REGRETS

There they were, 

All pious as pious could get,

Not willing to admit to any regret,

Or to let anyone pin on them any real wrongdoing, 

At least not without saying that the coming and throughing of such made them what they are today,

That they could weigh the value of such things.

But nay!

They could not know the weight that I bore! Regret the size of which they’d not known before! Regret that would never, ever, ever, let me settle the score! 

Their point of view demanded, that all paths got them to where they had landed,

And well, that was all well and good, 

But until you walked through the door, 

I never really, 

Understood. 

Hillary Clinton…

…and smashing the glass ceiling.

Milkface, being born in 2009, does not understand the significance of Barack Obama’s presidency. In his frame of reference, a person of color could always be president, should always be able to be president. As of tonight, we can add women to the talent pool. Milkface, his friends and many children will be blissfully unaware of the significance of tonight’s event, too.

Regardless of one’s feelings for Hillary Clinton, tonight we should celebrate an event I honestly believed I would never see. And when the celebration is over, we need to resume the hard work of advocating and supporting those who remain unrecognized and overlooked. Our nation has come so far but has much further to go.

I look at Milkface’s friends, my friends’ children, random children and want them to live in a world where opportunities are not limited by gender, race, religion, sexual orientation, economics and geography. The notion “It was that way when I was a kid and I turned out fine” must be rejected.

I’m not saying this as a mother. I’m not saying this as a professional woman who has been sexually harassed at work, paid less than a male peer, denied a job because I was “at the age most girls have children” or invited to make someone a sandwich. I’m not saying this as a woman who has been the victim of sexual assault.

I’m saying this as a human being who happens to be a woman, who recognizes that a single hole in a glass ceiling doesn’t automatically mean there is a ladder for the rest of us to climb. We, still, have to build the ladder.

Tonight, we celebrate.  Tomorrow, we get back to work.

Munich…

…and jumping to conclusions.

Why wait for the facts when it's easier to act like a total asshole?

Why wait for the facts when it’s easier to act like a total asshole?

Completely emotionally drained from yesterday’s bullshit, I went to bed early.  Early enough that I didn’t stay glued to the news as I usually do when stories such as these break.

This morning, I woke up and did my usual routine of coffee grab, dog duty, breakfast for the Milkface and checking Facebook for birthday reminders.  I was distracted by two things at the top of my feed:  an article from The Local – Germany and a rambling verbal tantrum about Obama’s failure to protect German citizens from Muslims who want to see the world burn.  It came as no surprise that an American would ignore basic facts and twist a story to suit a political narrative:  Obama is the problem, our foreign policy is weak, we are soft on terror, we enable terrorism by allowing immigrants entry into our country.

The tragedy in Munich is not an IS related incident.  The tragedy in Munich was committed by a man called Ali Sonboly who was born and raised in Munich.  He has no ties to IS.  Per reports, Sonboly was obsessed with mass killers and inspired by Anders Breivik.

For those who do not remember Anders Breivik, he is the far-right extremist who shot up a summer camp on Utøya in Norway in July 2011.  Breivik had written a manifesto of explaining his ideology and his desire to to deport all Muslims from Europe.  In short, he’s a racial purist. Utøya was carried out as a means to draw attention to his manifesto.

This morning, there are people who are inferring that the atrocity in Munich is related to the nightmares in Nice, Paris and Istanbul.  This line of thinking needs to stop immediately.  We must understand the difference between Utøya and Munich and Nice, Paris and Istanbul.  Utøya and Munich were perpetrated by members of the far-right who want Muslims, non-whites and immigrants out of their country.

Not unlike many people who are currently supporting Donald Trump’s “platform.”

Obama is not the problem.  Muslims are not the problem.  Hispanics are not the problem.  Immigrants are not the problem.  The problem is with people who are reluctant to embrace change, accept those who are different (from them) and perpetuate hate because they are unabashedly ignorant.  The problem is with those who live in a fear of losing control and no longer being a majority.  The problem is with those who actually believe that being white and Christian means that they are better than those who are not.

