Friday, May 30, 2014

NEW FRIDAY SERIES COMING SOON!

THE IDEA

Andrea from Maybe it's Just Me and I got to talking a while back about using our writing powers for good and not for evil.  We discussed how often people complain about every little thing, and how infrequently people say nice, funny things.  After all, didn't our mothers teach us that you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar?

Why anyone would want to catch flies is beyond me, but whatever.

So in the spirit of spreading happiness and promoting competition, Andrea and I came up with "The Contest."  It was a way to improve our writing skills, possibly score free swag, and decide once and for all that most dire of questions:

Who is funnier?

THE CONTEST

1. The rules

We would each select one of our favorite products on a weekly basis and write a letter.  The letter had to be over-the-top funny and ask for absolutely nothing in return.  We had to actually use and enjoy the product we were writing about.  Yet every response was given a point value.

If the company called or sent a letter = 1 point
If the company sent a coupon = 2 points
If the company sent actual product, voucher for product, or gift card = 5 points

Let me tell you, Andrea and I looked forward to checking our mailboxes with the passion of a thousand suburban moms with too much time on their hands.  We were STOKED.

2.  The outcome

Each week, starting next Friday, Andrea and I will post our letters, the results, and our current point totals.  You will be amazed and dazzled by the outright lunacy displayed in scoring $1.00 off coupons.

And more.

SO much more.

Like quite possibly the motherload of swag.

So please stay tuned, place your wagers, and find out who is:

THE ULTIMATE PATRONIZER


To be continued.....

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Men, Women, and the Real Work at Hand

In the midst of another whole wave of feminist empowerment, I am torn.

I get it. I do.

Some men can be very bad.  Every woman has experienced unwanted advances, has been made to feel uncomfortable, and has been forced to think much longer and harder about her physical safety than her male counterparts.

It is wrong.

It is unfair.

It makes me angry.

I have boys.  Three of them.  We talk all the time about boundaries, respecting personal space, and treating people with kindness and consideration.

Yet I desperately fear my sons are going to again get lumped into that dreaded "All men suck" category which happens every time one of these campaigns gains steam.

My life experiences have been vastly different.

I was a tall, dorky girl throughout most of my schooling.  The other little girls were ruthless to me, degrading my clothes, bad teeth, and flat hair.  I was often left feeling worthless and ugly.

Girls did that to me.  Not men.

There was an older boy on the playground when I was in 5th grade who helped put an end to it all.  He called the girls out. He told them they were mean and that they should be ashamed of themselves.  He basically implied they had ugly souls.

If I knew his name, I would hunt him down and kiss him right now.

When I went off to a liberal arts college, the anti-man message was communicated early and often.  It felt like every literary work studied was presented as men being arrogant takers while women were the docile victims.

It was a female professor who gave me my first (and only) C on a college paper.  I received that grade not because the piece was poorly written, but because it was counter to her views.  She offered to have me re-write it, complimenting my writing style but criticizing my points.

I modified the paper and wrote about how much men suck.

I got an A.

Lesson learned.

When I entered the workforce, my first job was at a Japanese bank under a woman supervisor.  I diligently performed my duties, often working overtime without pay to correct previous employees' errors to ledgers and data entry. Whatever successes I managed were publicly attributed to my boss, and any errors were publicly transferred to me.  I was nitpicked and micromanaged. 

At other jobs, I found women bosses threatened by my youth.  I was made to be an invisible member of the team, not invited to key presentations where I had done 80% of the work.  It wasn't until I ended up with a male boss that my talents were finally recognized and I was put on a much faster track to success. 

Don't get me wrong.  I've also been asked to fetch coffee for men at meetings I was running and asked on dates by men 20 years my senior, even after saying no several times.

The thing is, some people are rotten.  Men and women both.  There is danger in painting everyone in the same bold strokes and creating an environment where men are perceived as universal aggressors and women as chronic victims.  Every time a valid feminist perspective degenerates into "Men are evil," the argument is lessened, the points now diminished.

It is divisive and destroys dialogue, much like the whole "check your privilege" nonsense. When you vilify another side or perspective, you've shut out people you are trying to engage in conversation to help sway the larger issue.  People may nod and smile, even pay lip service to the correct trendy terms.  Maybe they do it in order to get an "A."  Maybe they do it so they don't get called horrible names.

There needs to be more attention paid to human rights abuses against women throughout the world.  The causes for these atrocities span culture, politics, poverty, lack of education, and religion.  We need a global dialogue and action plan.  Chasing the men out of the room is not going to help anyone.    

I am writing today to fight for the health and well-being of all boys and girls.

And this time, I will definitely not be changing my paper.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Do Moms Need Gold Stars?

What made you get into the parenting business?

For me, it had nothing to do with accolades or gold stars.

Full story click HERE in today's Chicago Parent.

Monday, May 26, 2014

Why NBC Doesn't Get It

Remember Must-See TV?

Remember when The Cosby Show, Seinfeld, and Friends made NBC into the sole powerhouse network for nearly two decades?

Now?

Not so much.

