folly along

one excellent (mis)adventure at a time…

It Matters if You’re Black or White!

“…and i told about equality and it’s true

either you’re wrong or you’re right

but if you’re thinkin’ about my baby

it don’t matter if you’re black or white…”

But it does matter MJ!  Especially if you are NOT black or white!

I’m bellowing this from a megaphone in the middle of my street but no one seems to be noticing the short brown girl that doesn’t look like Aishwarya Rai. Sigh.

Precisely.

I was listening to a new favorite show of mine – Tell Me More on NPR with Michel Martin.  I love it because Michele is an awesome host with a wonderful combination of intensity and levity depending on the topic.   I also enjoy the fact that the show always looks at issues through lenses that are less prominent in mainstream media – race, gender, etc.

Yet sometimes after listening, I can’t help but wonder – what about me?

A lot of times on Tell Me More and similar shows out there, I hear good stuff but it’s more often than not, African American and now Latina lenses that are being used.  In fairness, I have also heard Native American issues covered.  But I’m a brown woman of the South Asian variety and I think, “Hey peeps! I’m here too!”

I’m not advocating for a separate segment or spin-off show dedicated to Asians or Yellow and Brown Folks specifically (go Mindy rocking the Mindy Project!). Although there is a case to be made by our growing numbers as new sidekicks.

I’m actually thinking about how it seems that society tends to perpetuate this vicious cycle of exclusion even when trying to include.   I may not take it as far as Paulo Freire’s Pedagogy of the Oppressed where he describes how the oppressed will eventually become the oppressor if we do not break the cycle.   But is it really practical/realistic to have more dialogues of inclusion that will still be interesting?

I really don’t know. I don’t fault shows like Tell Me More or the similar for focusing more on African American and/or Latino issues.  We all operate from our experiences that are rooted in the identity we claim for ourselves.  I am the same.

But do we always have to “fight” for it, lobby hard for it to come to be?  Maybe we do, I don’t’ know.   Is it possible to have a conversation that speaks from a broader place that also addresses important issues facing more diversity than less?

It just seems that the way we are going, we will have one million different “minority” voices yelling at The Man to be heard, while poking each other off our soap boxes, when we could be a thundering boom if we yelled together.  Oh but wait. I think that’s already happening.

Anyway, I promise I’m not smoking something I shouldn’t, or enlightened…yet. :)

Just some thoughts.

be afraid!

A rumble in the tummy. Woah, I feel a little sick.  Hmm, I feel a little worse.  Big rumble

Wait for it.

A mad sprint in the wee hours to the aging porcelain comrade in my bathroom.  We got to know each other intimately over a two to three-day period.

It would have been miserable but less painful if it had hit me alone.  But no.  On the rare occasion that I host a dinner party with food and everything, we end up spreading the plague.

Was it the weather?  Was it the food?  Was it a thoughtless unwell party attendee?

Yes, it was my thoughtless toddler in attendance.   We thought he was in the clear after a stomach bug a day or so before. But instead this tiny, smiling short pint infected many of the towering adults in his wake.

My often-bullied logical side says that it wasn’t his fault, fun viruses have been going around, and this wasn’t something we planned.  In other words, my son as genius as he is, did not mastermind this event.   Ahem to some of my guests who haven’t called since.

However my paranoid, fearful, media-brainwashed side knows that there is a FLU SCARE DAMMIT and we will all die if we don’t’ get our sh** together! Pun intended.

How do I define the term “flu” in this instance?  The flu is a modern catch-all term for everything bad in life – cold, stomach bug, indigestion, break-up issues, crappy boss and economic woes.   I know an ER doctor and he would agree with this definition.

from wikipedia

So, to address this potent national flu outbreak, I would like to propose a few modest options that I hope anyone reading will consider:

