Part Seven of I-Don’t-Know-How-Many in a series of posts inspired by “Miss Representation.” If you haven’t seen the trailer for this movie, and you have 8 minutes, please watch it here now. Okay, okay, okay. When I recommended buying Pink Legos, I was imagining the same sorts of construction sets found in primary colors, only in pastels. Should have done a little more research. No, these aren’t the same architechtural and vehicle structures as the ones being offered in primary... Read more
Part Six of I-Don’t-Know-How-Many in a series of posts inspired by “Miss Representation.” If you haven’t seen the trailer for this movie, and you have 8 minutes, please watch it here now. Mention the phrase, “pink legos” and stand back. (Did I mention you should have popcorn handy?) I’ve already blogged about my defense of pink. Readers (in the double digits! Go, me!) have read about it. It doesn’t seem to be taking hold across the nation, yet, though. Girl... Read more
Part Five of I-Don’t-Know-How-Many in a series of posts inspired by “Miss Representation.” If you haven’t seen the trailer for this movie, and you have 8 minutes, please watch it here now. I used to be afraid to have a boy. Wait. Allow me to re-phrase. I used to be afraid to give birth to a male child. That’s better. Yes, the prospect of having a son scared me more than having a daughter. No matter how many people told... Read more
Thankful for (and/or that): 1. Activist kids 2. Activist courts 3. Calvin & Hobbes, a comic that always conveys the right perspective, makes me laugh, makes me wish I had a kid like Calvin and makes me grateful that I don’t have a kid like Calvin 4. a 5-year-old nephew who conducts Mozart concertos 5. That as E begins to study the Holocaust and I continue my own studies of it, that I was born where I was, when I... Read more
Part Four (closely related to Part Three) of I-Don’t-Know-How-Many in a series of posts inspired by “Miss Representation.” If you haven’t seen the trailer for this movie, and you have 8 minutes, please watch it here now. A very good and sweet friend sent me a 33-minute video and asked my opinion. A man named Ray Comfort – someone claiming to be Jewish – compares doctors who perform abortions to Hitler, and those who allow this to happen to the... Read more
Part Three of I-Don’t-Know-How-Many in a series of posts inspired by “Miss Representation.” If you haven’t seen the trailer for this movie, and you have 8 minutes, please watch it here now. A great friend of mine is supremely frustrated that people in the middle are being drowned out by the shouts of extremists on both sides. I agree completely, though it’s funny: when I’m in the presence of someone aggressively loud, the louder they shout, the less I hear. ... Read more
Part Two of I-Don’t-Know-How-Many in a series of posts inspired by “Miss Representation.” If you haven’t seen the trailer for this movie, and you have 8 minutes, please watch it here now. From “Miss Representation” – Women are 51% of the U.S. population, and 17% of Congress. From my 15-year-old daughter and her 17-year-old friend – “That’s because they don’t WANT to be in Congress.” Is this okay? Yes, and no. Yes, because we understand that it’s a reflection of... Read more
Part One of I-Don’t-Know-How-Many in a series of posts inspired by “Miss Representation.” If you haven’t seen the trailer for this movie, and you have 8 minutes, please watch it here now. Once upon a time, women were valued for their intellectual and creative contributions to society. They were sought after candidates for positions of power, and whether they were pretty or shapely had absolutely no bearing on their success, or the warmth and respect with which they were... Read more
I am a fan of brevity, an economy of words, viewpoints concisely made. In keeping with this philosophy, I may have to write a series of blog posts to give each facet of this complex issue its due. But first – got 8 minutes? Watch this. Whether you’re male or female, how are you feeling right now? Circle all that apply. Angry Dismissive Apologetic Defensive Hopeful Empowered All of the above None of the above Me, too. More to follow. ... Read more
Certain names have been changed to protect – well, me, let’s be honest – from lawsuits and beatdowns. We always walked home from school. Always. Rachel (my older sister by 2 years) and I walked home from our elementary school on East 17th Street in Brooklyn. Unfortunately, we usually had company. For whatever reason, we were targets. Maybe it was that we were brainy, teachers liked us, maybe we were socially awkward and weird, never caught the ball in dodgeball…whatever. ... Read more
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