Verily, verily! 

(on the Occasion of the Canadian Anglican Church approving same sex marriage by a narrow margin)

Verily, verily, I say unto thee,

Kicking and screaming shall they be,

Dragged into the future,

Into the light,

Amidst gnashing of teeth,

They will do what is right,

The wind shall blow,

Direct in Truth’s sail,

So that in the end,

Love shall prevail!

Finley Y Fuckery

Last year, we enrolled our son in camp at the Finley Y for the few weeks his school’s camp was not in session.  Having been members of the Y for a few years and having heard good things from other parents, we didn’t think twice.  One assumes that a Y camp will be a safe environment for a child.  Our only concern was what one of Milkface’s friends called “G-d Time” which was a time for Christian prayer.  Given that Milkface is Jewish, his mom is Jewish and his father is agnostic, we had to have a discussion with Milkface about that.  Our discussion consisted of “They’re going to pray.  You’re going to be quiet and daydream.”

Milkface’s time with Finley lasted all of three days.  He started on a Monday.  By Thursday morning, he was in tears in the parking lot, begging me to take him home.  Camp was scary and he had been bullied every single day.

After the first day of camp, I reached out to management to alert them to the issues.  Management was marginally responsive but not responsive enough.  The supervision was limited.  The older kids antagonized the younger kids.  Despite my repeated requests for additional monitoring or supervision, nothing improved.  We sent an email to the director informing him of Milkface’s withdrawal from the program and requested a full refund.  The only positive observation I have of the program is that the refund was issued lickety-split and with zero argument.

Dock and I wondered if we were being hasty in our decision to yank Milkface from the program after three days.  We knew we had an unhappy and scared child.  We knew something was very much off with the program.  We also knew that abruptly pulling your child from a program would also limit his opportunity to learn how to manage bullies.  Like most things parenting, there’s always going to be some way you shortchange your kid.

Today, reading the local news, I found this article.  It is awful.  It is not, unfortunately, remotely surprising.

I’m not one to post many mommy rants or condemnation of businesses or services unless it’s a necessity.  I feel it is.  The culture of bullying is still pervasive.  Only now, because of one very on-the-ball and brave mom, we understand exactly how terrible and horrendous it really is. And, of course, the message needs to be shared because neither child nor parent deserves an experience like this.

Raleigh mom says son was pinned to ground, assaulted at YMCA camp

There is growing concern among parents, and an ongoing police investigation, after a Raleigh mom said she saw her 6-year-old son being assaulted by two older boys at a Triangle YMCA.

Justine McGuire said she walked into the gym at the A.E. Finley YMCA last week and found her 6-year-old pinned to the ground and assaulted in the groin by two older boys.

“I got there and I found him lying on the ground and his back was next to one of the benches,” she said. “One of the boys was holding him down to the ground with his feet on his chest while the other little boy pulled his genitals out of the bottom of his gym shorts and then sat on his face.”

McGuire said her son wears a hearing aid and has epilepsy.

But she said her concern skyrocketed when she was told that one of the boys wouldn’t be punished at all, and the camp director told her not to contact police.

“The camp director basically told me, ‘I know it’s gross, but boys will be boys and horseplay is typical at this age’ and I may have been overreacting,” she said.

McGuire said she disagreed and called authorities.

A Raleigh police spokesperson said they are actively investigating the allegations of assault.

In the meantime, McGuire’s story has gained traction on social media where other parents have shared similar stories.

Tasha Bullock says her 8-year-old daughter was assaulted by another child at the same YMCA last fall. She too said the camp director discouraged her from calling police.

“A little boy lifted up her dress and tried to touch her in her private areas under her underwear,” Bullock said. “I’m telling (the camp director) I am about to call the police, and he is like, ‘Oh, police aren’t needed.'”

A YMCA spokesperson released a statement Wednesday that said, “We have been in close contact with parents, our staff and local authorities, and are fully cooperating with the investigation. The children alleged to be involved in the situation are not part of camp at this time.”