  1. Buy up as much antibacterial soaps, lotions, sanitizers that you can. Apply them to every part of your body that will listen. Ingest them like soda. Those naysayers who believe that we are creating superbugs by doing this?  Well, run far far away!  They are going to get you sick!
  2. Ever heard of the movie, Boy in the Plastic Bubble?  Watch it because it was probably John Travolta’s best work and I was lucky enough to buy it for a buck at Target.  Once you are done, seriously consider a bubble-enclosed lifestyle.  Fresh air and nature are overrated and on their way out any way given global climate change.  It’s a great way to stay germ-free.
  3. If you have young children and don’t prefer the bubble, if you can, avoid them.   Plan an extended visit for them to an unsuspecting and forgiving friend or acquaintance until this all blows over. Their hands are often sticky with unknown substances and they spread things – disease, their toys, happiness, etc.   At the very least, handle them with gloves, and a face mask.  But work fast, as they will soon want to play with the gloves and face mask and contaminate you further.
  4. Finally, have to go into work?  Don’t do it!  Call in pre-sick.  Going into work is a trap.  In the name of “productivity,” or “keeping your job” they will lure you in.   Then some brown-noser will be in the office with a stuffy nose and pink eye.  They will blow air in your direction and its over for you.   Let’s be real.  The world will not end if a few days of work are missed.  You might even recall what is important in life again.  But the world WILL end for you if you get sick. 

Even if you do not embrace my suggestions, be careful.  Take care of yourself, give it time and cough into your armpit.

It’s a dangerous time out there.  Hell – it’s always dangerous and depressing when the news projects our reality, as it ought to.  Sadly, the top news stories are constantly in flux.  So to maintain our peace of mind, we must latch onto a story we think will last longer and scare everyone for as long as possible.

FLU BOO!

Oh wait, did you hear about the worst  blizzard ever approaching?

..i wonder i do*

What does it mean when you are larger than life in one land and non-existent in the other?  Is that even possible?

Indeed, it is.

A man who was essentially invisible in the U.S. turns out to be a living legend in South Africa.

For so many of us hoping to make “something/anything” of ourselves before we turn to dust indefinitely, this is a difficult scenario to make sense of.

Seeing Searching for Sugar Manthe other day rocked my world.  Can you tell?

from official Sugarman site.

It’s one of those movies where I would be a meanie if I gave it away.  It should be experienced.  But, I think I am safe in saying that it is about a musician named Rodriguez who was considered by some to be as good as Bob Dylan, if not more talented.  The film is a journey of several men in South Africa trying to track down the fate of a beloved artist from their youth – Rodriguez.  And the craziness is that this artist from the U.S. didn’t even get close to “making it big” in his own country.

I will leave it at that.

But it really made me think about what it means to succeed in the world, in life.

Is it money, fame, acknowledgement, accolades, glory, or other similar synonyms and involving Oprah?

I still have no clue, but this movie really made me think it wasn’t anything mentioned above.

Maybe something closer to the vest.

For now, all I know is that everyone should really see this movie AND downloading Rodriguez’s music is on my MUST-DO (to succeed) list.

“…And you assume you got something to offer

Secrets shiny and new

But how much of you is repetition

That you didn’t whisper to him too.”

- Lyrics from Rodgriguez’s song, “Crucify Your Mind.”

* title is from his song, “I wonder”

we all need the baby treatment!

The other day, I took a quick glance at the snack that I bought my toddler.

The side of the box says,

  • always organic
  • no genetically modified ingredients
  • no high fructose corn syrup
  • no trans fats
  • no artifical flavors or preservatives
  • BPA-free packaging

Question – Why can’t we get this kind of treatment from those who produce food for adults?!!!

Do we suddenly develop guts of steel where GMO, high fructose corn syrup, trans fats, preservatives and BPA are good for us? 

Is the message here that we should take care to make sure our kids are eating healthy but there is a good chance we might die early from the crap that we eat?  Is this a conspiracy to address people living longer these days?

The increase in gluten and lactose intolerances, as well as the other GI (gastrointestinal) issues out there would lead me to believe that the answer is NO.

These days my circle of friends and family have been talking a lot about diets – no oil, plant-based, vegan, etc.  This is important but   I’m starting to think that it is more important that we regain control or at least a better understanding of the way that our food is produced.   Because I’m not sure if eating GMO fruits and veggies all day is better than eating none at all.

I dunno. I’m clearly not an expert here.  But would love to hear thoughts on how I can be more conscious about this.

Until then, I’ll do my best to stay LOCAL, organic and who knows, maybe I should start getting some baby food for myself also!!

