak ( By Me!)
The bottom line is that you can't program for a moving target. Bad things happen. You deal with them as they happen. That is life. It is like a business that needs to be managed everyday. You don't need to pretend you are a social scientist to know that. A woman, working outside of the home or not needs to consider the problems she might encounter in the future. She cannot live in a fairy tale. She should have a contingency plan to protect herself on all levels. Between natural disasters, school shootings, illness, death, war and the economy, who knows what lies ahead? The important thing is that we as women, have choices. We need to support one another with those choices and not tear each other down. There is no right or wrong choice on this matter. Both decisions are complicated. As women, we are already second-class citizens. There should not be such a disconnect between us. If we turn against each other over this issue, who will be eager to listen to us when we need to bare our souls to someone? The men? The children? It is the women; moms, sisters, friends. We all have that in common. Hang on to that.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Visiting the Red Zone
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Semi-Lame Ass Cooking
For those who know me best, cooking has not been one of my strengths. I always understood the concept of cooking. I just never understood how it applied to me. If I couldn't boil it, microwave it or order it from a nearby eatery you could forget about a fussy meal. A few free afternoons, remote firmly in my hand , I wound up on the Food Channel. Imagine my surprise, weeks later, to find out that I am officially now a “foodie” who times her day by the Food Channel programming. I buy kitchen gadgets and take classes from Williams-Sonoma. I enjoy reading the forwards of cookbooks. I watch The Barefoot (rum makes everything better) Contessa everyday at 4:00p.m. How can you not love someone who says "the cupcakes are just a vehicle for the frosting"? I marvel at her casualness in the kitchen as well as her dedication to her husband of 38 years. Dear Jeffrey. Mind you they live apart during the week. That may have something to do with it. Now I only buy "good" vanilla and "good" mayonnaise. I no longer am afraid of roasting winter vegetables. I have learned that garlic is my friend. But most of all, I have learned the importance of lemon zest. How empty my life was until now. Dear God, perfect ice cubes again!
I grew up in the comfort food generation. Every good Midwestern mother tailored her cooking skills by picking up recipes in women's magazines while waiting for her children at scouting meetings. Staples at our house were macaroni and cheese, baked spaghetti, tater tot casserole, chicken and rice and the dreaded meatloaf. My brother should have been a surgeon. He could dissect my mom's meatloaf on his plate into three separate piles: meat, onions and the mystery pile. He could stuff her brussel sprouts under the table into a secret crevice until they dried out and fell to the linoleum. I can still hear my Dad shouting "Bobby, do you know why the dog won't come out from underneath the kitchen table?" Mind-bending and appetizing at the same time. But I digress.
I have become addicted to the food shows in the afternoon hours and just when I get used to the idea of really cooking and creating good meals, comes Sandra Lee, Miss Thing, with Semi-Homemade cooking. My first thought was that she had a sugar daddy who bought mama a time slot on cable. Bingo. Just when I get clear focus on cooking techniques comes a show that teaches us how to trick our friends into thinking the meal was home-made. God, I've been doing that for years. Teach me something new. My mind is going and I hate doing Sudoku. I need visual stimulation. Everything Sandra teaches is "super simple." I need complicated now. Is that so wrong? I need tips that are more elaborate than "use a hot pan, it helps the food cook quicker." Furthermore, I don't want to hear one more time that she "loves butter and sour cream." No way. Not with that size 2 figure. Except for the figure, I honestly think I could do a better job with this time slot.
And what about the tablescapes? Besides putting together a crappy dinner, we are then supposed to coordinate it with a hideous tablescape and some sort of exotic "tini" to drink. Every episode showcases an alcoholic beverage to go with the lame-ass, I mean, semi-homemade dinner. Hope the kids can do the dishes while mommy takes a power nap after dinner.
I can see it now. Housewives across America serving boxed food for dinner, drunk off their butts with hideous tablescapes that are so overdone. Kids! Don't touch the Eiffel Tower display! It goes with our frozen, I mean home-baked French Fries. Anyone care for a "Eiffeltini?" Bien sur! Mais oui! Ooohhh la la lame ass....
Give me The Barefoot Contessa and a bottle of Rum anyday. Please.