It is really tough being a conservative woman right now.

I don’t talk politics on this blog.  I don’t.  Last summer I lost a friendship over a political argument on Facebook, and since then I’ve been a little gun-shy on bringing up politics in any situation.

But I can’t be silent on this.

I am definitely fiscally conservative.  I am also a gun owner and pro-second amendment.  On social issues I’m a little more middle-of-the-road, but in recent times I mostly identify with conservatives.

And then this week happened.  Let’s start with Rush Limbaugh and Sandra Fluke.  I don’t necessarily think that religious institutions should be forced to foot the bill for something that they are clearly opposed to, like birth control for

the sole purpose of preventing conception.   That said, Rush’s over the top rhetoric – likening Ms. Fluke to a slut or a prostitute because she was advocating for such coverage for birth control – is inexcusable.  The nuances of this controversy have been hashed and rehashed time and again by bloggers who are far more intelligent than I, so I won’t bore anyone with my own inartful take.  But shouldn’t every woman – conservative, liberal, republican, democrat, libertarian, whatever – be absolutely outraged at how quickly the “slut” card gets played, and how it is done with almost no consequences?  And even more – shouldn’t we all be absolutely pissed off that Rush’s conservative talk show cronies are doing little to nothing to distance themselves from his position on this?  The shows I listen to were asking the question “Did Rush say something inappropriate?”  How is that even a question?  There should be no doubt about it – what he said was inexcusable.   Unforgivable.

Even worse was the responses by our Republican candidates.  Mitt Romney’s condemnation wasn’t even lukewarm:  ”it’s not the language I would have used.”  Rick Santorum’s take was that Rush was ”being absurd, but that’s, you know—an entertainer can be absurd.”  So, it’s okay then?  It has the blessing of the Republican party because Rush perhaps used a poor choice of words, or because he’s “just an entertainer?”  Fuck me!  (Whoops!  Perhaps I had better clarify, lest I get slut-shamed for that turn of phrase.  In the present context, “fuck me” is a sign of exasperation, not an invitation for sexual congress.  Whew – I think I dodged a bullet there.  You never know when a conservative talk show host may be listening).

And, as an aside…it is 2012, right?  Why the hell is contraception a hot-button issue right now?  Are we not beyond that?  Don’t answer that.  Apparently we aren’t.

And since the war on women is ramping up, Wisconsin Senator Glenn Grothman is doing his part to let everyone know that single moms are a problem.  Grothman introduced Senate Bill 507, which would emphasize that nonmarital parenthood is a contributing factor to child abuse and neglect.  Unbelievable, right?  Here is the text of the bill, because you should never trust what a blogger says when she simplifies and summarizes a piece of controversial legislation – always go to the text and read for yourself.

Of course, we can give Grothman the benefit of the doubt:  perhaps he’s relying on some legitimate scientific evidence for this presumption on abuse.  Well, yes – as support for the proposition that single parenthood is a contributing factor to child abuse and neglect, he cites a study that saw a correlation between single parenthood (and a plethora of other factors) and child abuse/neglect.  And where there’s correlation, you can presume that there’s causation, right?  Lordy, no!   That correlation does not equal causation is a basic, basic tenet of statistical studies. 1

Annnnnd, lest you think that Mister Grothman is just a misunderstood soul, he’s not.  His commentary on the Bill has made it pretty clear that his beliefs are right in line with what the bill suggests.  And he makes it abundantly clear that he’s not worried about single parents so much as he is about the scourge that is the single mother.   He thinks that  ”unwanted or mistimed” pregnancies are the “choice of the women” who should learn “that this is a mistake.”

Of course, a shit cake like this needs some icing, so here it is:  On Tuesday night, the Wisconsin Assembly passed SB 202, a law that repeals the Equal Pay Act signed into law in 2009 that allowed people to sue employers who illegally discriminate against them based on protected class status.   Essentially, the enforcement provision that allowed victims of unlawful pay discrimination to have their day in court has been removed.  In Wisconsin, women earn 75 cents for every dollar that men earn, according to the Wisconsin Alliance for Women’s Health, which estimates that families in the state “lose more than $4,000 per year due to unequal pay.”  Clearly the problem is not solved, so why remove the teeth from our enforcement tool?  What country am I in?  What year is it?

