It’s not a secret that I’m a television snob. Save for Jersey Shore, I don’t really watch bad television. Sounds like an oxymoron, sort of – all television could be considered bad – but I try stick with quality and support shows I feel merit their own existence.* A couple of weeks ago I polled Twitter and asked what show I should watch after I finished Modern Family (which is so fucking brilliant). A few people suggested Gossip Girl, which I had never been interested in before but knew had many many hot boys so I was willing to give it a chance. Well, I’ve watched it. All of it. All three seasons.

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It is terrible. No really, it is one of the most terrible shows I have ever seen in my entire life. The plot lines are not only stolen from other shows, but they are recycled, over and over. People date each other, people lie to each other, people hate each other, people do bad things when they meant to do good things, etc. And they cause their own problems. Always. There is never an issue they are confronted with that couldn’t be easily solved, but no – that’d be too easy. They have to exacerbate it, yet I’m supposed to empathize with them? That’s hard enough when they are all worth more than my life. Pshaw.

Serena – Someone kill this leggy bitch, please. I hate her pursed lips, her frizzy hair, her constantly rolling eyes. I hate her seedy past, I hate how she always lies about everything to everyone and the reason is ALWAYS FUCKING STUPID, yet she always wants someone to trust her, or gets her thong in a bunch when someone questions her or doubts her. I think the real reason I hate her so passionately is because we’re not supposed to. We’re not supposed to view her as the antihero – that’s Blair. We’re supposed to root for Serena, cheer her on and laugh that adorable laugh with her. Fuck. that. I hope this show ends the same way The L Word did, with her playing the part of Jenny Schecter.

Blair – See, you’re supposed to hate Blair, but I don’t. Because she’s honest. She’s like ‘fuck you I’mma do me‘, and that’s it. I don’t like her, but I don’t hate her either.

Jenny – Hate her. Scheming little tart. But, at least her story line is interesting. I’m supposed to hate her too, and I do. I hate her so much, and I knew I’d always hate her when she fucked with my honey Eric. And she has probably the best father, ever, and shits all over him too. It’s more than teenage angst – she’s a little monster. She’s incredibly lucky and supremely ungrateful.

Nate – I don’t even know how I feel about him. He has horrible hair and beautiful eyes. He’s alright I guess.

Chuck – It really rubbed me the wrong way that everyone so quickly overlooked that he tried to rape Jenny in the first episode, and someone mentioned that he had two types of conquests – ‘willing’ and ‘not’. It was just accepted like “aw, he’s just Chuck! That’s what he does! Rape children!” But, later, I just couldn’t help but adore him. He’s my favorite character by far. Flawed and marvelous. Sexy, even though he looks like a narrow eyed gorilla. Every time he says “I’m Chuck Bass” my underwear seep off.

Dan – OMG SHUT UP. We get it, you’re smart and you’re quirky and you’re the perfect boy with your vinyls and books and not-too-tight but just tight enough jeans. But you’re annoying and judgmental and you say “uhhh” too much when talking and you don’t know how to handle women and you make the same mistakes over and over and I don’t like you. Just shut up.

Vanessa – YOU TOO. SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH. You self righteous ninny.

Georgina – DIAF. I’d start frothing at the mouth if I got into how much I hate her, so I’ll just leave it alone.

Biggest Pet Peeve – The Cellphones. Are you kidding me? How many times are they going to pull the “I have something so important to tell you but it just CAN’T wait but oh shit the phone just rang so the moment is ruined and I’ll not tell you now but try to explain later!” ploy? Also, how many important phone calls have been ignored, or hung up on? And why does no one check or return voicemails? JUST DON’T EVEN HAVE CELLPHONES! Not to mention that these supposedly rich as shit people have crappy flip phones (who uses those?!).

But, despite all of that, I can’t stop watching.  Although I recently found out that they are bumping down Chuck Bass to a recurring character, and making Georgina a main character. Chuck is the best thing on that show and less of him means more of SUCK and Georgina makes me want to pluck my eyes out so I may be able to forgo upcoming seasons without regret. We’ll see what else is on.

*My favorites of late: Justified and Treme.

