Commentary on the News

Everywhere I turned yesterday, I heard this: “The planet has a fever,” Gore said. “If your baby has a fever, you go to the doctor. If the doctor says you need to intervene here, you don’t say, ‘Well, I read a science fiction novel that told me it’s not a problem.’ If the crib’s on fire, you don’t speculate that the baby is flame retardant. You take action.”

Each time, I rolled my eyes and said (sometimes out loud), “No, you don’t. If your baby has a fever, you know that his or her little body is fighting off infection on its own. All you have to do is watch and wait.”

I’m guessing Al Gore never actually tended a baby with a fever.

The problem with using metaphors is that all too soon, the metaphor breaks down. In this case, the metaphor crumbled from the very start.

Then I heard that Al Gore consumes more energy than most of us (“last August alone, Gore burned through 22,619 kWh—guzzling more than twice the electricity in one month than an average American family uses in an entire year. As a result of his energy consumption, Gore’s average monthly electric bill topped $1,359“) in addition to his frequent flying on private jets (I had to laugh when I heard on the news that he’s “jetting” around, spreading his message). I wonder if he actually believes his message of imminent catastrophe . . . and does he hang his own laundry on clotheslines to dry?

(I haven’t seen “An Inconvenient Truth.” The last time I saw a movie with an obvious political bias I was not persuaded by the movie’s bias . . . I was just annoyed and wondered how it could be that so many people believed the propaganda.)

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Speaking of topics in the news, did you all hear about the new study done that expunges the guilt of millions of American mothers by telling us that modern mothers actually spend more time with their kids than mothers in the past did?

In 1965, mothers spent 10.2 hours a week tending primarily to their children — feeding them, reading with them or playing games, for example — according to the study’s analysis of detailed time diaries kept by thousands of Americans. That number dipped in the 1970s and 1980s, rose in the 1990s and now is higher than ever, at nearly 14.1 hours a week.

A quote I found interesting was this:

There is primary time, when a child is the focus of a parent’s attention. There is secondary time — helping with homework, for example, while cooking dinner. Then there is a third category: just being with children.

Perhaps because I accessible to my children all day, most every day, I do not feel guilty over not spending enough time giving my children my sole focus. I wonder if our society is not too child-focused while at the same time, not taking into account a child’s true needs for security and protection. I, personally, would describe my parenting philosophy as “benign neglect.” I think I once saw Madeleine L’Engle use that phrase, but I have never been able to find it again. I like to believe that we share the same mothering philosophy.

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Well, this post started last night . . . and in the interval, I have been through five lessons of history with my children (I wonder if I would have supported Franklin Delano Roosevelt when he was in office?), slept, washed, dried and folded a bunch of laundry, exercised twice, watched “Oprah” while taking care of a 6-month old baby, read the newspaper, and gone to a sort of company dinner with my husband. I think I had a point when I started, but now, it’s just a jumble of observations, which has its own particular point, I suppose.

Wherein I repeat myself. Listen to me!

Seriously.  Whoever started the stupid trend of equating colors (red and blue) with political parties (Democrat and Republican) ought to be slapped silly.  Everyone who follows this lazy style of describing people, STOP IT!  I asked once nicely

So knock it off!  Use a little effort and if you must label me, use a term that makes sense, not a nonsensical color.  Please, I suggest this term:  Irritable Queen of Common Sense and Sock-Folding.

I still don’t remember if my pointless vote for the Republican candidates makes me red or blue . . . (don’t say it) . . . or (I mean it, don’t say it) . . . just (stop thinking that!) (do not fill in this blank ________.)

Frankly, I an a cynic about organized government.  Clearly, it’s not working.  I say ban organized government altogether, because anyone with eyes can see that it does more harm than good.  Don’t you think?  Let’s just go for complete anarchy and chaos because that makes so much more sense than being organized.  Organization = bad.

On a related note, I just want to ask Elton John if he thinks unorganized religion makes more sense.  See, he said this:

“From my point of view, I would ban religion completely. Organized religion doesn’t seem to work. It turns people into really hateful lemmings and it’s not really compassionate.”

From my point of view, I would ban government completely.  Organized government doesn’t seem to work.  It turns people into really hateful lemmings and it’s not really compassionate.

Ha.  Elton John should just shut up and sing.  What does he know about organized religion anyway?  He makes as much sense talking about organized religion as I make talking about organized government.  (As if there is such a thing.)

