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Distractions
I wanted to try my hand, tonight, at yet another blog.
But I kept getting distracted.
My first thought, about a blog, came from my room-mate, who said that I should introduce his thoughts to you because they make so much sense.
The reason he thinks he makes so much sense is because, tonight, we were talking about a mother and child he saw at the supermarket. A mother and daughter who looked great from “up-front” but who, when he turned his head to look at them from behind, had no asses.
They had no waists.
So my room-mate comes home and complains about this, and I say, “Well it’s all due to the growth hormones they inject into chickens these days. We’re all growing bigger, kids are growing bigger, and it’s not only the growth hormones, it’s the fact that kids are sitting on their asses and playing Nintendo and Xbox and Wii!”.
Any my room-mate, God bless him, said, “Weeeee!!!??”
He continued, “Remember when ‘weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!’ was rolling down a steep hill in the summer time? Remember when ‘weeeeeeeee!!!’ was riding your bike with your hands or feet off the brakes, downhill? Remember when ‘weeeeeeeee!!!’ was running non-stop with your arms outstretched and you had no choice but to finally lie down out of tiredness?!”
Okay, well, he actually didn’t say that. But he came close.
It made me bring up Obama and his talks about how parents need to turn off the television. Participate.
My room-mate said, “By all means!!! They SHOULD turn off the televisions and the games and make their kids go out and ride bikes and jump rope and play hopscotch! THAT is why kids are getting fat!”
And I, as a counter-point, mentioned that my Independent Right-Leaning Sister once complained to me that Obama has no right to preach to people about their weight and their SUV’s and their children’s videos and peoples’ lifestyles.
And my room-mate said, “F--- that. Weren’t we all healthier back in the day, when we were growing up?”
And I said, “Amen, bro.”
We almost did that “knuckle-tap”, “fist bump”, “fist-kiss”, “daps”, “righteous can-I-get-an-Amen-with-my-fist?” “black thang”, “symbol of togetherness between our prospective Democratic nominee and his wife that we can’t give a name to because we don’t understand real life” “Muslim Bump” thing…..but we stopped at the “Amen.”
From there, my ex-boyfriend now-room-mate and friend who would, from now on, prefer to be referred to as “Shoes”, because that’s his nick-name at work and he has four freaking pairs of white (and may I add, expensive) sneakers that he likes to wear to work (and because he has big feet and looks good in his shoes, I don’t mind giving him the nickname and only hope he impresses some nice girl with a good salary someday with his four pairs of sneakers and large shoe-size but that’s beside the point because he’s stuck by me through thick and thin and I will do the same for him until I find him a new girlfriend myself if he can’t do it himself, but that’s, yet again, beside the point), from there Shoes said, “Remember the 70’s?”
And I of course, being a child of the sixties can remember the 70’s, and being younger than Shoes by only 9 years can remember it better than he thinks, I said, “Yeah, I remember all that, and I remember the empowerment movement wherein girls were allowed to be like boys, and vice-versa”.
He just looked at me. So I continued, “I remember that whole ‘Free To Be You And Me’ movement, don’t you?”
And he said, “Oh yeah!!! Marlo Thomas!! She was hot!”
And I said, “Yeah, that”, and hid a smile.
Remember that whole skit (animated) with the little girl that wanted to first because she was brought up to believe in: LADIES FIRST! LADIES FIRST!!
And she demands to go on a trip to the Amazon with her Daddy (LADIES FIRST!! LADIES FIRST!!) and when she gets there she finds pomegranates (or was it mangoes??) and she wants to eat them first but has to negotiate with a bunch of tribesman there first, and somehow ends up fighting so hard for her RIGHT TO BE LADY FIRST that she ends up in the kettle of boiling water and getting eaten first?
Reminds me of someone I know.
But that’s beside the point. The point being, that there is nothing wrong with being enlightened.
There is nothing wrong with being reminded that what we wish for, we shall have…..sometimes to our own detriment.