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Listening to: Sting – When We Dance

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Last night, as Bella played in her own little imaginary world with her sister at the foot of my bed, I overheard her singing God is great, God is good, let us thank him for our food.Where did you learn that?” I asked her. “At school,” she replied nonchalantly, “we do it every day before we go to lunch.” A couple of questions later and I’m informed – with only one week of this school year left – that her teachers have lead her class in that prayer every single day since the very beginning.

I was floored – I had no idea this was happening. I didn’t know what to do, what to say. I couldn’t believe it – her teacher is a good friend of mine, and we’ve discussed my Atheism and the fact that religion is not present in my home before. My plan is to discuss various religions and deities with my children when I believe they are old enough to form their own opinions and follow their own paths, whatever those are. The small talks we’ve had regarding God in the past were brief and diplomatic. Bella has no idea that I’m an Atheist or what it means, just like she doesn’t know anything about Christianity or Buddhism or anything else.

This morning I went to the school. I looked for Bella’s teacher, but there was a substitute for the first half of the day. The principal, noticing that I obviously was upset (but not over this: my mom accidentally hit Ari with the back door just before we’d left home and I needed to get her to her pediatrician immediately because she had a bloody mouth and loose tooth), called me into her office. I explained to her what I had found out and that I couldn’t believe that it was happening in a public school. I told her that I was an Atheist and didn’t approve of anyone even mentioning religion to my child when she was at school, or overstepping their bounds as an instructor. She nodded at me, not saying anything until I was finished. She then wrote my name on a piece of paper and said that she’d speak with my daughter’s teacher. I was not convinced – Bella has 2$ stolen from her a few weeks ago and the principal did nothing about it, but did the same patronizing nodding.

On my way out I ran into my daughter’s teacher’s assistant (TA). I told her what I’d discovered, and that I’d talked to the principal about it, and also that my intentions were not to get anyone in trouble. She didn’t say much (I didn’t expect her to, her being a preacher’s wife), other than that she needed to clock in for the day, and I went about rushing to get Ari to the doctor. The TA called back to me as I approached the parking lot: “We’ll just have her step out when we do it.” With all that was on my mind, that statement didn’t hit me until I was already in the car.

I called Bella’s teacher’s cellphone and left her a message – I wanted to prepare her for anything she walked into that day, just in case the principal did take this seriously and talk to her. In the afternoon, I picked Bella up from school and spoke with her teacher, who was more than understanding and contrite, as I hoped and expected her to be. It usually wasn’t her that led the children in prayer – most of the time she wasn’t even in the classroom when they were preparing and leaving for their lunch period. She informed me that it was common in the school and that many of the other teachers led their students in prayer as well, and it was something that was going on before she started teaching there.  She wasn’t aware that it was unconstitutional/illegal in our state as it was so common. The principal had said nothing to her.

I thanked her for being understanding, and I told her that while I wasn’t going to let this go, I didn’t want it to negatively affect her. I looked for the principal as I was leaving, but didn’t find her. The TA, who was standing outside the school saw me but didn’t make eye contact with me, and I didn’t approach her. I was pretty pissed off – it wouldn’t have done much good for me to talk to her. When I got home, I called the Superintendent of the school district and left a message with his assistant.

Bella was made to stand in the hallway alone outside of her classroom while they prayed today. And I am livid.  She was ostracized because of the  illegal actions of an adult. My daughter was punished because someone infringed upon her constitutional rights, and she has no idea why. I need to explain this to her, but I don’t have any idea where to start.

I want to say that I cannot believe I am having to deal with this. I want to say that I’m surprised that this is quietly accepted. I’m not. It doesn’t surprise me one bit. This is a small town in North Carolina; what else would I expect?

These teachers at this school are indeed overstepping their bounds. Their jobs are to teach children to read, write and count, not to praise a God they might not have any knowledge or understanding of. It’s easy to say “well if Bella doesn’t want to say it, tell her she doesn’t have to” but that’s unfair. What is she supposed to do? She’s six years old, and so are her classmates – of course they are going to do what they told. The prayer is little more than a poem to them, and they have no reason to believe that they are allowed to refuse a teacher’s instructions. I feel like these children are being coerced and indoctrinated by making this small prayer a part of their daily routine. On top of that, to make a child – a child whose parent was willing to stand up and say “dude this is SO not okay!” – stand outside; to make it obvious that she is different, her family is different, that something is “off” about her in front of her peers… that is even more not okay. I will not stand back and let this slide.  I cannot.