Now, stop with the red states and blue states already.  Learn some appropriate adjectives and descriptors.  I mean it.

I already voted. Stop calling me.

P1010006_2.JPGThis picture does not illustrate my post, but aren’t they cute?

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I brought home two refrigerator boxes for my kids to play with.  Last night, they built a hut out of a Papasan chair turned upside down and tonight they mentioned that they needed a way to make another room.  I thought of the refrigerator boxes I’d left at church when we didn’t need them for Vacation Bible School last summer.

So I went to church tonight to skulk around the storage room to retrieve the boxes.  They weren’t there, so I tried all the other nooks and crannies in search of them.  I ended up in the church garage and stood in one spot scanning in vain for the boxes.  Then, just as in a horror movie, I looked up and spotted the refrigerator boxes directly above my head, lurking like some monster in the rafters.

I’m a relatively tall girl, so I managed to finagle them down without breaking my neck.

My family room floor is now wall-to-wall cardboard and I can see that the weekend will be filled with flashlights and pillows and hiding spaces, which is a perfect way to spend a rainy weekend if you are a kid.

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For the record, if I get another recorded political telephone call I may scream.  Why do politicians think they might influence my vote with a recorded telemarketing call?  I already voted anyway–in my district, we vote with absentee ballots.  So stop calling me!  I am also sick to death of political ads on television.  I can’t wait until the election is over.  At this point, I don’t even care about the outcome.  I just want the ads to stop. 

And with that, this comes to an abrupt end.  I am so happy the weekend is imminent, even though rain is destined to fall endlessly and I will spend two hours at a chlorine-scented birthday party.

The Requisite Mom Response to Linda R. Hirshman

So there I was, minding my own business, clicking from blog to blog in my Bloglines account when I came across this post about an article written by Linda Hirshman in “The American Prospect” (Linda R. Hirshman is a retired professor and a feminist.)

Ms. Hirshman is concerned that the number of working mothers has dropped. She is concerned that feminism may be stalling, due in large part to women–especially elite women, specifically those who graduate from hoity-toity colleges–choosing to stay at home to raise their children. She says, “Among the affluent-educated-married population, women are letting their careers slide to tend the home fires.”

My hackles immediately raised up and I wanted to have my say. And yet I’ve been busy tending to the needs of my children and decorating for Christmas and trying to prevent my boys from ending up living under the overpass because they refused to write essay answers in complete sentences.

I chose this life, but Ms. Hirshman believes that the choice to stay home is really not a reasonable choice at all . . . she suggests that, “The family — with its repetitious, socially invisible, physical tasks — is a necessary part of life, but it allows fewer opportunities for full human flourishing than public spheres like the market or the government. This less-flourishing sphere is not the natural or moral responsibility only of women. Therefore, assigning it to women is unjust. Women assigning it to themselves is equally unjust. To paraphrase, as Mark Twain said, “A man who chooses not to read is just as ignorant as a man who cannot read.”

Wait a second. What is that supposed to mean? A woman who chooses to spend her time at home raising her own progeny is the same as a woman who is at home raising her own progeny by default? Or the choice itself is ignorant no matter how you slice it? Doing repetitive, invisible, physical tasks is unjust, no matter what?

She thinks that women need to be pried out of their traditional roles. In her words, “Women who want to have sex and children with men as well as good work in interesting jobs where they may occasionally wield real social power need guidance, and they need it early. Step one is simply to begin talking about flourishing. In so doing, feminism will be returning to its early, judgmental roots. This may anger some, but it should sound the alarm before the next generation winds up in the same situation. Next, feminists will have to start offering young women not choices and not utopian dreams but solutions they can enact on their own. Prying women out of their traditional roles is not going to be easy. It will require rules — rules like those in the widely derided book The Rules, which was never about dating but about behavior modification.”

I supposed I am showing my middle-class, non-Ivy-College graduating roots when I express my indignance over Ms. Hirshman’s sneering assertion that it’s necessary to pry women from their traditional roles . . . and I think that when she’s talking about traditional roles, she means women breastfeeding their own babies and diapering their own babies and teaching their own babies to recite the alphabet and count to twenty. You know, it’s the classism and elitism and snottiness of this sort of lip-curled judgment that irritates me, the idea that women need to be rescued from caring for children.

Ms. Hirshman explains, “There are three rules: Prepare yourself to qualify for good work, treat work seriously, and don’t put yourself in a position of unequal resources when you marry.”