Still, I decided to give NBC another shot when my brother-in-law's brother, Jay Riordan, was a contestant on the reality series American Dream Builders.

This is the same brother-in-law who had a heart attack late last year, which occurred during Jay's filming (click HERE for story).  Jay was away from his wife, five boys, and family during a very scary time.  He understood and respected his commitment to the show, but it was all done with the understanding that he would have a fair shot at winning.

I excitedly watched Jay's big reveal of his makeover house on the finale last night. I felt confident he had it in the bag.  He took full advantage of his team's talents, understood the needs of a family, and put forth a gorgeous home.

My favorite part?

Jay added floor-to-ceiling glass doors and a glass balcony so there wasn't a single obstruction blocking the breathtaking ocean views.

And then we saw the other house.  Lukas' house.  Since I do not own photo rights, I have re-created the basic look with a Sharpie:

The other guy painted the beach house black.  BLACK. Like the kind of house you'd want to be in at night in London during The Blitz.  

And the inside?  Again, I am forced to re-create the basic design, but it pretty much resembles this:

White Q-Tip on white paper.  You know.  To give it "texture."
A white interior.  For a beach house.  With kids.  Kids with towels.  And shovels.  And adults with beer.

Sorry.  I'm southsider.  It's all about the beer.  And livability.

I was confident this wasn't even going to be close.

And I was right.

And yet so wrong.

The three judges LOVED the Oreo House with all its European starkness and despair.

They didn't care that little girls and boys would have the home finger-printed and sand-sprinkled in five minutes.  They didn't care how much the neighbors would hate living near a house resembling a fall-out shelter.  They didn't care about regular Americans who, you know, live in regular houses.

They want Americans to be artsy.  Fussy.  And appreciative of light fixtures that can't be dusted.

NBC has officially abandoned its roots of middle America and embraced a European culture of snootiness and impracticality.

Going back to WWII, let's all remember who helped bail out Europe during its darkest hours and who ensured Nazis and ugly-ass light fixtures never took over the world.

That would be brave Americans.

And on the eve of Memorial Day, NBC forgot that and awarded the big prize to a European-styled house that most Americans would hate.

I thank every veteran today for their service.

I will never forget the greatness of our country or the tremendous sacrifices made.

Which is why I will never support a black house absent of hope and beauty anywhere on sea to shining sea.

Friday, May 23, 2014

The Best Chicago Grammar Schools - How to Spot Them

In Chicago, the process of selecting a grammar school can be grueling.  There are selective enrollment schools, charter schools, neighborhood schools and private schools.  There are schools that provide countless therapists for kids with IEPs and schools that foster an environment of faith and service.  There are schools that put kids on track for the Ivy League and schools where kids meet their lifelong friends in first grade.

Through my children, I've experienced just about every kind of Chicago school out there.

I've watched in dismay as witch hunts were conducted against principals and teachers.  I've watched politics decide which children receive preference in sports and academia.  I've witnessed scary and aggressive behavior by children that went largely unchecked.  I've seen mismanagement, misdirection, and missed opportunities all around.

Yet on the flip side, I have also experienced the beauty of these same schools.  I've watched parents and staff rally behind those in need.  I have smiled as young athletes develop new skills and gain confidence.  I have enjoyed countless chess tournaments and music concerts where cerebral endeavors are encouraged and celebrated as though they are the Super Bowl. 

I have also cried in the arms of many amazing teachers when my kids struggled.  I have done the Snoopy Happy Dance when these same professionals communicated small victories and strides.

A lot of stress and anxiety goes into picking out a school in Chicago.

So I am here to help.

You need to go to a school during pick-ups or drop-offs and park on the street. 

Then, try to pull back into traffic.

Count how many cars it takes before someone lets you back in.

If you have to wait 10 minutes before a good Samaritan waves you through, that's disappointing.

If the second you click on your turn signal and a mom in a minivan ushers you right in, that is a good sign.

I know it is arbitrary

I know it will not determine the fate of your child's social and academic future.

But for me, having a seamless drop-off is awesome.

Ideally, a school should reflect the priorities of parents.  Not surprising, parents all have different ones.  There will be great teachers at just about any school selected.  There will also be disappointing ones.  There will be enough injustices, aggravation, and miscommunication to keep a mom reaching for her Xanax weekly.

And there will be exemplary moments of community and togetherness. 

Yet in reading up on the long-term academic success of students, there is one factor that stands out above all else.

Having an engaged parent.

I have come to find that being an engaged mom requires folks to let me in at drop-offs.  It's such a small thing.  It means if I volunteer for a field trip or bake sale, I'm not going to be giving the stink eye to the mom who has never once let me in. Parents who allow you to go in front of them are parents who care about kindness and community.  Those kinds of parents often instill those same values in their own children.

When I look at the schools I have loved the best? The ones where I chose to involve myself the most?

Nobody cut me off.

I was allowed in.

It is time to spread the word.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Happy Days

What makes for a happy day for this mother of three?

It doesn't involve Fonzie.

Or even Ralph Mouth.

Click HERE for full story in today's Chicago Parent.

NOT Tiger Woods.