Now for the question of the hour:  how does a woman continue to support conservatives when it seems clear that conservatives are not at all interested in us?  At every turn we are being shamed, ridiculed, belittled.   What happened?  To quote Homer Simpson, “did we lose a war?”

I don’t know.  And I don’t know how I get back to being a conservative after all of this.  I’m nowhere near hopping on the Recall Scott Walker train or voting for Obama, but I have a lot to think about these days.  And if things continue down this path, I’m going to come out the other side with a much different perspective on things.

 

 

  1.  My husband has an awesome example of this.  We live in a suburb of Milwaukee, Wisconsin.  My husband owns a really neat, really big gun.  He says that he likes the gun because it keeps the elephants away.  And he must be right – I’ve never seen an elephant in our house!  It must be because his gun IS keeping the elephants away, right?  That’s how correlation does not equal causation.

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Sunday Surf: Children’s Books to Avoid, Forts and Thinking of Spring

Sunday Surf with Authentic Parenting and Hobo MamaI’m joining Authentic Parenting and Hobo Mama for Sunday Surf. Share your best reading of the week, and link up your post at either blog!

For more great reading, visit Hobo Mama or Authentic Parenting for the latest Sunday Surf and linky.

Happy Surfing!

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This guide to avoiding crappy children’s books is both hilarious and absolutely spot-on.  I wish I could have read it before I picked up this really gross book about cows.

Despite this week’s snowstorm it really is starting to look like spring around here.  I’m using Sprout Robot to organize my seed starting and planting.  You input your ZIP code to Sprout Robot along with what you plan on planting and it will tell you when to start your seeds, how to start them, and when to plant/transplant them.  I’ve never used it before but I do have high hopes.

I love poetry.  LOVE.  Yet somehow, I only just now heard “Shake the Dust.”  I fell in love with the line: “For the two year old, who speaks half  English and half God.”  It will take three minutes to listen to the recitation – do something nice for yourself for three minutes, right now.  Go ahead, I’ll wait.

I have enjoyed these two posts on Elephant Journal about education:  When School Goes Against Your Very Nature and Schools Kill Creativity?  I can’t believe it has taken me so long to realize – and I mean generally, not just in the context of education – that just because something has been done a certain way for a long time doesn’t mean it is the right way or the only way to do them.

Finally, a little love for the boys.  All For the Boys is a blog featuring crafts and activities aimed towards boys, including a really cute feature called Fort Fridays.  There’s some serious creativity going on at that blog, and I daresay that girls will enjoy it too (I know I would have…er…will).

Happy Sunday!  Let’s make this a beautiful week full of amazing things!

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Does he know something that I don’t know?

Last night I was snuggling up with Jack when he suddenly got a look of concern on his face.  He started petting the top of my head.

“Oh, no.  Mommy.  Broken head.  Broken head, mommy.”  *pet pet pet pet*

Um…my head isn’t broken, honey.

“Broken head.  Mommy, head broken.”  *more petting*

For the record, I feel just fine.  Or, I did feel just fine.  I’m a little less sure right now…

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Homeschool Mom’s Journal: Lessons from Thomas the Train

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“It is paradoxical that many educators and parents still differentiate between a time for learning and a time for play without seeing the vital connection between them.” -Leo Buscaglia

Thomas the Train has solidified his place in our family.  That little blue steam engine is almost always planted firmly in Jack’s hand and when he manages to escape it is only because Jack has grabbed onto Percy or Charlie or one of the other little engines whose names I have learned in the past few weeks.  We’ve gotten a little off track (who doesn’t love a good pun?) with our regular lessons because Thomas really has taken over just about every waking moment in Jack’s days.