I have a simple rule. It’s that wild and crazy, “Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,” rule. Oh, don’t forget the “love your neighbor as yourself,” rule. As a follower of Christ, I’m actually trying to follow Christ and even if you haven’t read the red letters (many Bibles have Jesus’ words written in red), you probably realize that Jesus was about serving people.

You’ll want to follow along here as Ms. Hirshman dictates, “If you have carefully positioned yourself either by marrying down or finding someone untainted by gender ideology, you will be in a position to resist bearing an unfair share of the family. Even then you must be vigilant. Bad deals come in two forms: economics and home economics. The economic temptation is to assign the cost of child care to the woman’s income. If a woman making $50,000 per year whose husband makes $100,000 decides to have a baby, and the cost of a full-time nanny is $30,000, the couple reason that, after paying 40 percent in taxes, she makes $30,000, just enough to pay the nanny. So she might as well stay home. This totally ignores that both adults are in the enterprise together and the demonstrable future loss of income, power, and security for the woman who quits. Instead, calculate that all parents make a total of $150,000 and take home $90,000. After paying a full-time nanny, they have $60,000 left to live on.

And here we are again, at the point where we have to ask: who is this subclass of people willing to embrace the distasteful task of tending to the children? Are we importing people from Third World countries to do this meaningless work? If daddy’s time is worth $100,000 a year and mommy’s time is worth $50,000 a year, it doesn’t take a math genius to figure out that the child’s time is worth practically nothing. Mommy and daddy (in Ms. Hirshman’s idealized version of reality) are too good for childcare and in fact, they are probably not very interested in mingling with old, feeble, incontinent people, either, or those with impaired mental abilities or lower-than-desirable IQs or those who are ugly. Hire someone else to do that work. It’s beneath the well-educated.

Oh, and don’t forget the most important thing, according to Ms. Hirshman. “If these prescriptions sound less than family-friendly, here’s the last rule: Have a baby. Just don’t have two. Mothers’ Movement Online’s Judith Statdman Tucker reports that women who opt out for child-care reasons act only after the second child arrives. A second kid pressures the mother’s organizational skills, doubles the demands for appointments, wildly raises the cost of education and housing, and drives the family to the suburbs. But cities, with their Chinese carryouts and all, are better for working mothers. It is true that if you follow this rule, your society will not reproduce itself. But if things get bad enough, who knows what social consequences will ensue? After all, the vaunted French child-care regime was actually only a response to the superior German birth rate.”

I guess if you end up pregnant with twins, you’re out of luck. And, really, who needs siblings anyways?

This hostility to children takes my breath away. If women are second-class citizens, then children are junk mail citizens in our society, easily thrown away, discarded without even a glance. Do you think the kids don’t notice that mom and dad have more important things to do than spend time with them?

Ms. Hirshman says, “Finally, these choices are bad for women individually. A good life for humans includes the classical standard of using one’s capacities for speech and reason in a prudent way, the liberal requirement of having enough autonomy to direct one’s own life, and the utilitarian test of doing more good than harm in the world. Measured against these time-tested standards, the expensively educated upper-class moms will be leading lesser lives. At feminism’s dawning, two theorists compared gender ideology to a caste system. To borrow their insight, these daughters of the upper classes will be bearing most of the burden of the work always associated with the lowest caste: sweeping and cleaning bodily waste. Not two weeks after the Yalie flap, the Times ran a story of moms who were toilet training in infancy by vigilantly watching their babies for signs of excretion 24-7. They have voluntarily become untouchables.”

Uh, hello? Sweeping and cleaning bodily waste–which pretty much describes my daily life at the moment–indicates that I am leading a lesser life? Or is that only for expensively educated upper-class moms? For the rest of us in this caste, it’s just destiny? We were born to be “untouchables”? She’s speaking about a tiny percentage of women and implies that most of us– the majority of us, the crazy among us who opted to devote our waking lives to our children–are not leading good lives.

I am insulted and you should be, too.

Ms. Hirshman concludes, “When she sounded the blast that revived the feminist movement 40 years after women received the vote, Betty Friedan spoke of lives of purpose and meaning, better lives and worse lives, and feminism went a long way toward shattering the glass ceilings that limited their prospects outside the home. Now the glass ceiling begins at home. Although it is harder to shatter a ceiling that is also the roof over your head, there is no other choice.”

