SL 704

Yes, yes, I know you are are due for a proper blog post, but you’ll get a link-fest blog post and you’ll like it. Because I have edits to get to this morning.

Millennials aren’t shopping in supermarkets anymore. They are getting their avocado toast in restaurants, thank you very much.

Stop and stare at the crazy people who voted for Trump and are still happy about it. Lots of snark on twitter today about the Times’s decisions to feature these halfwits on its op-ed page.

Developers have hearts of dog poop. Evidence.

Megan McArdle, friend of Apt. 11D, weighs in on the #MeToo movement.


Wedding Cakes, Business, and Minority Groups

About 1 this afternoon, I pulled myself away from my book and went to the running trails to work off some steam. I have a ridiculous amount of work including one article that I think is a home-run. So, I shouldn’t have wasted a morning with the book. It’s just that I was very, very upset.

I needed a really fast, hard run, which usually calls for some very nasty pop music on the headphones. I think I was too upset even for Beyoncé. I wanted some angry news. I put on the New York Times podcast and got lost in the discussion about same sex marriages and that wedding cake guy.

It was a good debate. One side is humiliated and fears a slippery slope, and the other side demands the right to self expression.

I do suspect that both sides were hired by opposing groups and aren’t really aggrieved parties. Because who would buy a cake from someone who hates you. Spit happens.

Also, the podcast didn’t discuss the fact that all businesses discriminate. The GAP discriminates against obese people by not carrying sizes about a 12. Running stores discriminate against special needs people when they don’t carry sneakers with velcro. And public schools discriminate against special needs people.

Our school district hired an auditor to look at our town’s special education program. Now, it shouldn’t matter to me all that much because my son now attends another public school, because I figured out how bad things were and got him moved. He’s doing great. But the report does matter to me because I really, really like special needs kids.

So, this report was devastating, but the auditors buried the findings. I printed out the 90 page report and pulled out all the bad things. And then went to the school board meeting, which is televised, and told them what the auditors found. The School Board members tried to distract me and buzz me away with a timer. I kept talking. I told them how they really shouldn’t house the special needs kids in a windowless basement classroom. The superintendent told me that it was okay because they provided the room with ventilation. Yes, he actually said that we should be happy because the kids were given oxygen.

Anyway, getting off topic here. The point is that the wedding cake story has larger implications. If wedding cake suppliers have to provide cakes for all, then does the GAP have to offer super large sizes, do sneaker stores need to accommodate people who can’t tie shoe laces, do schools need to provide a windowed classroom for all kids?

I hope so.

The Crippling Impact of Parental Stress

After Ian’s driver got him at 7:15, I answered e-mail, arranged the time schedule for the day, and wrote for 30 minutes on my pet article. (I’m not pitching it to a magazine until it’s entirely done, which is always risky. Still, I love this article so much that I’ll just put it on the blog, if I can’t find a professional home for it.) Then I went for an hour run. For the rest of morning, I checked off items — a combination of work and mom chores — from the daily schedule. I’m so damn productive that I want to barf.

Why am I getting so much done? Well, I have been much better about running and healthy living shit. Seriously, it makes a difference.

I also have a lot less parental stress in my life. Keeping a teenage boy on target for an elite college that is affordable is VERY HARD. There are landmines everywhere. There are so many ways to royally screw up, so the only recourse is moving the entire family to rural Manitoba. And there are so many dumb chores — chauffeur duties, SAT dates, prom tux measurements, physics projects, cross country banquets, college tours, German verb conjugations. All that is done. Thank God. I know he’s sweating his way through college level calc right now, but it’s not in front of me, so I can’t worry about it. Much.

Ian has been on auto-pilot for two years ever since we moved him to his new school. But before that, he was in a bad situation, which required tons of meetings and advocates and coordination. I have more driving duties now that he goes to a school that’s farther away but that is the extent of my stress. He’s getting a good and appropriate education right now. He’s super happy. Thank you, baby Jesus.

We won’t have to work about college applications, GPAs, or tux measurements for Ian. In a way, that is sad. But in a way, it’s GREAT. He’ll be in school until he’s 21, so we’ll have worries then. But that’s far away.

All that stress was fritzing out my brain. Constant adrenaline rushes. And you never knew when a crisis would pop up. So, I was always on guard, always ready for the next battle. Now, I’m getting my shit done. I’m booked with work until Thanksgiving.

I also have the brain space to take care of the little OCD tasks that make me happy. I replaced all the bath towels in the house. The boys with their damn acne cream trashed all the towels. Now, each bathroom has its own color.  The boys have white, so I can bleach the towels every month.

I also take the time to get a manicure every week. I’m finally establishing a skin regimin to include a quality neck cream and visiting the dermatologist for a regular redhead spot check up.  I’m drinking more water. I rearranged our bedroom furniture. All these little girlie changes make me very happy.

Taking a step back. Schools shouldn’t make us sad, but they do. That’s crazy.

Not Shocked

Hollywood stars, like Meryl Streep, are coming out saying that they are SHOCKED — SHOCKED, I TELL YOU — that Harvey Weinstein was a creep. Ronan Farrow has a follow up article in the New Yorker, which includes interviews with Mira Sorvino. (Mira went to our high school and was friends with my sister.)

Alright. Who was really shocked? Not me, because I read really trashy Hollywood gossip websites like Blind Gossip and Crazy Days and Nights. And according to those websites, what Harvey did was par for the course, and there are much bigger, creepier things going on. Including lots of pimping out of Hollywood stars and celebrities to oil sheiks in Dubai.

For real gossip geeks, Crazy Days and Nights occasionally features comments and input from someone named “Himmmm.” It’s supposedly Robert Downey, Jr.