And this whole conversation between Shoes and me tonight reminded me of that complaint from my Independent, Right-Leaning Sister when she said to me on the way to our grand-nephew’s first birthday celebration a few weeks ago:
“I don’t want my future President [meaning Obama] to tell me what I should drive, and what I should eat, and how I should stay healthy, and what I should let my child do after school.”
I remember nodding my head in agreement (as I do, because of my reluctance to cause an argument), and then saying, “Yeah, but….really. Was it like this in the 70‘s? And what was so wrong with us then?”.
See? I’m no longer distracted. I now remember my point.














Comments (29)
Hiya, LisB. I love shoes too. So I understand the shoes thing.
About the other thing - two women, each one with no ass and no waist?
Huh??
Seriously, how can someone/anyone have no ass and no waist?
Mind you, I'm trying to imagine it in my head and cannot. So, can you give some more pictorial help?
June 9, 2008 11:43 PM | Reply | Permalink
*flashes picture of self, from behind, to Evainne*
See?
This is America, out of shape.
June 10, 2008 12:01 AM | Reply | Permalink
LisB...
Thanks for bringing a smile to my visage. Your blogs are amongst my absolute faves.
June 10, 2008 12:09 AM | Reply | Permalink
Thank you for making my smile wider. Kindred spirits are always welcome.
June 10, 2008 12:15 AM | Reply | Permalink
Okay, I can't show you my ass here. So I woke Shoes up and asked him to reiterate. He did, glady.
He said, "I remember women having an hourglass shape."
I reminded him or corsets.
He said, "I remember when kids knew how to run like the wind. I remember when kids got home from school and still had to DO something to get all the sugar out of them."
I remembered that feeling myself.
He said, "Imagine no Nintendo. No X-Box or Wii too....no place to go but outside...yeah, in the sunshine too."
I immediately picked up on the John Lennon reference, and I just let it go.
'Cuz he wear no flat-top, he come groovin' up slowly, and he made a lot of sense.
What year were you born in, Evainne?
And have you ever rolled down a hill, with a yell of free abandon, that sounded somewhat like, "WHEEEEEE!!!!"?
June 10, 2008 12:12 AM | Reply | Permalink
Oy. My typos fling out with abandon tonight.
Wish my arms did too, though.
June 10, 2008 12:14 AM | Reply | Permalink
I was confused because you said
.LisB, What you meant is that they were not in good health/shape. Not that they had no waist or ass. Therein was my confusion. I was trying to imagine women with no waist and ass. Hard to do.
I did go "wheeeee" with abandon. Some of my friends say that I still do that. ;) Specially on weekends on my bike rides.
Nov. 1980.
My parents made all of us get out and play. No teevee unless all the homework was done. They had it rough. They raised 3 sons (one is my mother's sister's son. His parents died and he became my third brother) and me. It was a very rough house. But my mother maintained iron calm and discipline and my dad only fell on us if we went waaay out of line.
As for corsets -I like corset dresses. To wit my first avatar. ;) (yes, it is a dress)
June 10, 2008 4:53 PM | Reply | Permalink
Glad we, um, "straightened" that out. What Shoes meant was that they were straight-up-and-down with no definition and no eagerness to hide it.
I love corset dresses too. Princess seams. Having lost my waist a year ago, I appreciate anything that helps make me look like an hourglass without the work. ;-)
June 10, 2008 9:22 PM | Reply | Permalink
Kindred spirits indeed.
Re Shoes' comment: He said, "I remember women having an hourglass shape."
Ahh... Rubenesque is, and has always been, my ideal interpretation of the feminine figure.
And I can't paint or sculpt to save my life. ;-)
June 10, 2008 12:22 AM | Reply | Permalink
So many parents work from home now, on their computers. They do this for many reasons - mostly economic, but many family minded as well. Their greatest wish is more time with their family. Maybe an extra dollar or two for a movie matinee on a Sunday afternoon. Does that happen? Seldom, if ever.
They work more and more, consumed by the draw of "just a few more minutes" on the keyboard, staring at a screen that means their paycheck. Like most bloggers, game players, etc. can understand, those "few more minutes" can become hours.