I never did like Betty Friedan’s “Feminine Mystique,” but I suppose that’s no surprise. I thought she seemed bitter and hurt by the circumstances of her life, but what do I know? I’m just a nose-wiping, diaper-changing, Twinkle-twinkle-little-star-singing, dinner-cooking, “Goodnight, Moon”-reading, woman serving others and apparently, unbeknownst to me until now (thank you, Ms. Hirshman), rule-breaking untouchable.

A related story was featured on 60 Minutes reported in October 2004.

Ben Stein Guest-Blogs

I’m suffering from an illness that makes my head explode every time I cough. So, I asked Ben Stein to write my blog post today.

Okay. Just kidding. He wrote this for The American Spectator.

I especially liked point number twelve. Yesterday, I wondered aloud to my husband if liberal Democrats who wish to increase federal government involvement in our lives (healthcare, schools, social programs) are having second thoughts?

The View From Here

Rosie is on “The View” this morning. I’ve always liked Rosie. We’re almost the same age. Our kids are close in ages. Of course, she has a Kelli and I don’t and she’s a rabid Democrat and I’m not, but still. I like her. I liked her in “A League of Their Own,” I liked her in “Sleepless in Seattle,” and I liked her show. A lot. I even liked her when she lit into the hunky Tom Selleck over gun control. (Everyone has a bad day. Her outburst shocked me, but I am loyal and overlooked her bad manners.) I liked her obsession with the short little man, Tom Cruise. (I like him, too, though I am a little queasy over his newest girlfriend, and I do mean girl-friend.)

I still like her, even though she is somewhat shrill in her denunciation of the Bush administration and the war in Iraq. She says we should never have invaded a sovereign nation. Should we ever?

It all started, of course, when the United States of America broke her original policy of isolationism. We entered World War I.. Do you realize that nine million soldiers died in that conflict? Nine million. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-MILLION. (I just learned this again when my 6th grade boys covered this unit in history. I was stunned. Nine million!)

I’m no historian. I bet Rosie isn’t either. Yet she has it all figured out and all I have are questions. Should our country simply mind our own business? And if so, can I please have a refund of my tax dollars that were sent overseas in humanitarian aid and loans to third-world countries? Do we have a responsibility as a rich republic to come to the aid of other countries? Should we ever interfere in other countries? (What about World War II? Should we have left England and France and their Allies to contend with Hitler alone, even though our prior intervention in World War I set the stage for World War II?)

I admire the passion of people who know they are right and that everyone who disagrees with them is simply rabid in some way or another (rabid Republican, rabid Right-Wing Christian, rabid housewife). I do. Really, I do. I wish I knew I were right, so completely right–but even more, I wish I had all the irrefutable facts and inexhaustible knowledge of history to make sense of it all.

Oh, and I still like Rosie. (And while I’m talking about celebrities, can I just say how ridiculous I find it that Christian Slater was arrested for allegedly touching a woman’s backside? Arrested? Seriously now, if a man touched your bottom in public on a sidewalk, would you have him arrested? It just seems like an overreaction to me. A person with a sense of humor might scold Mr. Slater loudly, invoking Miss Manners. “Dear Gentle Reader: If a celebrity accosts you on a sidewalk and gropes your posterior, remain dignified and inform the celebrity of the error of his ways.” What a silly goose, calling the police like a giant tattle-tale.)

I’m Scared

Don’t Look Now!
I had a seriously frightening thought today. Next month is Christmas. Next month. That’s the month right after this one. I’ll be hiding behind the powdered sugar.

One Small Political Comment

The election is over and maybe now, I’ll go back to seeing commercials for cars I’ll never own and tampons that stop leaks in rowboats. My junk mail will be credit card offers and grocery store flyers. When the phone rings, it won’t be a pause, click and recorded voice. That in itself is a relief.

What has bugged me in these most recent weeks are the comments by the “other” side which have degenerated into name-calling and seething judgments. I vote Republican because I favor smaller government. I vote Republican because I believe in the protection of human life. Not that it matters, though. I live in a predominantly Democratic state (a “blue” state–our electoral votes went to Kerry). But still. I voted.

Here’s the thing, though. I vote for reasons that make rational, logical sense to me. Just because my reasons are different than a Democrat’s reasons does not mean I am stupid or naive or blind. For people to suggest that over half of the people in this country are idiotic and short-sighted and ignorant is . . . well, idiotic and short-sighted and ignorant.

Anyway. I love my Democratic friends. I respect their beliefs. I disagree, but we want different things from our government. I would never judge their intelligence by their political belief system, though. That just seems silly.