90% Is Showing Up

I was talking about me, not you. You can stick around if you want to but don’t expect anything brilliant… Seriously, you won’t miss anything if you don’t ready through this post and I’ll probably never even know you didn’t get through my entire near-incoherent ramblings… but if I do… Kidding. It’s late and I’m tired. And, I want to practice what I preach. Not that I go around preaching all the time to everyone anyway… Yep, this is how it’s going to be. See? Ya didn’t miss a thing.

Why am I writing when I think I have nothing to say? Because I am a writer. “A writer writes- Always”. Success and it’s weight/measure of worth is often a matter of opinion and an abstract concept. Tayla wants to be a writer but she is scared she won’t do it right, so she does nothing. It took me a good 20 years to realize there is no right or wrong way… I guess, if you want to get all technical, I suppose there is a wrong way but the wrong-est way to write, is not at all. Sure you’ll write badly. I just did. (Wrongest?) We can’t all write all right all the time (did I lose any of you there?) I tell her it takes practice. It’s a discipline (it’s a pain in the ass). Steven King talks about showing up. Even if you just sit at your desk. You’re only allowed to write or be still. Guess who learned she gets restless, real fast? It’s rare that I’ll write because I’m bored but it has happened. Twice.

I decided I wanted to blog on Wednesdays and Sundays. It’s getting close to Thursday, but I can still sneak this in under the wire.

With Noah on the way, our family was talking about when/if/where we should move. What are we looking for? I thought we needed another bedroom but that’s not it. Then I thought “maybe we don’t need another bedroom, just the space arranged differently”, but it wasn’t more space. I really want a second bathroom but I am willing to compromise on a single. What I will not compromise on is: hardwood floors. Sounds silly, doesn’t it? It does to me and I’m the one thinking it. I’m trying to rationalize it, understand it but- it. will. not. budge.

When we started our discussion, Don & I weren’t even light years near each other. He wants to stay in the suburbs, I want to move back to Minneapolis. He doesn’t care if we have a deck, patio or lawn- I NEED at least one of those. I’d like a yard (and maybe a dog!).He says we can afford this price bracket, I thought something a little different. Eventually, I started to cry. Not to win an argument but (and hopefully a lot of this is the hormones talking) because I felt trapped. We’re never going to move, we’re stuck here forever. I understood why he wanted to stay in the area, school, work, to piss me off… but I knew he didn’t understand why I wanted to leave.

Living in Minneapolis was one of the best experiences of my life. It was while living in Mpls. that I met Don and we moved into our first place together. It’s where we lived when our daughter was born. I remember spending hours in the bedroom window, listening to the street traffic, the drunks speaking several volumes above what they needed to be heard, all that music… I watched the lights. They skyline. That one building, I still don’t know which one it is but the top of it was rainbow colored and changed as if the wind were moving the lights along.

It’s the epitome of hip. (Shit. Did I just use the word hip in a non-medical way? Fuck.)

It’s great for people watching, story writing and cultivating an appreciation for what’s around you… I mean, that’s what it was for me. I felt alive! Vibrant! Empowered. I want Tayla to have that same experience. She’s all about it, btw.

And what does any of this have to do with the price of tea in China? Every place I lived in Minneapolis, had hardwood floors. Just by seeing hardwood floors or a couple of archways  brings me right back. I feel younger. Healthier. More creative. If I could find that in the suburbs, I could stay. I need that though. That connection is like my umbilical cord. One toward what I considered my best self. After realizing how much time I currently spend at home and knowing I’ll soon be here/there even more? I’d better LOVE it!

Hey, I did it! I did write a post today. Nice. If you’ve read this far, thanks! If I could ask a favor? Does anyone know what the other 10% of success is? And who has my cupcake?

 

Reality Gap

When I first heard that the Gap was the center of controversy over one of it’s ads, I immediately thought “of course. Advertisers exploit what/whomever to boost sales… isn’t that common knowledge?” I can’t be the ONLY ONE to remember the Carl’s Jr. ad, featuring a bikini clad Paris Hilton seductively washing a car, biting into a burger and exclaiming “that’s hot”…

Anyway, in the several seconds I had between clicking the link and the page loading, I theorized what this offensive message might be. I decided it had to be something like a bag laying across a woman’s lap with some tasteless tag like “get your thigh gap here”.

When the photo first popped up, the caption was something like Gap apologizes for racially insensitive ad. Hm. Really? No thigh gap? Ok. Got it. They’ve started a line of t-shirts stating “Gap lives matter”!

Wrong again. Do you see anything offensive about this picture? If you do, you’re smarter than I… or super sensitive, also like me… lucky you!

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The upset comes from the fact that a white girl is resting her elbow on a black girl. Or as I see it: kids being kids. If anything, I wonder why the hell the two girls on each end are upside down & and the other has her ankle above her head… respectively.

The white girl (sorry, I don’t have names and yet I feel oddly racist myself using the words white girl/black girl…) is considerably taller than the black girl. I myself, never reached 5′ tall, except in heels. I am 4’11 and have constantly been used as an armrest. Oh, and I’m white. I don’t see this as a black & white issue so much as a height issue… No one is implying she’s a “white girls prop”. Seriously, someone said that. Here’s a link to the article I read by UPI, if you’re so inclined.

Here’s the part I may get slightly hypocritical… People who are offended by this ad? GROW THE FUCK UP. No one asked your opinion. If you don’t like it, go back to shopping at the Children’s Place or Gymboree, drink your juice and play nice- without prejudice.