And I’m not at all worried about it.  Jack is learning just as much from his Thomas toys as he does from him books, his flashcards and his lesson books.

Thomas the Train as a counting device.  Jack has about twenty-five Thomas the Train cars, and he loves linking them up in different configurations.  As he clicks the magnetic train cars together, we count them: one, two, three, four, five.  As we take cars away, we count them too.  We’re a little early to start addition and subtraction lessons, but I don’t think the concept is lost on him as we add and remove cars to our trains.

Thomas the Train shows the importance of sharing.  The Thomas the Train layout is set up on a 6 foot by three foot train table.  Jack loves to play with his trains, but above that, he loves when he can play with his trains with his parents.  Doing so requires a little  sharing of the trains, and a lot of sharing of the track.  While at first he got really upset whenever a parental train was in his way, he has started to realize that if he wants to play trains with us, he needs to give us some room for his trains.  It seems like a simple lesson, but it is a big thing for a two year old.

Thomas the Train teaches problem solving.  Having a whole pile of interconnecting track and twenty-plus cars going in all different directions has given Jack some problems to solve.  Some of his train cars are a little too tall for some of the bridges.  Some sections of track don’t connect as well as other sections.  Some of the train cars are very light and consequently don’t take corners well when when placed in the middle of a train link.  As adults, we’re only mildly aware that these things are problems – our years of experience allows us to easily modify our behavior to avoid these stumbling blocks.  But to a toddler, each of these issues is a challenge that requires observation, analysis, and a lot of trial and error.  I love watching the little gears turning in Jack’s head as he works on these problems and comes up with solutions for them, and I love the glee he so freely expresses when he is victorious.

Thomas the Train encourages imagination.  The depth of Jack’s play has increased by leaps and bounds lately.  His train cars “talk” to one another (usually the conversation goes, “Oh no! You okay?”  ”Okay.”  *kiss*).  They carry little Fisher Price people to other destinations, and they play with Disney’s Cars.  There’s a whole busy little community on that train table and Jack is becoming a fine puppet master over them.

Be it Thomas, or Cars, or the Fisher Price Little People, Legos, Star Wars, or any other toy, the line between learning and playtime is fluid, and seeing Jack learn through play is such a wonderful thing.

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An Adequate Amount of Shame

We really have a problem with certain forms of nudity in this country, don’t we?

Our good sensibilities are offended by the sight of the uncovered human body.  Why?  What’s to be ashamed of?

I mentally revisit this issue on a number of levels.  As a parenting blogger, it often comes up in the context of nursing in public.  In case you have been living under a rock, some people are offended when a woman breastfeeds her child in a public place.  Rather than using their God-given neck muscles to turn their heads and look away from the offending sight, they instead flex their outrage muscle and complain, ask the mother to leave, or otherwise attempt to make the mother feel like she is doing something she shouldn’t.  Fortunately, a lot of people have a problem with this approach and are making an effort to “normalize” breastfeeding so that no one has to clutch their pearls when they see a woman feeding her child.

But this post isn’t about that.

This post is about a sign I found at my gym today:

This wasn’t posted by the co-ed pool, by the whirlpool, in the workout area, or by the weights.  It is posted in the women’s locker room.  The place where women remove their clothing to shower and change clothes.  The one place in the building where you would expect to find women in various states of undress.

I’m actually angry about this.  No, I’m pissed off.

At first, I was angered by the message that this sign sends.  To all of those women that I see at the gym – from the dedicated hardbodies to the women with less than perfect figures but with incredible dedication – what does this sign say?  That your body is inadequate?  That it offended someone enough that they caused this sign to be hung?   That even though you are among other women – women who have all the same parts you do – yours are offensive to someone, so cover that shit up?  It has to be one of those things, doesn’t it?

