Momsers

(Note: It bears mentioning that in yesterday’s post I egregiously left out one of the most terrifying moms I’ve ever encountered in literature: Tilda Swinton brilliantly playing Eva Khatchadourian in “We Need to Talk About Kevin.” And while the movie did not disappoint, with the brilliant but disturbed Ezra Miller as Kevin, the book is much more disturbing. Swinton’s portrayal of the mother of a cold-blooded school shooter is enough to freeze the blood in your veins).

Motherhood is too complicated of a subject to tackle in one little blog post, but here are my top ten picks for most fascinating literary and movie moms. Notice there is not a Carol Brady in sight. I wouldn’t insult your intelligence that way.

Clover from the novel Watership Down. My favorite book as a young adult, this book was about way more than just rabbits. Complicated stuff. Clover is the first doe to bear a litter in the new warren, and one of the hutch rabbits that Hazel decides to set free from the barn. She adjusts to the wild life better than any of the others, and she mates with Speedwell. I remember being so happy for her when she became a mom.

Fly in the movie “Babe.” The surrogate mom we would all want if we ever found out our own had become a plate of bacon.

Charlotte in Charlotte’s Web. Any child who has read and loved this book will remember how wonderful of a mother Charlotte was not only to Wilbur, but to her babies. After she died (and we all cried), Wilbur kept three babies to raise.

Meryl Streep as Jane Adler in “It’s Complicated.” Jane was always cooking delicious food for her children, and even as adults they always somehow ended up home, which is where we love our children, right? Home, eating our food? Her relationship with her children in this movie is as gooey and sweet as the chocolate croissants for which she is famous.

Jane Fonda as Hillary Altman in “This Is Where I Leave You.” Not too relatable, as she got big fake boobs and became a lesbian in her twilight years, but who cares? As Hillary, the only thing she wanted was for her children to sit shiva for their deceased father. The movie deals with the seven days the family gathers at home once again. All of our children home together- what more could a mom want?

Darlene Cates as Bonnie Grape in “What’s Eating Gilbert Grape.” I loved Cates’ performance in this movie. So brave and powerful, and sent such a powerful message: none of us ever want to be an embarrassment to our children. But sometimes, we are.

Meryl again, as Joanna Kramer, in “Kramer Vs. Kramer.” Joanna abandoned her young son, and then returned for him in a court battle. We want to hate her, right? But which of us can’t relate to her plight? That of feeling invisible in marriage, to the point of almost disappearing? But still loving our child ferociously?

Meryl yet again, as Sophie, in “Sophie’s Choice.” The choice Sophie made was one that she could never beat. I won’t tell you the choice if you have somehow made it to this point in your life without reading this book or watching the movie. For God’s sake, don’t google it. Watch it.

Shirley Maclaine in “Terms of Endearment” and “Postcards from the Edge.” Shirley is perfection, as both deeply flawed mothers in these two movies, who simply want to love their children. The opening scene in “Terms” is one we can all relate to: going into our infants’ rooms late at night because they’re not crying, and we think they’re dead. A dark moment made hysterical by Maclaine.

And finally: Queen Gertrude from Hamlet. Sure, after her husband’s death she remarried her brother-in-law, which at that time was incest. Sure, she chose hot sex over her grieving son. But in the end, she was what we all are:

A mom who loved her kid above all else.

Momsters

It occurred to me as I was creating my “Scariest Moms” list for this post, that some of the movies that have scarred me the most in my life feature dysfunctional motherhood. I don’t even like watching the funny “Bad Moms” franchise movies.

I don’t find “Bad Mom” stuff funny. Not even joking around.

So if your mom ever forgot your birthday, wouldn’t buy you those ripped jeans in high school, or never let you borrow her car, feel lucky that she wasn’t one of the following moms. These are not in any particular order.

Violet in “August: Osage County.” At the end of this film, daughter Ivy calls her mother Violet “a monster.” Indeed. Although she is drug-addicted and riddled with painful cancer, we still can’t excuse Violet’s behavior. If you’re a Meryl Streep fan, brace yourself for a different look at her acting chops.

Mama Dixon in “Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri.” Sandy Martin has a frightening take as Sam Rockwell’s mom. Scary as shit and just as tough, Mama Dixon don’t play.

Margaret White in “Carrie.” Pigs’ blood and telekinesis don’t raise the horror of this movie to the terrifying level that Carrie’s mother does. Yikes.