Let me know if there are better tasting ones out there. I’m serious.

growing and growing and growing…

I’m one of those people who is always trying to learn, grow and be a better human.

After writing that, I realize that I might sound a smidge pompous.

Let’s be clear – trying doesn’t mean that I succeed.   But I’m hoping our final scoreboards in the sky will at least reflect my efforts.

In the spirit of true “home” improvement, self-help, being your truest self or whatever you would like to call it, I want to share some things that I am learning in the hopes that it will be helpful to the Internet.  I can in no way take credit for these insights. I’m just lucky to have had them thrown my way.

  • You can’t let “life” be your excuse – for not trying to evolve who you are and what you understand.  I was trying to use some hard times, “events of life,” as my scapegoat in the past year or so.   Yet, life happens to everyone and I owe it to myself, and my loved ones to keep at it.  The fruits of that you-work will be worth it.
  • Breathe into it and step aside – I am working on moving past this rather troublesome habit I have of ignoring non-happy emotions (anger, sadness, frustration, etc) that come up.  I recognize they are there but then I want them to magically disappear as soon as I feel them.  Of course, surprise, surprise they linger, and make a mess in some form somewhere down the line.  In fact, I think this silly habit has helped health issues emerge that work as a sort of smoke and mirrors allowing my feelings to stay hidden. However, thanks to a granola-titled book, “Healing Back Pain,” by Dr. John Sarno, that I stumbled upon and slowly getting back on track with meditation, I came to a profound realization.  For others, it might be a “duh” moment.  Essentially, I realized that I can’t really breathe past or through an emotion. I have to breathe into it. I have to let it arise and let it show its face IN me.  And then I must step to the side and watch it RISE and then PASS AWAY.  I can’t guarantee I can do it every time but isn’t there a saying that knowing is half the battle?
  • Teachers are all around you, if you take a moment to look up – I would often lament to a few friends that I didn’t feel that I had that one teacher, guru, master, mentor etc. that could help show me the way or tell me what the next step is on whatever path I’m on.  I’m discovering that I’ve been blessed by the presence of teachers whenever I truly need them.  They might not know they are my gurus, but they motivate me to take that next step.  Sometimes, the inspiration derives from what they do and who they are.  In a recent example, a few months ago, I reconnected with some family friends after a number of years.  I did not know too much about what was going on in their lives in the interim.  And it could be easy for a passerby to write them off as a lovely, and typical Indian family – ticking off major milestones, conforming to cultural traditions.  I very soon discovered that this family is also and most importantly, united in their constant efforts to reflect and grow.  The father – an accomplished entrepreneur – was taking a Landmark education course where a wonderful transformation occurred.  The other family members were inspired and joined the program.  And apparently, this is just one of the many things they have been open to in their struggles to be better partners, parents, kids, siblings, humans.  Their example blew me away.  If A WHOLE FAMILY can do it amidst the craziness of life, “I’m too old,” “It’s too late,” “I don’t have time,” are all pretty sorry excuses.

These particular accidental gurus reinforced the truth that real learning never ends, and you are never truly done.  How can you say you are done if each new step is like seeing the ocean for the first time?

Anyway, with guidance and inspiration from others, I will continue chugging along like that little Engine.

If you have any learnings to share, please throw them our way, not AWAY! Har har clearly my humor could use some growth too.

a dish served cool

I am brown so by default, I am related to Gandhi and non-violent.

However, even peace-loving people who play nice in the playground are not immune to hurtful slights and comments and, and……basically MEAN things done to them.

Nope sorry.  Unless you are on a different plane of consciousness, which I’m only inching towards, mean things hurt most people.  

But the question I want to explore is – what is the best way to respond to MEAN?

Why do I ask this right now?  Well like most of us out there, I have been a victim of MEAN.  I’m one of those kids that another kid would call a name and then ONE DAY later, I would have sizzled, bubbled and come up with the most “brilliant“ verbal response along the lines of, “yeah well, you’re stupid!” To complicate matters, the moment has usually passed in ONE DAY’s time, and I have totally screwed myself by being a believer in Karma.

This non-answer to MEAN has persisted in my adult life.  And no longer am I satisfied with sticking out my tongue and saying “yo mama,” in my head.