Parents need to ween not just their children away from screens, but themselves. It is much harder for the grown-ups. We need to make the money to suppliment our lives, and those of the children we hold dear. Many of us do that by staring at a screen.
Children still know how to play. How to dream just by laying on the grass and trying to figure out cloud designs. How to chase each other around and laugh 'til they hurt. How to be kids.
Sometimes, it is the grown-ups who forget. Sometimes we just need to lose a hundred dollars in "pay" to see our children smile. To hear them giggle. To feel their hug.
What's the phrase? Priceless.
June 10, 2008 12:22 AM | Reply | Permalink
barefooted...your comment?
Priceless.
Amen, sis.
June 10, 2008 12:32 AM | Reply | Permalink
I myself, being (how do you say it? Zaftig is all that comes to mind, and I'm sure I'm not spelling it right but it's bedtime so I'm too lazy to search it)....
There is nothing wrong with being Rubenesque. But I myself think there is something a little wrong with being out of shape when one is 9 to 15 years old. Granted, I hated gym class and managed to worm myself out of it at every given opportunity.
It's kids today who know nothing of rolling down a hill, hiking up a hill, wandering down a slight path in the woods just to see where it goes, and wandering back again after many hours of playing amongst themselves (even alone, as I did, playing Queen or Knight or Cowboy or whatever my imagination called for at that moment) and getting good, honest exercise of both body and brain.
Thank you, Wii, for at least making people bend while playing video games....but what in the hell was so wrong with getting out there and doing it for real?
June 10, 2008 12:30 AM | Reply | Permalink
9-15?? Oy! No, indeed; I share your thought on that; my previous remark was directed strictly at the, ahem, mature set.
For good or for ill, my only child (well, she's 19 now) is the spittin' image of her father: tall and skinny. As such, my concern with her has always tended towards the other end of the spectrum: ensuring she doesn't slack off as regards that whole eating enough thang. Fortunately, she's turned out to have her head together far better than I had any right to expect any progeny of mine to be..
June 10, 2008 1:00 AM | Reply | Permalink
It's a different world. And as one of those kids who smelled fresh air, rolled down hills, wandered down unknown paths and discovered unbelievable delights at every turn... I lament the different world. Curse it. Confound it.
Yet we also excuse it. Which goes to the meat of your post.
Our choice, America. Our children, our lives.
June 10, 2008 12:55 AM | Reply | Permalink
Yet another can I get an Amen for my sis?
Ladies, you understand my mind and memories, and for that, I give a Group Hug.
Now, let's go hiking.
June 10, 2008 1:07 AM | Reply | Permalink
Hiking! I'd rather blog..................
June 10, 2008 1:13 AM | Reply | Permalink
Haha!! But are you using an exercise peddling bike while on your PC??? HUH?!
Just kidding.
June 10, 2008 1:18 AM | Reply | Permalink
People, click the rec. button!
Funny post, Lis.
I grew up in Oregon. Lots of running around in the sun, rain, snow (when we got it). I also canoed and hiked everywhere. Rode horses, roller bladed, snow boarded in Idaho and Utah. One winter even taught skiing at Steamboat Springs, CO. Hiked about Washington and Arizona a lot too. My dad's home was in Sedona. I love the outdoors. I still hike about a lot.
June 10, 2008 1:36 AM | Reply | Permalink
It's on the screen, does that count? I count each turn of my fake spoke roll to mean a victory.
After all, my fingers are in the best shape of their lives! BLOG FOREVER!
Laughter counts, too. Kids know that.
June 10, 2008 1:46 AM | Reply | Permalink
Lis, nice post. I like the whole stream of conscious thing.
It reminds me of this song that I love, the link to which I will post despite the fact that it will reveal my occasionally extremely cheesy taste in music. :)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=3AlrFOBmdVI
June 10, 2008 10:58 AM | Reply | Permalink
Entertaining post, Lis. Thanks!