Erica Sayers in “Black Swan.” She just wants her daughter to be successful, right? Wrong. Erica is the reason this movie descends to the depths of insanity.

Mary Lee Johnston in “Precious.” The book fucked me up, and the movie finished me off. I’m still traumatized. It’s an important story that Sapphire had to tell, but I’ve never been the same. I suggest you not read the book or watch the movie. Mary Lee’s depravities are so visceral that they have made their way into rap lyrics. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Joan Crawford in “Mommie Dearest.” You knew it was coming, and I know what’s going through your head: “NO MORE WIRE HANGERS!” Faye Dunaway was terrifying in this movie as Crawford, and whether Christina Crawford actually went through all of this is beside the point. Child abuse is the point.

Annie Graham in “Hereditary.” My sons know how I feel about this movie- that all of the covens and beheadings don’t scare me as much as the broken relationship between Annie and her son Peter. I can’t even watch this movie without someone with me.

The mother in the book A Child Called It. I was in a bookstore years and years ago, and saw this book cover and decided to sit down and read the whole thing rather than buy it. It took me 45 minutes, and I’ve never recovered. Pelzer’s narrative of the abuse he suffered at the hands of his mother always made me hypersensitive to quiet, thin, wan, bruised kids in the hallways. Terrifying.

Go hug or call your mom. NOW. Or send her a prayer in heaven. Thanks, Mom. Tomorrow: my favorite film and literary moms

Polar Opposites

How about that polar vortex, huh? It’s my fault.

I made some mistakes. Minor ones. I returned from Florida and it was 65 degrees, so I did my first winter to spring fashion closet switch. You know, pushing fleece and sweaters to the back of shelves, and putting linen and knit skirts to the front. Storing boots away and bringing out sling-backs and open-toed sandals.

Usually I don’t do my first switch until Easter weekend, but I had a touch of spring fever, what can I tell you? It was impetuous and the weather gods had a good laugh by striking us down with some cold weather. I loved it, though. Refreshing.

And I got excited because my first duck couple has returned for the spring. If you are new to my blog, let me fill you in: Mr. and Mrs. Duck have been returning every spring to hang out under my bird feeders and eat cracked corn and sunflower seeds. This will be their eleventh year, and I chart their return on my calendar. But the ducks who have arrived early are not the original Mr. and Mrs. Duck. This couple is skittish, and fly away if I even look at them.

Mr. and Mrs. Duck are not afraid of me, and they respond to the baby voice I use when I go into the house to get them corn. Sometimes they stand on my front stoop and look into the house, waiting for their treat.

I’m sure they’re on their way.

Five more things you can do to make sure the opposite happens:

If you take a bath, the phone or the doorbell will ring.

If you splurge on something you want, like an outfit or a big dinner, the next day your dryer or your car will break down.

If you accept an invitation to something you really want to go to, like a concert or a long weekend, work or family problems will crop up and try to prevent you from attending.

If you are working on an arduous project, like cleaning out your garage, the SECOND you finish your child will arrive home saying, “Can I help?”

If you are listening to your favorite song on your playlist through your car Bluetooth, you will receive an important phone call, drowning out your favorite part and forcing you to start it over.

It be like that.

Give a Man a Mask and He Will Tell You the Truth

(Quote above attributed to Oscar Wilde)

Easter Sunday is April 17th. If you’re traveling that week, please be aware that mask mandates on airplanes, while originally ending on March 18th, have been extended THROUGH April 18th. COVID has graciously agreed to vacate airports and airplanes by Easter week. But don’t go getting your hopes up, now- that’s how the word “through” gets us every time. By saying “through,” media implies that mandates can go through April 18th.

Through, you know. The same way spaghetti water goes through a sieve.

How bugs go through a hole in your screen.

The way Taco Bell goes through your digestive system.

By using the word “through,” the CDC (The Center for Dumbass Conclusions) creates a semantical loophole.

But I’m optimistic for you, really. I had to wear a mask to and from Tampa, and I’ll most assuredly have to wear one on the way to and from Scottsdale as well. But I’m optimistic for all of you Easter Week traveling folks.

Now that it’s over, I’m going to say what I’ve been waiting to say. Masks prevented nothing. NOTHING. And if you still want to wear one, the rest of us support you. Just don’t expect us to continue with the charade.

