The intervals between my posts keep getting longer. I even missed my Xangaversary—I’ve been blogging in these parts since August 23, 2004. Why has my interest waned? It’s partly because my Xanga posse has largely disintegrated. Every time I visit Xanga’s front page I feel like I’m lurking around the local youth hangout—bored and embarrassed. And perhaps the microblogging that is Facebook has sucked up so much of my time and attention that there’s none left over for my friends over here.
In any case, I’m here today to hit the highlights of the last however long it’s been, categorized for your convenience.
I’m glad summer is almost over. I want the kids to go back to school. I want to slide back into my normal routine. I want to wear the same jeans and sweaters I’ve been wearing all summer without feeling resentful about it because it’s supposed to be cold in the fall. Fall has always been my favorite season. I want to make soup and bake an apple pie with my youngest daughter.
They say the Repubs might take the House in November. Or is it the Senate? Whatever. Who cares? The spineless Dems have mostly allowed the obstructionist minority to prevent them from accomplishing anything. If we put in a gridlock congress, what will change? Nothing.
The Tea Party
They’re mad as hell and they’re going to show up in large groups and wave signs! They can’t articulate what, exactly, they’re mad about, or what, exactly, they’d like to do about it, but boy are they mad! America is waning! It’s waning, they tell us! Did I mention that they’re mad? They are! And they’re not racists! They’re just very large groups of angry, sign-waving white people.
Yet another prominent Republican (Former RNC chairman Ken Mehlman) has danced on out of closet and come out, as it were, in favor of same-sex marriage. My prediction: In 40 years, when equal rights for gay people have long since been achieved, a doddering old Glenn Beck will stage a rally at Stonewall and claim, excuse me, reclaim the gay rights movement as a right-wing movement. After all, they had Tea Parties, and what could be gayer than that?
The South American Miners Who Will Be Trapped for Months
The mining industry fascinates me because of the sheer evil greed of the mining companies. Stay with me, I’ll come back to that. I recently read a book called Why Men Earn More, in which the author puts forth a number of reasons why a wage gap between men and women persists in spite of the apparent lack of barriers standing in front of women nowadays (as long as you don’t look too closely or think too hard, anyway). One reason, he explains, is that men are socialized to be disposable, and thus are willing to work at difficult and dangerous jobs that women have too much sense to do. Like mining. It is certainly true that the most dangerous jobs are done almost entirely by men. It is not true that they make a lot of money that way. Men are not socialized to be disposable. Poor and disenfranchised men are socialized to be disposable. The author further notes that when women enter dangerous professions, the work conditions are altered to make them safer, because women are not believed to be disposable. Or stupid, I guess. Had any women been on that South American mining crew, perhaps the accident would not have occurred because the evil, greedy mining company would have been shamed by their female non-disposableness into attending to the many safety violations they let slide when only men’s lives were at stake.
Headed into 8th grade in a few days, Tigger will rule the middle school. She volunteered to be a “WEB leader,” which means she’s been assigned a group of younger students to mentor and assist in their transition to middle school. Tig says last year’s WEB leaders were lame and paid little attention to their “weblings.” She, on the other hand, plans to bring them cookies on the first day and to offer them friendship throughout the school year, because she’s just cool like that.
Little Bit is beginning 4th grade this week. This summer she completed her first ever week of sleep-away camp. She took photos with her—not of her parents or her sister, but of the cats. This child loves those cats so much she can chatter about them pretty much endlessly. And within minutes of coming home from camp or errands or whatever, she will be found on the couch with a book, with both cats near or on top of her. Little Bit is less than a month away from 10. Double digits, baby!
I gave up on that silly getting-a-job idea and freelanced all summer. As a result, I was able to drive both kids everywhere they needed to go and show up for every event/performance to which parents were invited. And I currently have enough freelance work to keep me out of trouble. Too much, some weeks. So it’s all good.
Remember when I told you I had a book contract? I still do. I just haven’t written the damn book yet. Let’s hope fall is a productive season as well as one filled with soup, apples, and happy, busy children.