Then, I started to wonder:  what did cause this sign to be put up?  I admit, I’m a little bit of a locker room nudist.  After my shower, I get only partially dressed: underwear, pants, and bra, and then I do my hair and makeup before I put my shirt on.  That buys me a few extra minutes of cooldown time after my shower.  So am I, and women who do as I do, the inspiration for this sign?  Is my bare midriff upsetting someone enough to inspire them to make this sign?  I got fully dressed immediately after my shower today upon seeing this sign, just in case.

Finally, it made me question: why do we even have to have this discussion?  The locker room is a place designed for women to change clothing – and be naked in the process – so why on earth would anyone post this sign?  What is with this expectation that we should harbor a certain amount of shame about our bodies?  What’s the adequate amount of shame for this purpose?

Readers:  Am I off base here, or does that sign hit a nerve with you?  What are your thoughts?

 

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Wordless Wednesday: Best $40.00 Ever Spent

Craigslist is fantastic.  For forty bucks we found Jack an amazing train table with a TON of Thomas the Train accessories.  Needless to say, he was thrilled.

The best part?  Look at these two:

They are having such a great time with this.  Best forty dollars ever spent.

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I’m a Natural Parent But…My Kid is a Technophile

 

Welcome to the “I’m a Natural Parent – BUT…” Carnival

This post was written for inclusion in the carnival hosted by The Artful Mama and Natural Parents Network. During this carnival our participants have focused on the many different forms and shapes Natural Parenting can take in our community.

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I can usually take a seat at the natural parents’ table without any hesitation.  I love to talk babywearing, I’m all about green living, and I’m totally into hoesteading and natural living.  But when it comes to playtime, I know I’d get kicked out of the cool natural parents club. I feel like I’m supposed to embrace the simple, handmade, wooden toys, lovingly handcrafted, yadda yadda.  Those are cool, sure, but my kid is a technophile.  He loves his electronic toys, and I love that he plays with them.

Let me give you some background:  I was born in 1976, and am a true child of the 1980s.  My favorite toy was the Atari 2600 and I spent countless quarters playing everything from Donkey Kong to Dragon’s Lair in the arcades.  I played pinball since I was old enough to push a chair up to the machine and slap the flipper buttons.  Don’t get me wrong:  I played outside a LOT.  But growing up in Wisconsin, playing outside isn’t always an option.  And when I was stuck indoors, video games and books were my thing.  I also excelled in school, wasn’t a delinquent, and did pretty okay for myself in life (I even spent part of my adult life owning a video arcade), so I don’t think my fondness of the Nintendo was such a bad thing.

Back to the present:  Jack is also a technophile.  He has shown interest in our ubiquitous iPhones, and long ago in a moment of desperation and compromise, we let him play with one at a restaurant (*gasp!* In front of other parents!).  He was intrigued.  He couldn’t manipulate the phone interface but he enjoyed the sounds and the colors.  As he grew a little older we looked for apps that were age-appropriate and educational.  We found a shape-recognition app that he enjoyed, as well as a counting game.  And before long, he knew his shapes, he was counting to ten, fifteen, and then twenty.  And then, well…then came Angry Birds.

The kid loves Angry Birds.  He’s not just randomly poking at it, either.  He’s beating levels, he’s unlocking new levels.  He’s genuinely playing it.

I’m okay with all of this, and while video games aren’t exactly a chapter in the traditional natural parent’s handbook, I think they fit in just fine with our ideals.

All things in moderation.  We would limit his time with electronic toys, if necessary.  They have their place in his life, but I really don’t want them to dominate his life.  We try to be as child-led as we can in his interests, and in this aspect he has made things easy on us because while he loves his Angry Birds, he also loves Play-Doh, books, crayons, playing with cars, building with Duplos, and so much more.  He seems to have embraced moderation on his own, although we’ll continue to monitor that so the games don’t get out of hand.

He is genuinely learning a lot through this medium.  Jack has learned shapes, numbers and letters thanks to some of his apps.  His hand-eye coordination has improved.  Apps require fine motor skills, and I’m often surprised at how well he can manipulate the tiny images on the screen.  His problem solving skills are evident as he has mastered a number of puzzle apps.  The iPhone and iPad are wonderful educational tools and we’ve been glad to embrace them.