I blogged once about the syndrome proven by several health outlets, that explains why many people like wearing a mask:

Some people like hiding their faces, because they think they are physically unattractive.

Some people like to be incognito.

Some people are disgusted by human society, and don’t want to breathe the same air as other people.

Some people have facial disfigurement, acne, tics.

Some people like not having to brush their teeth, shave, or apply makeup, and the masks are excuses to avoid grooming.

So FINE. To each his own. Just so you know the rest of us, those of us who found masks to be an infringement on our freedoms, can’t help but be amused at your indignation that we can now live mask-free.

I will miss masks for one reason: it was an easy filter for single people. A man wearing a mask alone in his car or outside in the fresh air was a sure indication for me and many women like me that no matter how much money he has, how intelligent he is, or how loving and kind, there had to be some kind of deep-seated fear or aberrance that would never be able to be overcome. And vice versa, I assure you. I cannot tell you how many times in the past two years I have walked around blatantly without a mask, just to see men’s reactions. My signal was clear:

I mask for no man. What you see is what you get.

Hear Ye:

Just some announcements:

My toenail finally fell off! I sent my boys a picture of it in a group text, thinking they’d be happy for me, but they were not amused. It grossed them out, actually. Sorry, boys. Anyway, it’s pedicure time! Thank you for all of your prayers and thoughts that I never received.

I’m on spring break next week, and I sorta-kinda-wanna take the week off from blogging since I’ll be busy presenting, sunning, drinking, and dancing up a storm at our end of conference Pirate Ball. Avast ye mateys! But blogging from Tampa might be fun, so thanks in advance for checking in next week.

TED has named and announced my talk. Embedding didn’t work, so here is link:

https://www.linkedin.com/posts/tedxgrandcanyonuniversity_ted-tedtalk-tedtalks-activity-6907054819496869888-2oNf

If you actually click on it, you will see me looking kind of goofy in a full-body picture. In the photo shoot I was leaning against a wall, a wall that you unfortunately can’t see, so it looks like I’m vertically askew. The photographer told me to look serious, but I think it looks like I am trying to pass a kidney stone. Please don’t zoom in, the closer you get the goofier I look. Nevertheless, check it out if you’re interested. It’s the second biggest thing that has ever happened in my career. There’s just no way to overestimate the hugeness of this opportunity. Now I just have to decide what to wear. I’m thinking jade green.

Later friends.

Hank the Tank

At the time of the publishing of this post, I have 1,673 likes for a comment I posted on Instagram. That just beat my past personal record of 847. Not that I’m counting, I swear I’m not. It’s just sometimes I get lucky and post something a large group of people either like or hate. Usually it’s hate. You know how I love to be a pot stirrer.

But this time it was like.

It turns out that there is a bear on the loose in California, breaking into homes in Lake Tahoe. He has been dubbed as Hank the Tank, and is using his large girth to barge into homes and garages. He is currently on the run from the police, and despite their using paintballs and sirens, they cannot keep the 500-pound animal from seeking food.

I know, I know, he is a wild animal. But he is cute. Really really cute. And I know it is dangerous for me or anyone to anthropomorphize a wild animal, but  I can’t help it. Instagram is famous for anthropomorphism. There is even a Hank the Tank fan cam.

Anyway, the funny but prescient captions about Hank the Tank terrorizing these neighborhoods started.

One guy said, “if the world is against hank, then I am against the world.”

Another said, “He just hungry and not bothering anyone leave him alone.”

Another: “Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In His Lane. Focused. Flourishing.”

And again: “sorry I am so distracted lately I can’t stop worrying about Hank.”

And finally: “This can’t turn into Harambe 2.0. We can’t afford another rift in the timeline.”

So I added my two cents:

“If anyone touches one hair on Hank’s head I swear…” I added three red angry face emojis.

1,520 likes.

Of course the people accusing me of valuing a wild animal’s life over human life showed up. Those people always show up. Just like after Harambe got killed, “those people” accused us of placing the child’s life over Harambe’s, just because we were angry at his death. We know the zoo folks did what they had to do. Our anger was not directed at the zoo officials who had to kill Harambe to save the child.

It was directed at the stupid-ass negligent piece of shit parents who couldn’t take the time to watch their stupid kid, who then fell into a gorilla pit.

