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Catch a Cougar by the Tail

Friday, April 30, 2010 | 6 Comment(s)

So, I'm torn with this term "cougar." The term now used to characterize older women as sexual predators out for young meat. On the face of it, my gut reaction is that this is bad. I mean, you are continuing of a tradition of portraying women as animals (look at that in advertising-both in the prints they wear and their poses). And as dangerous predators, out to devour young unsuspecting boys. Please. 20 years ago entire movie plots were base on trying to snare an older woman. Sheesh. And, as a term, it's kinda gross and demeaning. I mean, right? There is even a show now, "Cougar Town" where our old friend Monica from Friends is now a cougar in the city (I haven't watched, so that's about all i know [or plan to know] about it).

But then i think . . . the way we usually portray women in their 40's and 50's is one of two ways:

1) The nurturing mother. Ask any aging actress in Hollywood, the moment they all dread is when they are first asked to portray a mother. It all de-sexualized from there. And that's kinda my point. This reinforces the idea that once a woman loses her sexual appeal, she has lost her value.

2) Not at all. In general, besides breast cancer awareness, aging women get the super short end of the stick (and if you are a minority aging women . . . good luck). They are practically invisible. With the exception of politicians, older women aren't really visible in our culture. They aren't spokespeople (except for yogurt to make you poop), they rarely host shows (Whoopi was the exception here), and they are not longer a "key demographic" for most advertising (Maybe the slap-chop?).


In both cases, the concept of a strong powerful older women is totally lost. So then I think back to this "cougar" thing. And I think, " At least powerful assertive older women are being portrayed as sexy. And while this still buys into the idea that a woman's value is closely tied to her, shall we say, "sexual viability," at least this term is widening the definition of what is considered sexy to include more women. And that's a good thing. Because we have the sicknesses of body dimorphism and beauty myths in this country and all it's doing is making us all feel shittier. The longer we can help people believe they are beautiful the better.

Even if we have to objectify them to do it?

Rock the comments with your thoughts.

As the father goes, so goes the son.

Monday, April 26, 2010 | 3 Comment(s)

I am becoming my father. While I love him dearly, I'm fairly certain there is no son that feels comforted by the notion that he is now mimicking what he had once teasingly mimicked (mimicked x 2 = double word score).

My dad leaves unbelievably long messages on my voice-mail. Though, previous to voice-mail, he would wear the tape out of my answering machines. One time while I was living in Japan, he called, left what was at LEAST a 2 min. message, got cut off by the machine, called back, seamlessly started in on how he got cut off, hehehe, and then right back into talking . . . UNTIL HE GOT CUT OFF AGAIN. SO HE CALLED BACK AGAIN! and left most of the third tape. "Nothing pressing . . . just checking in . . .thinking about you . . ." and then he just tangents out on friggin anything: baseball, my brother, snorkeling. It doesn't matter. What matters is the ability to flow from one topic to the next seamlessly without needing prompting from another person (sound like any blogs you know?)

I am becoming my father.

I love the potential of a message about to be recorded. And don't get me wrong, I don't leave a ton of messages. I have a firm "if the message is to call me back, my missed call should be enough" policy. But when I do leave them--i feel it's like getting handed a live microphone and a karaoke machine which plays my thoughts.

Recently one of my good friend's mothers decided that, in order to celebrate her son getting his PhD (like that's hard or something), she should get all of his friends to call into this message recording and leave a nice message to congratulate him. So, I call in, and their is a prerecorded message my my friend's mom saying, "You have 30 min. so don't worry about having enough time." Worry?!? I took that as a challenge.

My first* message to my friend was 22 min. long. I checked of course. To be honest, it wasn't even that hard. I just start talking about things that I think we would mutually be interested in, and then I just insert him responding, "uh huh" about 120 times. Easy peezy. (*I later called back and sang him his "power song.")

For whatever strange reason though, I don't often leave my dad long messages. Hmmm.

Fantasy Children

Wednesday, April 21, 2010 | 0 Comment(s)

So once again, this is either brilliant or deranged.  Let me know.

As fantasy baseball season is gearing up (no, i will not talk to you about it--this isn't Guantanamo), I realize that one of the things that people like about fantasy sports is the perceived control over the things that they have interest in.  Fantasy baseball, for instance, allows you to be the General Manager of your own baseball team.  That's cool yo.

And while fantasy sports are predominantly participated in by males, (Tangent:  I need to say some notes here.  1) I have always had at least one female member of my fantasy league.  and 2) I knew my gf loved me when she voluntarily played in our fantasy league one year.  That, my friends, is love.  You can't fake that.  And, that is also tremendously sexy.  Call me a fetishist but when she comes into the room celebrating Casey Blake hitting a triple, i want to ravish her.  end Tangent),  females have also gotten into the 'fantasy' realm with "Fantasy Project Runway" and similar such derivations.

So here's my idea.  Fantasy Children.  We know that 20 and 30 somethings with similar aged children become a sort of pseudo-community (if not an actual community).  Well, let's get some perceived control over those things we know we only have pseudo control over.  Namely . . . KIDS.

Of course there's gotta be rules.  You can't have your own kids on your team (that could get ugly).   You would potentially want to expand it to include a variety of ages of kids, because you could get different points for different developmental accomplishments and milestones.  For example:

Lose a tooth: 1 point (5 year olds would get value here)
Multiple teeth pulled simultaneously: 2pts. (bonus point if the front 4 go)
Getting Potty-trained: 10 pts.  (this would make 2 year olds a gold mine)
Straight A's: 5 pts.
Wins a spelling bee: 2pts.

Pubes: 13 pts (ok--this one's more for the laugh--cause i don't want to know how you'd find out)

Walking: 5 pts.
Talking in a complete sentence: 1 Point for each word in the sentence
Learning to ride a bike 4 pts.

And as the kids get older and into high school, the framework writes itself.  Points for Student Council, captain of a sports team, National Honor Society.  It's almost too easy.  How have people not thought of this before?  And I know that the examples I'm giving are fairly shall we say . . . status quo . . . in terms of the things we are supposed to value in our kids . . . but that's the beauty of it, YOU can determine what YOU value.  You can LITERALLY create your community's value system (this might be my most outrageous and wonderous pun of all time.)

And here is the kicker.  Unlike fantasy baseball, where the loser in all of this is usually quality time with loved ones, in Fantasy Children, the whole system is designed to increase a sense of community responsibility.  By wagering on each other's children you are investing in their best possible futures.  Your team gains from your community's success.  Think of your reaction if your neighbor's daughter or son (who is on your fantasy roster) gets beat up by a bully.  Let me tell you, if the feelings translate even a little teeny bit from fantasy baseball to reality--you would be pissed the fuck off (I have screamed outloud when a member of my squad went on the Disabled List).  Already that's double the number of outraged parents who are going to take action against the bullying in the community.  That has got to be a good thing.

I'm pretty sure this is brilliant.  Does anyone know anyone at the NYTimes?  Cause I think people need to hear about this.

sorry

Tuesday, April 20, 2010 | 1 Comment(s)

I have not forsaken you.  I have forsaken myself.  I am ill.  and I have made the gf ill as well.  im a giver.  im in a bit of a haze of sickness.   i hate vomiting the 3rd time.  Cold sweats were invented by motherfuckers.  i need a fast forward pill.  Jane, get me off this crazy thing . .  . called *runs to bathroom*



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