So with that background, how does one best respond to MEAN? 

Answer #1 of course = just ignore them. Be the better person.

Providing that response to a hurt and angry person is like poking them in the eyes with your pen and stepping on their feet at the same time.  Possibly warranted, but not helpful AND MEAN (ahem).  And if they are not related to Gandhi like me, they might hurt you real bad.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, you could have responses that may involve violatile confrontations including:

  • Yelling with bad words
  • Destruction of property
  • Or beating the crap out of someone

These are practices of some.  But not many who do not frequent a detainment facility.   And this is no solution to someone who believes in the profound words of Justin Timberlake and Beyoncewhat goes around comes around.

So what can the MEANIFIED do to feel better?

Well, I think the most ideal approach (at least for me) would be to recognize the fear and insecurity in the MEAN that compel them to be that way, and address it with them if possible.  If not, realize it is not worth spending your precious time and energy on.

I said ideal…

Thus, until I evolve further, the following after-school special-lines are dedicated to those MEANSTERS who have burned peace-loving folk (at school, work, in life) for too long:

It is NOT okay.  And those who tell you otherwise are LYING

Even if you are DYING, there is no excuse to send someone CRYING

It’s not cool to be a bully

Except maybe in jail

It’s not a sign of power

You are essentially a coward

We all have problems but don’t act as you do

And next time you think its okay to be cruel

Think about who is really the fool?

I feel a little better now (as she moves her swords away from the keypad). Let’s light candles and sing Taylor Swift’s song about it!

and ps – bullying comes from MEAN and the govt does it like it either! - http://www.stopbullying.gov/

MAINE-sanity

MAINE-sanity!Image

If I were in charge of marketing for the state of Maine, this would be the name of my campaign.  Just think of the possibilities.  Just think of where Jeremy Lin is today…

I don’t mind that no one else would get it.  And maybe that’s why I would not be given this responsibility.

Regardless, this past weekend I took my first trip to Maine.  Bar Harbor, ME to be exact. My travel companion asked me what I would write about my trip.  So here goes:

Maine is not a foreign country and yet coming from the nation’s capital, this type of place in the U.S., seems foreign to me.

Everything has a calming, quiet – the land, the water, and yes, even the lobster (facing death has that effect, I’ve been told).

A place like Bar Harbor leaves the Metro-mind that is usually brimming with silly monologues and stresses, no other choice but to fade with little effort.

My mind said, “I know when I’m not wanted. See ya, for now…”

And so begins a blink of an escape filled with –

  • Lakes so clear you crave to leap into them, only to realize these waters are still used as uncorrupted water sources to drink from;
  • Natives that are almost too-friendly to accept, who not only love and respect the physical nature that surrounds them, but respect the nature of their lives in this small village in Maine – tourists sustain their livelihood and so they must be good to their guests;
  • Indian tourists! Holy crap. I can say this because I am Indian. Where did we all come from and why?
  • Lobster, lobster, and more lobsta!
  • And the first bit of land in the U.S. to see the dawn of a new day.

ImageI’m sure there is a lot of crappy stuff that I don’t know about Maine.  I’m sure there are folks and sources out there ready to enlighten me.

Yet for the moment, I prefer to revel in my little bubble, my little picture of Bar Harbor, Maine that gave me a short calm amidst the crazy. 

emilio’s way

I’m not sure why I thought Emilio Estevez was cool when I was young. 

I don’t really think he was an A-lister in Hollywood at that time.  I definitely wasn’t a fan of his acting legacy a la the Mighty Ducks trilogy.

It’s a real enigma.

I will even thoroughly embarrass myself right now by saying that for a middle school Spanish class project, I videotaped an “interview” with Emilio Estevez who was kindly portrayed by a family friend who did not even remotely resemble the actor in question.   I think our family friend and my classmates were very kind to not laugh in my face repeatedly.

My soft spot for Emilio came out again after a 20-something year hiatus in feeling the urge to see a film that he wrote and directed recently called, The Way.

FINALLY the brilliance and intuition of my youth has caught up to me!  Folks – Emilio Estevez has talent.  (He also directed the film Bobby).