I want to know where these parents are. I want to question them. I want to ask them if they regret that day. I mean, is that kid alive? Or did they lose him again? Does he have flashbacks? Does he remember anything about the day? Is his identity a secret? Does he regret being such a stupid little shit?

I guess if I still subscribed to People magazine, I might know these answers.

Hank’s situation is different from Harambe’s. There is no human negligence here, except for the fact that humans are encroaching on his natural territory. I’m just worried some jacktard is going to show up to be a hero, like a personal bear vigilante.

Protect Hank the Tank at all cost.

Toss “Em!

Better Homes and Gardens recently published an interesting article titled “19 Household Items That You Should Have Tossed Long Ago.” Despite sounding mildly accusatory, here it is if you want to read it. It’s a good piece and made me realize how I become attached to certain things, and despite sage advice, will still not toss.

Sorry, not sorry.

Dish sponges. Yeah, they gross me out. I toss them as soon as possible.

Expired condiments. I’m doing this before I leave for Florida. I don’t want to come home to any expired ranch dressings or barbeque sauces, and I want my fridge SPARKLING.

Plastic containers. Most of my leftover containers are glass Pyrex. But if you haven’t heard, those plastic containers are not meant to be kept forever. The plastic breaks down and seeps into your food when you microwave it. Get rid of them if they smell, are stained, or don’t have a lid.

Pillows. No, don’t say dust mites. And don’t show me little microscopic pictures of them in my favorite pillows, it traumatizes me. I can’t get rid of my two favorite pillows, I can’t. I’m just going to keep washing them until I move or they fall apart.

Household cleaners. I can’t throw out my household cleaners, because they are human beings that come to my house and clean. Kidding aside, cleaners lose their effectiveness over time, so toss ‘em if they’re old. That last sentence is really funny if you personify the word “cleaners.”

Cooking oils, herbs and spices. I once baked a cake with old baking powder, and you can imagine how well it turned out. Some things just don’t age well. Toss ‘em or use ‘em.

Toothbrushes. NO! I WILL NOT TOSS MY TOOTHBRUSH! I finally have it broken in! I’ll just keep cleaning it, and if you must know, my teeth are no worse for wear. Everyone is doing just fine.

Photo negatives. I have already tossed mine, but it would be just my luck that I threw away, like, negatives from the Zapruder film.

Eye makeup. I use limited eye makeup, and what I buy, I use, fast. But if you have eye sensitivity, get rid of old eye makeup.

Business cards. I recently just tossed all business cards that identified me as “The Not-It Girl.” It felt good, but again, she was where I started. I’m still proud of her, even if no one else is.

Vitamins. We take our vitamins in my house. Throw out any old vitamins, because any health benefits have been lessened considerably.

Sunscreen. Easy one. Toss it from last summer.

Opened nail polish. Nail polish should be stored in cool dark places, so it doesn’t separate. If it is separated, toss it.

Gift cards. Well, check ‘em first. They might still work. Don’t go by the expiration date, you never know.

Opened wine. Yeah, no. Stale or not, it’s getting imbibed.

Opened paint. You ever notice when workers come to paint at your home, they leave the paint cans with you? Then you’re like, “Ok, now what?” The trash guys won’t take them, and what are the odds you’ll use them again? Unlikely. Opened paint is such a burden.

CDs. Yeah, tell me to toss my CD collection, then one day they will be worth a zillion dollars. I’ve fallen for that before. I have mine stored neatly and efficiently away where they won’t bother anyone.

Appliance manuals. Good one. As soon as I read this, I tossed a dozen of them. BHG is right, everything you need to know is on YouTube or the appliance websites.

Bleach. Common sense, I guess.

There you have it. Get to work!

Bit o’ the Bubbly

Why the hell does Travel and Leisure magazine want me to drink ginger ale so badly? Why?

I get an article a month delivered to my inbox with the same headline:

“Why You Should Always Order Ginger Ale on a Flight”

(Read to the end of the post for the answer).

Now, I wasn’t born yesterday. I’m old enough to know the deal. When any entity, corporation, media outlet, even individual, boreasses me about something that I have never brought up nor shown interest in, there is usually only one reason:

They’re trying to manipulate me, whether it be emotionally, financially, or mentally.

But what reason could T&L possibly have for trying to convince me that ginger ale should be my drink of choice when flying?

The first thing that popped into my head was that they’re trying to brainwash travelers into believing that a ginger ale is a fine and satisfying substitution for alcohol, in the effort to keep people from drinking on airplanes.

