Auntie Leelee and Little Missy, after a girls' night two years ago.

This theme of body image, and more specifically  how society forces its malformed version of the Perfect Woman on girls and women, keeps popping up in my blog because I have two daughters that I want to protect from its insidious perversion; I have a son who I want to protect from believing the Perfect Woman is the one with the perfect hair and skin but who also lacks love and wit and a relationship with the Most High.

And so I’m grateful for my sister, who is funny and witty and wise, who wears pretty clothes without allowing her appearance to become what defines her, who will jump to listen to either of my daughters (or my son, undoubtedly) whenever this world is dragging one of them down.  And I’m grateful that she already has a plan in place for when they come to her.  And when Hayley tells my sweet child to “not take their shit,” I will turn my head and giggle, because sometimes cursing is totally appropriate.  And in that situation it will be.

 

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I love to tease my husband about this, especially when he is sitting right behind me as I type BECAUSE HE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT, but he does not want me to take the kids out of school.  He says that because I skipped a few classes the second semester of my senior year in high school there is a possibility I do not believe in the necessity of our children daily attending school, that I might willy-nilly pull them out of school just for the fun of it.

So you can imagine my hesitation in telling him about that morning in December.  But they were to school by 8:35!  The teachers barely noticed the kids’ absences.

Yesterday, though, we mutually decided to take the kids out of school so that we as a family could attend the free admission day at the zoo.  Third year in a row of attending, and it’s awesome every time.

I have to say, in all my years of going to the Sedgwick County Zoo, this was the best trip ever.  Those animals were so active.  The grizzly bears strolled right in front of us; a gorilla ate, then laid down, then puked, then ate his green puke right in front of us; a hippo bellowed right up at my husband and kids; the tigers playfully wrestled with each other and then nuzzled right below my kids; the male lion climbed up on a rock and roared, ROARED YOU GUYS, right in front of us.  It was amazing.  I mean, I’ve seen the gorillas in their exhibit, but the bears and the lions are always hard to find.  For the former to just meander in front of us and the latter to ROAR WHILE WE WERE WATCHING… amazing.  Oh!  And some very naughty attendees tore branches from a tree in the rhinoceros habitat to feed to the giraffes, so we got to see the giraffes climb down an embankment and eat leaves until the zookeeper chased away those rule-breakers.

Here are some pictures:

 

Pretty girl.

 

G, always ready to protect his family.

 

Yes, that's my finger in the corner, but it was the only picture of all three kids.

Post-roar. You just know he's thinking, "I've said my piece, now I'm going to lie in the sun."

 

This is the baby and the daddy giraffe. The daddy had just walked back up the embankment to share a large branch with the mommy giraffe.

Then we came home and were all very tired, but Little Missy had dance and G had Boy Scouts.  But it was fun.  Perfect weather, no sunburns, active animals.  I dare say we should take them out of school again next year!

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setback

April 17, 2012 · 0 comments

in just me

Every time I get on the treadmill I am immediately discouraged by the thought that I have 45 more minutes of this: running in place and watching TV.  I cannot make the time go fast enough.

Quickly it turns to a game.  Powering through the hurting legs; turning my ragged breathing into a long, smooth rhythm of inhale… exhale…

And then I’ve won.  I’ve gone longer and further than the last time I ran on the treadmill and I’ve got the wonderfully sore legs, sweaty face and expanded lungs to prove it.

I’m not sure I’ve ever reached that runner’s high, that mythical euphoria I’ve heard talk of.  But I am happier after I run.  Worn out, but happier.

But I haven’t run since last week.  A week ago yesterday I had my best run since last fall.  Then last Wednesday I got shin splints mid-run and had to switch over to the elliptical.  Last Friday I couldn’t make it a third of the way that I’d made it days earlier and had to spend my time on the elliptical.

You guys, I do not like anything as well as I like running.  Nothing works my entire body and blows the dust out of the corners of my lungs like running does.  I miss it.  I miss the treadmill and the monotony of running in place and the deep breaths and the sore muscles.

Someone, please tell me these shin splints will go away.

 

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trees

April 16, 2012 · 1 comment

in celebrities, just me

women hating on women:

–>“The Conversation about women’s bodies exists largely outside of us, while it is also directed at (and marketed to) us, and used to define and control us. The Conversation about women happens everywhere, publicly and privately. We are described and detailed, our faces and bodies analyzed and picked apart, our worth ascertained and ascribed based on the reduction of personhood to simple physical objectification. Our voices, our personhood, our potential, and our accomplishments are regularly minimized and muted.” -Ashley Judd at The Daily Beast (h/t Angela on her Facebook wall)

men hating on women:

–>“Does it seem like men feel kind of entitled to sex? Does it seem like we react to rejection with the maturity of a child being denied a toy?