The Way was simple yet moving, and he added new contours to a clichéd theme that is so for a reason.   If nothing else, it makes you want to embark on the Way of St. James, or at the very least, visit that part of the world or read about it.

Martin Sheen his dad (for-reals) plays the main role here and with the help of a great gang of three-fellow Pilgrims enables the viewer to patiently enjoy their journey to Santiago de Compostela.

I won’t say more because I don’t want to spoil it for fellow fans of the less ridiculous family members of Charlie Sheen.

This movie not only made me want to visit some of the beautiful spots on this earth, it made me think about the basics in life that we are often too rushed to appreciate amidst our stories and destinations.

Maybe next time I take a walk somewhere, I will try to enjoy the walk as well as the “somewhere”.

I knew I liked Emilio for a reason.  I was just way ahead of my years :)

Stop laughing at my fake interview!

DNC-inspired

One pleasant-enough morning, I got an email from the DNC.  In this case, DNC stands for DEMOCRATIC NATIONAL COMMITTEE not Donkeys Needing Colonoscopies. I was okay with it until…

One email turns into five.  I read one of the e-press releases.  I deleted the other four without opening them.   One seemingly isolated storm of emails has turned into a regular and frustrating weather pattern.

I wanted a good Groupon deal email and instead I get a press release about WAAWAAWAA (insert Charlie Brown’s teacher).  For the record it wasn’t about an issue that I would consider that important like tolerance or world peace.  It was about how someone….WAAAWAAWAA

I DID NOT ASK TO BE PART OF THIS MAILING LIST

I consider myself a liberal on most days.  And given the recent voting choices between – a man smiling and selling hormone-injected candy VS. a man yelling anti-human slurs and chasing me with the actual hormone injection (= the GOP), I have chosen the former.

However, this recent seemingly benign deluge of emails might push me over the cliff of reason into….into….

And since I HAVE STILL NOT BEEN TAKEN OFF THE @#$#!! MAILING LIST despite several EARNEST attempts let me give you an abridged transcript of what has happened.

Since we have entered a political arena, I will be fudging various numbers to prove my point:

-       Five DNC emails received.  Five deleted

-       Next day, Five emails received.

-       No unsubscribe option in emails.

-       I send – UNSUBSCRIBE- in subject and body of email.

-       Six (one extra for good measure) DNC emails received the next day

-       I respond – “Stop emailing me.”

-       Seven DNC emails received.

-       “Stop emailing me or else I will change my party affiliation.”

-       Eight DNC emails come back

-       I PICK UP PHONE (gasp) and call press office contact number to request being taken off mailing list.

-       Nice person responds by taking my info. Says she knows nothing but that she will take me off the list.

-       I smile

-       A full weekend passes DNC-free

-       I smile again

-       Three DNC emails received!!!!!

As much as I believe women, minorities (all of which I am), choices, puppies are good things, I might have to abandon this political party on principle.

Is this email scandal (do you like what I just did?) indicative of the lack of hearing and constituent respect, which plagues most of our political parties these days?

Or is this just a new generation of horrible technology-related nightmares?  Not being able to unsubscribe….What’s next? Being unfriended by Facebook?  Having Siri yell profanities at me without requesting it or even having Siri?!

The sad part is that it doesn’t even matter anymore if I’m getting good things from the DNC.  They could be telling me that they have managed to develop a backbone in addressing the GOP and standing up for the rights of the masses….

But for not listening to me, for not creating an internal system to handle my request, for not stepping up, I say –UNSUBSCRIBE.

And for those of you who read my last post and are now getting alarmed that I will become or am a fascist, fear not.

If anything, my disenchantment will lead me to organize a flash mob (the dance type) to an Adele tune in the Himalayas where I am the lone participant.  Boo yaa!

Ps- DNNNNCCCCCCC TAAAKE ME OFF YOUR MAILING LISSST!!!

why I’m quitting feminism

I grew up playing soccer with boys wearing fish-printed jams (yes, I did).

From there I was an awkward tween and teen with my hair either in my face or in a ponytail most of the time.  I then proceeded to blossom into a slightly more put together, women’s college attending, still tennis/soccer-loving adult feminist.  In retrospect, given my mother’s leanings, I probably emerged from the womb -a feminist. Or so I thought….