AP domestic news just reported a disturbing number: last year there were 5,981 episodes of violent behavior during air flight. Interestingly, last week Southwest Airlines announced that they are bringing alcohol back onto planes, and flight attendants went nuts on social media, decrying the decision. They think when people drink, they get dangerous.

But it seems to me that it’s the opposite: people on airplanes get dangerous because they can’t drink.

Right? Is it me?

Flight violence has escalated since the pandemic. Travelers are wearing masks. They’re tense and anxious. And many are too damn busy staring at other passengers just in case they get a chance to punch someone who pulls down his mask for a second to scratch his nose.

The real truth? There are many people who have anxiety when they fly, and rely on the calming effects of alcohol to get them through it.

So the fuck what? Let us be! Let us live! Just give us our booze, and let us get hammered, like the good ‘ol days! And I will say that first class enjoyed listening to the coach section getting disgruntled over their lack of alcohol, like Brad Pitt listening for a zombie outbreak in the movie “World War Z.”

Here’s the scene. It’s super funny if you picture this happening in coach from the vantage point of first-class:

So here’s the big reveal, why T&L wants us to drink ginger ale:

First: It was the most popular drink in the 1840’s. (Um, so?)

Second: The tastes of sweetness and saltiness are heightened in the sky, so ginger ale tastes tangy, as do Bloody Mary’s. (Ew, spaghetti sauce over ice).

Third: Ginger ale is an anti-inflammatory. (It is still is when you add Jack to it, morons).

Fourth: Ginger ale feels good on an emotional level. (It does?)

That was the brunt of the article. That’s why T&L wants us to drink ginger ale when we fly. Oh by the way, Canada Dry was sued when it was discovered that there is no actual ginger in their ginger ale.

Should be called Canada Dry Ginger-Like Ale.

Just trying to help.

Nameberry

Here’s something fun from my favorite blogger:

Nameberry just released their most popular lists of baby names. They’re fun to see, although one big caveat is that the lists are based on how many times each name is searched on their site, and Nameberry’s readership of course doesn’t exactly match the population of the U.S., so please take these with a grain of salt!

Most popular boys’ names:
1. Arlo
2. Theodore
3. Soren
4. Atticus
5. Felix
6. Kai
7. Milo
8. Finn
9. Rowan
10. Silas
11. Ezra
12. Jude
13. Oscar
14. August
15. Theo
16. Jasper
17. Oliver
18. Atlas
19. Hugo
20. Asher

Most popular girls’ names:
1. Maeve
2. Luna
3. Aurelia
4. Ophelia
5. Eloise
6. Isla
7. Freya
8. Alice
9. Iris
10. Ottilie
11. Elodie
12. Hazel
13. Violet
14. Aurora
15. Ivy
16. Amelia
17. Charlotte
18. Eleanor
19. Clara
20. Esme

Grounding

(Enjoy this normal post, because tomorrow’s will be “Celebrities Who Should Never Eat Onscreen, Because They’re Gross to Watch,” brought to you by my twisted mind).

If you’ve ever spent hours worrying about what the future holds or dwelling on past mistakes, you know how deep and unsettling anxiety can be. When you’re caught in the right grip of anxiety, it can seem impossible to center yourself — but there are, in fact, ways to shift your focus back to the present and calm your mind.

Thanks to Popsugar for these suggestions. Full article here:

  1. Try the 5-4-3-2-1 technique. List five things you can see, four things you can feel, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste.
  2. Take deep breaths.
  3. Make meditation a regular part of your routine.
  4. Get outside.
  5.  Cuddle a pet. If you don’t have a pet, you can opt for a fuzzy or soft blanket, which is quite soothing as well!”
  6. Take a cold shower. Research suggests that being immersed in cold water may lower levels of the stress hormone cortisol.
  7. Speak to a trusted friend or family member.
  8. Throw a solo dance party. I’ve been telling you to do this for months, but SURE, listen to Popsugar, not me.
  9. Do a body scan.  By mindfully bringing attention to different areas of the body, you can strengthen your mind-body connection.
  10. Unwind with a bath. Throw some lavender or eucalyptus oil in there.
  11. Recite a mantra. Try listing some self-affirmations you can repeat to yourself anytime you start to feel anxiety creep in.
  12. Count backwards from 100.