I, like so many others, was shocked and saddened to hear about David Bowie’s death last week. I have been a big David Bowie fan since high school, maybe earlier, and Star Man was one of Elijah’s favorite songs as a toddler, so I had a lot of feelings from a life of memories that came up when he died. Like so many others, I shared my sadness over his passing and gratitude for having had his music as a part of my life on social media. It was nice to see how many other people were as moved by his art as I was.
While I wrote this post the day after it happened, I decided to wait a while before publishing it, because I believe strongly that everyone, no matter what their privilege, deserves to have some time to just mourn a horrific event like this without it being picked apart to figure out the political implications, or used to make a point. It’s important to evaluate this stuff, but not more important than compassion in the face of the tragic loss of human life.
Recently an advice column has been making the rounds on social media, in which a person asks for advice on what to do about poor kids coming into your neighborhood to trick or treat. The writer was pretty harshly criticized, and given how they talked about how their street isn’t that rich, they’re just doctors and lawyers and business owners, I’d say justifiably so. But it did make me think about some stuff.
I’ve been scheduling some canned posts to go up that I wrote months ago just to try and get this blog active again, but I want to say something that is timely and get it out now, so excuse the two posts in one day.
I, like many people, have been heart broken to see the photos of the bodies of Syrian children washed up on the beach of Turkey. I have to admit I barely saw them, because the instant I realized what it was I looked away, and have been actively trying to avoid the images ever since. I do get there is a purpose, a meaning, and a good from taking and sharing photos like these, they inspire action, but shit, they are hard to look at, and that tiny glimpse was enough for me.
Apparrently two rich fashion dudes said some really offensive stuff about IVF, LGBTQ parenting, and surrogacy, and understandably a lot of people are pissed. Elton John has called for a boycott of all their products, which I would gladly join in on (as one of the so called “rented uteruses” they referred to), but I cannot afford Dolce and Gabbanna stuff anyhow.
Here’s what I can do. I notice a lot of celebrities saying they are going to burn or throw away their D&G stuff, so that no one ever wears them. I get that, if they donate the clothes, other people will wear them and anyone wearing the clothes is a walking advertisement for them. But please, don’t take this opportunity to waste resources, further stuff our landfills, and create air pollution. Instead, send your old D&G items to me! I will cut them up and make rag rugs out of them! And possibly Halloween decorations. And maybe some other crafty stuff. The point is, I will make sure they never get worn again, without contributing to waste. Huzzah!
Anyone who wants to send me their junk D&G clothes (and whatever other products they make, I don’t know, shoes? Purses? We can destroy those too in fun, non wasteful ways. My kids are very creative.) drop me a line. I will gladly take that stuff off your hands and repurpose it into something that is actually nice.
Last semester in my horticulture class discussion about the Keystone XL pipeline came up. One student said he hoped that construction on it would start soon, because it would create jobs and lower oil prices. He said he understood that environmentalists were afraid of oil spills or whatever, but that the risk of that was pretty low and the benefits were worth it.
I’m sure everyone has heard of the People’s Climate March taking place in New York City September 21st, and for a brief moment in time, I thought I would be able to attend it. That would have been a dream come true for me, but unfortunately, due to some medical appointments I have to keep having to do with the surrogacy, I am unable to attend.
As long as others have less than me
I shouldn’t think about wrongs in my community.
I should just be grateful for what I have
And ignore the fact that I’m getting the shaft
It could be much worse, you see
There are those who can’t feed their family
And children sold into slavery
So I mustn’t examine my own tragedy
But I’m feeling like this is just a means
Of hiding the fact that we haven’t seen
A small few have managed to accumulate
Enough to ensure our lesser fate
Maybe gratitude makes it harder to see
That the shit has been dispersed less than evenly,
That we pay the price for what the few take
And bear the weight of our collective mistake
I want to be grateful for my blessings in life
To focus on positives, not just strife
But sometimes it’s just too hard to ignore
That those with the most just keep taking more
And I may be better off than some
But in the end we’ve all been robbed, each and every one
By those few who hoard what we work to create
And toss us the scraps from their golden plates
And I’m tired of being told “be glad you’re not he!”
As if his life exists to drive fear into me
That’s not gratitude, no, it is fear mongering
The truth is we both deserve more
We are huge Aventure Time fans in our family. We have watched since season 1 and hope there will be many more years of seasons to come. We’re geeks like that.
That being said, I am highly disgusted by one of the most recent episodes, Breezy. To sum this episode up, a very depressed Finn (who, if you don’t know, is a young teen orphan boy, who was raised by dogs, and who recently lost his arm in a failed attempt to establish a relationship with his deadbeat biologic father) gets stalked and groomed by a pedophiley bee, and then sexually assaulted by Lumpy Space Princess (a secondary character who makes regular appearances on the show).
Yeah, this is a children’s show.