What do I want? I want the teachers at my daughter’s elementary school – the entire school district, actually – formally reminded that prayer in schools is illegal and unconstitutional, and will not be tolerated. I want to ensure that the next time something like this happens the culprit will  face a serious reprimand. I don’t want anyone to lose their job over this – not yet at least. It depends on how this is handled.

We’ll see.

Update {06.03.10}:

It’s a bit before 1pm here and I just returned home from the school district’s administrative office, where I spoke with a very helpful, very nice administrator there. First though, I should say that I went to my daughter’s school for lunch and they did not say prayer today in her classroom. I spoke with her teacher who told me that the principal finally contacted her about it last night, informing her that I had taken it to a higher level (meaning to the superintendent), and that the media was getting involved (thanks, Twitter!). Today, the teacher apologized to Bella and I and made sure that Bella knew she still loved her and I assured her that I in no way wanted to cost her her job over this and if anyone was reprimanded, it should have been the principal. I definitely won’t sit back and let all of the blame fall on her, because I believe that the principal has been turning a blind eye to this sort of unconstitutional behavior for a long time.

Had the principal left her office at 7:45am yesterday morning after I’d spoken with her, and headed right into my daughters class to inform them that this was not supposed to be happening, Bella would never had been placed outside of the classroom. Instead, she didn’t. She didn’t even do it when the school day was over – from what I understand, she didn’t do anything at all until her bosses called her about it. Unacceptable.

I also spoke with the TA, who apologized and told me that she was also unaware that it wasn’t allowed, since it was common practice in the classrooms the entire 18 years she’s been working there. I believe her, most definitely, as my 13 year old sister told me last night that when she attended the elementary school my Bella now attends, she was made to say the same “blessing” before lunch daily as well. The TA told me that she only put Bella outside because she thought I didn’t want her to participate, and thought that to be a solution that wouldn’t disrupt the other children’s days, and if she’d known that it wasn’t allowed they just wouldn’t have done it. Again, to me, it shows a lack of action on the principal’s part. If she’d just done her job, with haste, this could have been over as soon as it started.

I never received a reply from the superintendent’s office, which bothered me mainly because their public relations department took the time to contact those who emailed and called them after learning of this situation. So…they have time to respond to them, but not to me? Alright. So I went to the district offices.

The woman I spoke with had caught wind of this situation already. She told me that she knew about it, and that she knew the PR guy had been fielding phone calls and emails over it all morning. She took notes, she asked questions, she – unlike my daughter’s principal – made me feel like she was not only taking me seriously, but that she cared. She told me that she understood why I was upset and that she’d speak to the superintendent this afternoon and suspected that he’d have a very “strong conversation” with my daughter’s principal. I informed her that I was completely satisfied with the efforts the teachers had made to set this right by refraining from prayer and also apologizing, but not with the principal. I told her that because this was bigger than just my daughter’s classroom and potentially something that many students were being subjected to, I hoped that something would happen to remind the teachers and instructors that prayer in schools will not be tolerated. I should be hearing from her this afternoon sometime, after she’s spoken with both the principal and the superintendent.

So, that’s where I’m at now. I still maintain that I don’t want anyone to lose their job over this – things are rough out there, and I don’t believe anyone meant my child or me any harm. But, I do think that some sort of announcement or something should happen to ensure that this doesn’t happen again, and that the principal did not handle this correctly at all.

Update #2 {06.03.10}:

I spoke with the Assistant Superintendent of the school district a short while ago. He told me that they’d completed their investigation: he’d met personally with the principal and teachers, issued letters of warning, and scheduled a school wide staff meeting for this afternoon so that all teachers would be reminded/informed of the policies and laws against prayer in schools. He apologized to me, thanked me for bringing it to the school board’s attention and being proactive, and also assured me that this would not happen again. I am satisfied with this resolution, and I’m very happy with the way that my county’s school administration board dealt with this problem: quickly and efficiently. So, barring any unforeseen circumstances, or anyone treating Bella differently, etc – I’m declaring victory!

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111 Raising Daughters: Girly Things

Yesterday, as soon as Bella got off the bus and started trudging across the road, I knew from the look on her face that something was wrong. Not seriously wrong but “oh hell, begin the whining in three, two, one…” wrong.

“Mommy,” she pleaded as if she’d already asked her question, “can you puh-lease get me a new backpack? Everyone makes fun of it.”