For those of you who are unfamiliar (I won’t judge), it’s a little more complicated and nuanced to scholars, but feminism as pursued in mainstream U.S. society is advocacy of woman’s rights in terms of political, social and economic equality with men.  I will leave the explanations of  post feminism and the various waves for another time.

But today I am a feminist no longer. I quit.   

I’m going to ASSume someone out there is asking – Why?

Well, thanks for asking.  Let me offer a long-winded, blog-post length explanation.

My discontent began maybe five years ago.  From that time, I don’t think a week has gone by without someone (including myself) complaining about a negative experience with a supervisor.  As much as it pains me to say this, the majority of those supervisors were women.

Having a former life rooted in work and interest in gender and development, I have also seen the rights and needs of women from different minority groups get ignored in the pursuit of the larger goal of feminism.  Take one for the team ladies.

I have even observed a good friend of mine being turned away from contributing something wonderful to a women’s organization just because her view of feminism is slightly different from theirs, and the norm.

Along those lines, I’ve noticed that many “feminists” that I have interacted with are not embodying those changes personally or professionally that they wish to see in society.

Finally, as a new mother of a son now, I question all the anti-male rhetoric of feminism because that alone won’t help me raise a thoughtful, respectful and kind man.

All of this in isolation means nada, but together it brings me back to two questions someone (a guy) asked me almost five years back, and that was – “What is the goal of feminism?” and “What do we mean when we say we want equality with men?”

The questions themselves were not head-scratchers at the time but it got me thinking.  Thinking -yes I know, I was told to stop.

But what is the goal of feminism?  Is it equality with men?  Should it be?  I’m not so sure anymore.

We have made significant strides in gaining access to C-suite-type opportunities in different sectors.  Last I checked more girls in the U.S. attend college and get advanced degrees than men.  Politics is still a boys club for the most part. But ladies like Hillary are paving the way and folks like Tina Fey, oops I mean Sarah Palin and Michelle Bachmann are off-roading it for the sake of the GOP’s self-destructive behavior.

My larger point/question though here is – As a result of the feminist movement, are we better off as women now?  Despite all of these inroads, are we happy?  Is it just a matter of getting more, making more inroads?  And if so, why am I hearing more general discontent, more and more about women instigated battles in the workplace and elsewhere that might not have happened before?

In some respects, I’m a little late to this debate.  Three years to be exact.

I don’t deny that if we are seeking “equality to men” we have made some progress but we have a long way to go.  I would NEVER want to diminish pioneers of feminism like Gloria Steinem whose book, The Revolution Within, pretty much changed my life.  They have indeed sacrificed to give us opportunities that were out of reach before.

BUT what if it was never supposed to be about equality with men?  What if that was the wrong target to begin with?  What if saying equality with men is like comparing an apple with a tomato?  The more I think about it, the more I think it is like trying to use a seashell to hear the ocean, when the entire OCEAN waits for you.

In other words, why do we limit ourselves when a whole new model can exist that allows all of us (including men if they want) to reach their fullest potential and be who we want to be?  If we did, we could change so much more than we think for the better.

Anyway, for points mentioned in the rant above, I’ve decided that it’s time to quit mainstream feminism, and transform it into what I want it to be.  Right now that is – fairness, respect, and kindness to ALL.  Basically,  I want something beyond just getting as much as a guy cause frankly, they have their own issues…..and hell, I want more than that for myself and others.

[my soapbox has fallen over.  i’m on the ground, but I’m not smoking anything]

I will still continue to support folks out there who are being treated unfairly (including women and girls).   But it won’t be because I’m a feminist.

In fairness and in solidarity, I am heartened to see a new gang of women making things their own and coming together to collaborate, learn and grow in their respective fields like Women 2.0 (for female tech entrepreneurs), Blogher (for lady bloggers) and something local I just heard about called Community in HER corner.   All good stuff.

And along those lines, let’s figure out another term for tomboy. How about cool girl like me?

Speaking of cool girls and my earlier shout out to Hillary – check out how Hill punked the guys who put together a site called Texts from Hillary.  I have to say that some of their stuff was pretty funny.

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