Showing posts with label Being Human. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being Human. Show all posts

Monday, March 14, 2016

Books and More

My dear friend called me today to discuss the latest issue of playboy, which is now available at 5 year old eye level in a Barnes & Noble near you.

She has an eleven year old son who notices and analyses everything he sees and hears.  This naturally leads to LOTS of uncomfortable conversations between them and even more uncomfortable retellings to unsuspecting family members by him.  If your kids' Grandma needs to know what "that swallows!" means, he's your guy.

I love every conversation we have, she is a fantastic source of calm, rational, thoughtful advice which I frequently seek out. I am pretty sure her boy has exercised those brain muscles for her extensively from the moment he was able to talk. And she is not at all timid about asking for advice or even just confirmation of her sanity.

She called today with this conundrum: She was at Barnes and Noble to get get a book for her niece. While waiting to check out she noticed that B&N has recently changed it's placement of Playboy magazine to the racks in front of the cashiers.  This policy change is, of course, tied to Playboy no longer featuring nudes.

However.

This month's cover she found to be not something she would like to have to explain to her 11 year old son, who would, 100 per cent for sure ask about.  It's at his eye level.

She called to ask me if she was crazy to feel this way about it. So I pulled up the cover image.

Playboy. A Magazine for Men, March 2016



HOLY CRAP.

So clearly, she's clothed.  But she can't be 2 days over 18. She could certainly pass for 14.  She is posing so that photo appears to be a selfie (she'd have to have gorilla arms AND a selfie stick for that to be the case, but that detailed observation probably takes more brain power than those who purchase this mag are using) and the text banner across the lower third implies that this a selfie she has texted to someone.

So my issue isn't the bra and panties, it's the implication that this is what girls do for boys.  That boys can expect girls to take and text sexualized photos of themselves.

I'm neither a prude nor naive, I know girls do this.  I also know they don't need to see this cover image to get the idea. Long ago, at the beginning of digital time, I did it. I don't think girls should be shamed or punished for it, but that's a different post altogether.

However.

I find the idea that my daughter might see this graphic and draw the conclusion that boys are expecting, or worse, deserve photos like this sliding across their screens.

Seeing this at such a vanilla establishment as B&N makes it seem as though sexting photos of herself to her latest crush is just a basic level of communication needed to hold his attention.

How about my son?

I would never ever want him to feel as though he has a right to see a classmate's personal photos like this.  This is completely acceptable in a committed relationship, but never will he deserve or have a right to it.

I don't want to fall into the rabbit hole here, but this expectation of access to women's bodies is the tiny seed of school and workplace sexual harassment.

It strikes me that individual Barnes and Noble shouldn't be forced into displaying it at my kids' eye level.  Yes, Yes. They (currently) are. Corporate has decided to let Playboy pay for premium placement, the same way sugary cereals pay to placed on the shelf where your kid will see them. And individual stores have no say.  Or at least that's what the manager told my friend when she voiced her concern.

Friday, March 11, 2016

Grocery Store Etiquette 101

Some take aways from shopping amongst crushing hoards which you may employ:


1. If you can opt for one of those two tier half carts, do it.

2. If you have a kid with you and it's super crowded, do not let them push the cart, tiny or otherwise.

3. If there's one area that is particularly tight AND crowded, like the corner where the meat case meets the tasting station at Trader Joe's, park your cart in a nearby, unobtrusive spot and do a "snatch and grab" for your much need tenderloins.

4. This is not the time to read the labels on each and every type of trail mix and snacking nuts TJ's offers. Skip it. You can do it next time.

5. Pay attention to the people around you.

6. Be polite: "Please," "Thank you," "Do you have a bottle opener on your keys?" they go a long way.

7. Double check your list before you get in line.

8. Do not park your cart in line and then turn to me and say, "I'll be right back.  Watch my cart, 'kay?"

9. And for the love of all that is holy, Bag your own damn groceries. They are yours after all.



Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Flotsam and Jetsam

Can we talk about birthday party goodie bags for a moment?  

 Here are the bullet points of today's rant/lecture:

  • Every adult hates them

The host adult has carefully and thoughtfully designing a parting gift that stayed true to the "theme" of the party, spending time and money planning, creating, and assembling that she would, frankly, rather spend hanging out with her kids or upgrading her Netflix and watching tv. 

Or she freaked out at the last minute, raced to the party supply store, nearly mowed down an elderly lady coming out of Bed, Bath and Beyond with a cart full of scented candles, and spent a ton of money on junk the "kids" are just going to throw away.

The recipient adult (who is probably someone you know and like) now has a bag of trash, candy, and non-working flotsam to secret away from her child, who could not possibly part with that novelty eraser that only smears every pencil mark it comes into contact with.  Thank you for giving my kid one more thing to talk to her therapist about.


  • They create a culture of consumerism and entitlement


Kids don't need it, they basically just had the equivalent of a kegger with a giant costumed mouse presiding, that they contributed nothing NOTHING to. They should be giving YOU a gift! Oh, wait. They did give your kid gifts.

But they expect it now. And it better be good.  I have actually heard 2nd graders comparing notes over past party bags. I have heard kids complain about the gift they were just given for coming to a friends party. Stop paying off my kid.

You know what my kid needs to get for coming to your kid's party? A high five and a thank you note.  They are a huge waste of resources

  • They are a huge waste of resources


No one wants to spend their time and money on something that will go unnoticed, unused and unloved.  Spend it on wine and an HBOGo subscription.

We collectively are filling our world with trash. Please stop.  Stop buying it and companies will stop making it.


  • They highlight 'have vs. have not' 


Not all parents can afford to do this.  Just like santa can't seem to afford to leave my kid an ipad, 'Beats' headphones, and a guitar.  (Side note: I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop doing that, Santa)

My kid once received a parting "goodie bag" with the exact same craft kit that we had given to the birthday girl. (for the record, I have a $15 rule, unless you are related by blood or the one and only BFF, for whom I bump it to $25)  So. Um. That's embarrassing. For both of us. My kid was MORTIFIED. She was 5.  That's right, even a 5 year old gets it.


Now, for the record, I have been, in the past guilty of getting caught up in this.  Here are some of the things we've given as party favors in the past: 
  • Rainbow Fairy and Magic Treehouse Books
  • Lego mini-figs
  • Pool noodles
  • Helium balloons (in a fit of panic when I realized I left the glow sticks at home) 
  • Mini-pumpkins the kids had painted 
  • Copies of Leonardo and the Terrible Monster by Mo Willems



However, for the past several birthdays, we have skipped it. And do you know what? I was thanked. 
By multiple parents.