“Who’s everyone?”

“Jasmin*.”

“Just her?”

“Yes.”

“What does she say?”

“That it’s for boys.”

“And now you need a new one? Because of that?”

- she nods emphatically-

“No, you can’t get another bookbag, not until you start 1st grade. That’s how it goes. One new backpack per school year.”

“Well next time, can I pick out one for girls, that I like?”

“You don’t like the one you have now?”

“No.”

“Did you like it before Jasmin said it was for boys?”

- she nods, much less emphatically-

So then, I start my speech. It’s one I’ve given often: I’m sure that if I said “Isabella, give yourself the ‘there are very few things that can be classified as a boy thing or a girl thing’ talk” she could recite it in the mirror.

I hate that little girls are almost restricted to princess and housewife fantasies. I hate that “you wear pink and bat your lashes” is the message driven home much sooner than any “you can be anything in the world you want to be”. Is there something wrong with a little girl wanting to be a princess? Of course not. Goobalicious is prancing around with a plastic tiara on her head as I type. Yet, there’s something to be said for breaking down gender barriers and destroying stereotypes, and I don’t think that can be done if every playtime is just tea parties with crowns on our heads. I think all things regarding equality – whether gender, racial, or otherwise – should be taught early. I don’t think we  have to be a queer family for me to raise my girls with the same sensibilities and values regarding society-taught gender roles as my friend Polly and her wife instill in their children. That is, pretending they pretty much don’t exist.

Bella’s bookbag is in the shape of a turtle shell, and it has the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles printed on it. I picked it out for her in Chicago last year and when I brought it back her eyes lit up like you wouldn’t believe. She’s loved it ever since – and Bella will let you know if she doesn’t like something, so I’m sure of this. Now, someone has told her that her bookbag is for boys, and she doesn’t want it anymore.

All I want is for her to be able to be herself. To be able to like what she likes without anyone telling her that it’s not for her, and especially not because she’s a girl.

After I went through my speech I asked Bella “If Jasmin told you that you couldn’t like Iron Man anymore because only boys like superheroes, would you stop liking Iron Man? What about Spiderman? The Hulk? X-Men? Batman?!” Her eyes became larger and larger, head shaking from side to side after every suggestion. “Well, that’s how some people feel. Like you can only like Cinderella and Barbie Dolls. That you should only have a play kitchen, not a play tool bench. That you should have been Tinkerbell instead of The Joker last Halloween. The Little Mermaid instead of Iron Man the year before. I say that these people are nuts and you should be able to like what you like, regardless of whether you’re a girl or a boy. The Ninja Turtles were my favorite when I was little, and I didn’t let anyone make me feel bad about it. Neither should you. You tell Jasmin that if she doesn’t like your backpack, she doesn’t have to wear it. And next year, if you want a different backpack that you think is more “girly” {yes, I make finger quotations} that’ll be fine. I liked the purple one in The Gap last year anyway, but you didn’t.”

I’ll get her a “girlier” bookbag. Sure. I’ve been watching Modern Family. I’m trying to watch Gossip Girl (hoping it gets better and all my friends aren’t insane for liking it). I find myself paying very close attention to these portrayals of adolescent and teenage girls, and their interactions with their parents. I remember these conversations and fights and misunderstandings, and I realize that they are right around the corner, with both of my daughters. The Bella already has mood swings for God’s sake.

Soon, The Bella may lose interest in the things she loves now like comic book heroes and ninjas. I hope that never happens, or that if it does, it’s not because she’s losing herself but because she’s becoming herself.  I get that she’s growing up and soon, regardless of what I’ve taught her, she may just want to be one of The Plastics. She may feel the need to conform, despite her own personal interests and values. Most of us do at one point or another, and because I want her to look back on her childhood and think of it as a wonderful time in her life, I’ll bite my tongue and allow her to make her own way most of the time. I only hope  that there is a balance between the ideals regarding individuality, gender roles, and everything else I’ve taught her and her desire to be accepted by her peers.