“Well, you have to keep in mind that what we learn as kids is really hard to deprogram as an adult. And what we learned as kids is that we males are each owed, and will eventually be awarded, a beautiful woman.

“We were told this by every movie, TV show, novel, comic book, video game and song we encountered. When the Karate Kid wins the tournament, his prize is a trophy and Elisabeth Shue. Neo saves the world and is awarded Trinity. Marty McFly gets his dream girl, John McClane gets his ex-wife back, Keanu “Speed” Reeves gets Sandra Bullock, Shia LaBeouf gets Megan Fox in Transformers, Iron Man gets Pepper Potts, the hero in Avatar gets the hottest Na’vi, Shrek gets Fiona, Bill Murray gets Sigourney Weaver in Ghostbusters, Frodo gets Sam, WALL-E gets EVE … and so on.” -5 Ways Modern Men Are Trained to Hate Women on Cracked (and heads up: foul language contained therein)

teenage boys hating on teenage girls:

–>“I want these guys to know that they’re able to be so cavalier because they don’t hear unsolicited opinions on their bodies and alleged sex lives all the time. Because the changes they noticed in the mirror a year or two ago were not interpreted as permission by strangers to offer an opinion on their bodies. Because they don’t put up with the kind of language the list used on the regular, and didn’t have to see it manifested as some kind of official document or rulebook, shared and spread and broadcast for students and teachers and parents to see. I want these guys to know that of course it would be easy for you to get over, because your transition into puberty didn’t include the same kinds of ridiculous beauty expectations, and then unsolicited evaluations of how well you measured up.” -First Encounters With the Male Gaze on Rookie (h/t Hayley)

the media hating on women:

–>“It’s bad enough that most models are part of a gene pool and age group that encompasses a very small percentage of the population. But now, they are photographing these folks and manipulating their skin, the lighting, their weight, and proportions to make them into an alien life form that exists only in a computer.” -Photoshopping Our Souls Away on Darling

And then here’s how we women need to change our mindsets:

–>“In the end if all one accomplishes as a woman is being really sexy, forgetting to be kind, compassionate, authentic, and brilliant, then she misses out on being all that she can be.  She misses out on making this world a better place.  My friends, you were made to shine, to pour the light of your beautiful and authentic self out on this world.  Believe in that, and move forward into your own beauty and complexity as a human being.” -Jen Shewmaker (h/t Hayley.  Again.  She is my sister, but even if I weren’t related to her, I’d still say she posts awesome stuff.)

–>“In her book The Good Body, Eve Ensler describes a time when she was traveling in Africa and asked a native woman named Leah if she liked her body. The woman responded confidently, ‘Do I like my body? Do I like my body? I love my body. God made this body. God gave me this body. My fingers, look at my fingers. I love my fingernails, little crescent moons. They lead right up to my arms–so strong–they carry things along. And my legs, my legs are long.’

Immediately after hearing this, Eve began to complain about her own body only to be cut off by Leah: ‘Eve, look at that tree. Do you see that tree? Now look at that tree. (Points to another tree) Do you like that tree? Do you hate that tree ‘cause it doesn’t look like that tree? Do you say that tree isn’t pretty ‘cause it doesn’t look like that tree? You’re a tree. I’m a tree. You’ve got to love your body, Eve. You’ve got to love your tree. Love your tree.’ ” -Healthy Girl Talk: Redefining Beauty on Darling

My friends don’t seem to worry about this.  I don’t see them sizing up their contemporaries and mentally tearing them down.  In a life of missteps, I chose my husband well and I chose my friends well.

But the constant sizing-up and comparing myself to others is a battle I’ve waged within for a long time.  I would say the war is waning, but it’s still there.  And now that one of my precious daughters is in school and wants hair like K’s or a backpack like W’s, I am even more vigilant than I was in her toddler years to watch my words and watch the thoughts in my brain so that they don’t come tumbling out of my mouth.

In that last link, the author suggests we compliment our friends, not on their hair or other physical appearance, but on what makes them BEAUTIFUL: their compassion, wit, love, etc.  I think it would be a good idea to take up Heidi’s challenge and  send a handwritten to those I love a note just to tell them what I love about them.  It would be good to spread happiness around.

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Little Baby Chickadee is sleeping, which gives me time to post pics from Spring Break and Easter.  I’m working on posting more pictures to this here blog.  Here goes.

And, we did more on Spring Break than just go to Botanica.  But sweet Baby Chickadee deleted most of those pictures when I wasn’t looking.  I think she liked the slurping sound my phone made each time she clicked “delete.”  But I do have these:

Painting at Botanica.

 

Making friends with the instructor at Botanica.

 

Gathering clues at Botanica.

Though surrounded by nature, G did not let that affect his choice of subject; no, he drew Transformers.

The last one at Botanica. I promise.

 

 

Our unsuccessful geocaching attempt.

 

My family makes me happy.

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