He’s having fun.  That’s the bottom line, isn’t it?  And if I have to turn in my Natural Parent card over it, I’m okay with that.

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I'm a Natural Parent — But … Blog CarnivalThis carnival was created by The Artful Mama and Natural Parents Network. We recognize that “natural parenting” means different things to different families, and we are dedicated to providing a safe place for all families, regardless of where they are in their parenting journeys.

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Gently Pressing Reset: Great Ways to Reset a Rough Day

Bad moods seem to snowball.  Whether you are two or forty-two, a cranky morning rarely turns into an gleeful afternoon without some major intervention.  Sometimes you need to stop and start over with a new attitude.  For me, taking a walk usually does the trick.  A really bad day can be turned around with a good, long run.  But these things aren’t always feasible for even for me as an autonomous, independent adult.  How do you get a two year old, a five year old, or a ten year old to reset?

Rarely do I think a blog post deserves a blog post of its own, but I fell in love with these gentle  ideas for resetting when kids (and parents!) are having a rough day.  Bookmark this page:

20 ways to “reset” when the kids are having a rough day

There are some really great ideas there, from the obvious (take a deep breath) to the creative (take five minutes and tear up three pieces of construction paper into little bits.  Toss the bits around and make a huge mess).  (I may try that one at the office – I’ll let you know how that goes).  The different ideas acknowledge different needs:  sometimes kids need to scream, sometimes they need to burn off some energy, and sometimes they just need a few minutes of your undivided attention.  There’s a solution to meet all kinds of scenarios.  I love these ideas – this is a post well worth the few moments it will take to read.

What do you do when you need a reset?  How do you help your kids reset?

 

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Jack got Photobombed

Do you know what a photobomb is?  When a perfectly good photo is ruined by some inopportune interruption that gets forever caught on film?  That’s a photobomb, and we have one.

Jack got photobombed this weekend.  We stopped at Kopp’s for some frozen custard, and since Jack decided to bogart my entire dish of custard we thought we’d get some photos of him.

But do you see what I see?

The lighting is terrible.  There was nothing but glare no matter what I did, but I tried.  Maybe the bomb is a little more clear in this photo:

Do you see it now?  In the background?

Here, I’ll help:

That’s a butt.  Some gal in the background had her pants so low that you could see the entirety of her butt.  How does one not notice this stuff?  Did she not feel a draft?  Was there no breeze?  Help me understand.

The extent of the whole thing was truly amazing.  I mean, come on!  How do you not feel that?

Since we’re all grown ups, we sang a little round of “I see the moon, the moon sees me” before we left.

Let that be a lesson to everyone:  be aware of your butt, lest it turn up on some mom’s pictures of her kid eating custard.

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Flying Again

Before the start of the new year I was doing a great job with the cleaning and decluttering programs from Flylady.  Our house was cleaner than it had ever been, we had taken tons of boxes to Goodwill, and I was starting to feel less oppressed by all of our stuff.

Then something happened.  I just sort of stopped.  I let laundry pile up.  My sink got less shiny.  Clutter crept back in.  And I developed a real malaise for housework.  I don’t like it.  I have decided that I need to get back into it.

Under any other cleaning and organizing plan, I’d be feeling stressed right now.  I’d be worried about how far behind I have fallen.  I’d be trying to pull double duty to get caught up on our messes and clutters.  But Flylady takes that stress away.   She tells us to jump in where we are – “you are not behind!”  I love that philosophy.

So beginning again this week, I’ll be decluttering, cleaning, and organizing my life in just fifteen minute (or so) spurts.  It won’t be overwhelming.  It won’t be stressful.  It will take time.  I will see results.

If you are not familiar with Flylady, do visit the website.  The new layout is nice in that it puts everything you need all on one page right here.  Simply by following the daily “flight plans” and “missions,” you can make huge strides towards a clean, organized house and decluttered life.

Here’s to flying again!

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