A letter was also sent home to parents, but officials declined to release any additional specific information about the incident.

YMCA code of conduct prohibits harassment of any kind.

The summer of our lives…

I’ve always found the term “midlife crisis” to be a bit of a misrepresentation. Basically it means that you’ve reached a point in your life when you’re suddenly aware of your own mortality and you’d better goddamn well have some fun before you die. Where’s the crisis in that? Thank god you came to this realization before you got too old to do anything about it. At this point in your life, if you’ve followed the conventional path, you’ve probably been working and raising kids and acting like a responsible mature adult for years. Empty-nest syndrome has a lot to do with it as well. One day you discover that the kids are old enough to look after themselves. Then they move out to go to college or start their own lives.

Assuming your relationship has survived the trials and tribulations of raising kids, suddenly you and your significant other find something that was carefully packed away or misplaced for years: Your Lives BC (before children). What to do…what to do? It’s only natural to pick up where you left off. What were your passions and interests when you were younger? What kind of fun did you like to have? Now you have the time and, most likely, the money to do all the things you always wanted to do, but couldn’t afford to, when you were a kid.

In other words, it’s summer time, baby. The season of prolific spring is over and it’s now time to revert at least partially to a child-like state. Play, relax, take that trip, drink too much, buy some kind of over-indulgent grown up toy like a Ferrari, or a sailboat, eat a lot of ice-cream, get a tattoo, take ukulele lessons.

Buy something completely pointless. Like a bubble machine.

A friend of mine recently posted this on facebook:

You know what I’ve always wanted? A bubble machine.
You know what I just bought? A bubble machine.
You know why? Because fuck you, it’s my midlife crisis and I’ll do what I damn well please.
Kidding. I just love bubbles.

This got me thinking about the whole midlife crisis idea. People tend to use it as excuse for doing something crazy and uncharacteristic for a person their age. The thing is that my friend and I are the same age, and we’re hardly middle-aged. I told him that this isn’t a midlife crisis at all. We’re in the summer of our lives, when it finally becomes “okay” to have fun again, to be immature if we want to without having to explain anything. In Sweden we have a saying: “Sommaren är kort.” It means, “summer is short.” Winter is just around the corner so you’d better lap up as much of the summer while you still can. However, I see no reason why we shouldn’t make our summer time last until the very last day of our lives.

So have another drink, put bacon on that sandwich, turn that that music up, stay up all night finishing that book, binge an entire season of Game of Thrones. #YOLO

And yes indeed, buy that bubble machine. Sommaren är kort.

BREXIT BLUES

(Borrowing from Van Morrison, with good intention)

Baby Please Don’t Go
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go, off the EU scene,
You know I love you so,
Britain please don’t go,

Baby, your mind done gone
Well, your mind done gone
You could lose the farm
With your Brexit song,
Baby, please don’t go

Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Just let me make it clear,
Ya’ll are not alone,
Britain, please don’t go
Hey

Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go, off the EU scene,
You know I love you so,
Britain please don’t go,

Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Just let me make it clear,
Ya’ll are not alone,
Britain, please don’t go
Hey

The referendum blues,
The referendum blues,
If the Brexit win the country gonna lose,
Say it once again,
Ya’ll be leaving on that midnight train
And I’m cryin’

Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go, off the EU scene,
You know I love you so,
Britain please don’t go,
Baby, please don’t go
Let’s go

MOAR GUNZ!!!

WE WANT MOAR GUNZ!!!
WE NEED MOAR GUNZ!!!
FUCK YOUR STUPID
REGULASHUNZ!
SHOVE THEM WHERE
THERE IS NO SUNZ!
MOAR GUNZ! FOR ALL
THE THIEVES
AND RAPISTS
MOAR GUNZ! FOR ALL
POTENTIAL TERRORISTS
MOAR GUNZ! FOR ALL
THE KILLERS TOO
MOAR GUNZ! FOR ME
MOAR GUNZ! FOR YOU
MORE GUNS!
IZ FUNZ
FOR EVERYONEZ!