I just want her to know: it’s alright to wear black instead of pink. You don’t have to be a cheerleader, you can be a softball player with that strong right arm you’ve got. You can subscribe to Fables rather than Seventeen. You can keep listening to The Smiths instead of Taylor Swift. Be more like Shoshanna than Cinderella. You being a girl doesn’t mean shit. Enjoy being a woman, but don’t you dare let yourself be placed in a box, unless it’s of your own making. That means don’t focus too much on what I envision you as either: even if you end up the prissiest little prima donna of them all, as long as it’s who you really want to be, I’ll be happy.

{*I changed the kid’s name.}

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Instead of BlogHer ’10…

by Maria on May 24, 2010

in Self,The Look

I’m doing something else. What that is is unimportant right now, but I’m about two million times more excited for it than I was for NYC. Luckily the only money I can’t get back is just the 230$ for my plane ticket, so all of the other $ I’ve spent/saved goes to this new mystery thing. Only problem is, I’m attending ComicCon 2011, so I’ll miss BlogHer ’11 too because they’re scheduled so close to each other every year.

See you guys at BlogHer ’12, yes? Yes.
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Also, I’m in need of some change with the hair. I’ve discussed different things in the past, like throwing in a streak of blonde somewhere odd and unexpected, or shaving one side (you may have noticed that I wear my hair to one side all the time anyway), but haven’t done any of it. I probably won’t do anything to it: I like it the way it is (when I’m not bored).

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Single and ready to mingle.

by Maria on May 17, 2010

in Joey,Purging

Not really. I mean yes, I’m single now, but not so ready to mingle. I just have always thought that saying was amusing. When else do you get to use the word ‘mingle’ or any of its variations? Never, that’s when. So I use it when I can.

I love this boy, absolutely. He has my heart. As much of it as I am able to relinquish at least. He is sweet and funny and cute and passionate and loyal and giving and amazing and this and that. So much so that this relationship is so uneventful and easy that it’s boring. I have dreamt of marrying him, of living a long forever with his arms around my waist. I can think of no one better to raise my girls with, to set an example for what a man, a lover, a friend, a step-father should be, but…I don’t know.

We broke up over the weekend. It caught everyone off guard because it was a choice I made alone, without reaching to anyone for support or advice. I needed to be sure that it was all me – all my choice. It’s so easy to listen to others when you’re unsure about something; you end up doing what you think you should do rather than what you really should, which usually turns out being what ‘makes sense’ or what others suggest.

Something’s not right and that something is me. I can’t quite figure out where my head is but I know it’s not where it should be. Much of the time lately I haven’t wanted anything to do with him. I am an extremely difficult person to handle in a relationship, for many reasons. I blow hot and cold. I’m impossible to please. I can be very cutting when I’m angry or frustrated (and as sensitive and emotional as he is, that’s a terrible thing). I only communicate when I want to. I could go on. For a while now, sucking’s pretty much all I’m capable of in this, and I don’t want to be that way. I need be out of this. Get my shit together, figure out whether I even want to do this anymore.

I’m confused right now, but certain that I need to be alone. He won’t let me go and it’s making this harder. He wants me to tell him that it’s over forever and I feel like I can’t because I don’t know, but I do know that he won’t stop waiting for me unless I say it’s hopeless. I’m not sure if that’s unfair of me or him. I don’t want him to wait. I tell him yes! this is forever! final! but he doesn’t listen. I tell him I’m not sure. I don’t know. and he takes that to mean that I’m not serious. He brings up the girls, how much they all love each other, how he wishes they were his, how they’ve accepted him as a father figure in some ways and it makes me so mad. They have nothing to do with this decision, it feels like he’s using them as a ploy. If I was making this choice based on what they wanted, I’d stay with him. They love him, and how can they not? He tells me I don’t know how much he loves me, how it isn’t fair for me to do this to him again and I tell him it’s not about him. This is about me. Not them, not him, me.

This past year has been wonderful. I have been happier than I have been in so long. I am still happy: my happiness isn’t contingent on this relationship although this relationship has brought me much of it. I’m not sad about this being over. I know the polite thing to do when hearing this sort of news is to offer condolences, but they really aren’t required, or wanted. For me at least: I can’t speak for him. It might seem cold, but really it’s not. I’m feeling quite a bit, but I think it’s a good thing, mostly because it’s necessary, no matter what the eventual outcome is. It’s fine.

I’m sure this post is incoherent, but that’s just where I’m at. In summation, Joey and I have broken up but the finality of it has yet to be decided. For the next while I’ll try to figure that out. We’ll see how it goes.

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