I see fat kids of all ages at school...it certainly seems like there are many more of them than there were 20 years ago. It's too bad! It wasn't that hard to avoid getting fat back then, was it? (We're almost the same age, so I'm going on the assumption that your cultural surroundings were similar to mine.) I was never athletic or anything, but I remember spending much of my childhood playing outdoors. During the summer, the soles of my feet became as think and tough as leather, my skin brown and freckled, my hair bleached out from the sun.
Your sister already knows what's good or bad for us and our kids. We all do. So what if Obama talks about what changes we should make? He's not an imperious smarty pants talking down to us. Your sister is too touchy.
Why don't you encourage "Shoes" to start blogging on TPM?
June 10, 2008 1:28 PM | Reply | Permalink
I'm trying. He actually has a lot of insight and a point of view all his own. I'm not sure whether it's because I've been here for a while already, and he fears to tread where I've gone before, or whether he's just being shy.
Sometimes, I look at Guest comments and wonder....is that him? Same goes with my Right-Leaning Independent Sister too.
June 10, 2008 9:12 PM | Reply | Permalink
Distraction: I played the "Ladies First" girl in a school play circa 1976! I wore a lavender dress and patent leather shoes and let my mother put my hair in those hated curlers to make it all bouncy with silken curls. I stood on that stage and shouted out "Ladies First" with gusto, which was surprising even to me because I was exceedingly shy and quiet at that age. I was a hit!
On another note, it's not just the Nintendo that's making our kids fat. It's the nature of the food. When we were growing up in the '60s and '70s, there wasn't that much processed food. Most of what we ate was real food with actual nutrients. Trips to McDonalds were a rare treat, not a twice-weekly or more ritual. Soft drinks were also a treat, not an aggressively-marketed daily staple found even in schools. Sugary cereals and snacks were not marketed as aggressively (and in my house, they were verboten).
Much of what is marketed today as food would be unrecognizable to our grand-parents. Time pressures and money pressures encourage parents to go for convenience foods, which are laden with calories, fats and chemicals, which we don't metabolize as well. Whole foods - actual fruits, vegetables, healthy meats, etc. - tend to be relatively expensive and, in inner cities, are sometimes harder to find.
Hmmm... I seemed to have rambled on a bit. Anyway, my point is that we need to look at our food supply and at our agricultural policies because they're not serving us well. They've created a system where calories are very cheap and nutrition is expensive.
June 10, 2008 2:16 PM | Reply | Permalink
Oh, Lord, you just made my day. Rich enough is the fact that your avatar is Veruca Salt, the foot-stomping "I Want It Now!" bad-girl of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, but you played the "LADIES First!" girl too!!! I love it.
And your point about our food intake these days is spot on. McDonald's was a rare treat (and it took miles to get there) when I was a kid.
As for what you said about the price and availability of good vegetables -- take a look at the NY Post today. A bunch of "Killer Tomatoes" have been recalled in my area due to salmonella poisoning. When farmers were gradually given no incentives by our government and started losing their farms and their homes, no one raised an eyebrow. Agriculture has gone by the wayside here in America. And we were once the land of plenty.
June 10, 2008 8:06 PM | Reply | Permalink
Stream of consciousness.... Very good!
June 10, 2008 6:17 PM | Reply | Permalink
Yeah, but typo's.....Very bad.
I found at least two in my original post. I cringe every time I see them. God, for an edit feature here. Ah well. Such is life.
June 10, 2008 8:08 PM | Reply | Permalink
Ignore the typos. Your posts always stand on their own two feet. Even if they happen to be on their own wto etfe, no one cares. Hell, no one notices.
We notice you.
June 10, 2008 9:56 PM | Reply | Permalink
A word from "follow the (corrupt) money":
The reason for the gradual increase in body weight in the U.S. is a steady increase in the consumption of carbohydrates, mainly sugar. Coca Cola and Pepsi succeeded (in the 60s and 70s) in replacing milk, iced tea and the like, as America's favored drinks, with sugar sodas. Battle Creek succeeded in replacing our breakfasts of the past with sugared cereal. Fast food companies put perfumes and artificial flavors in their food to make us eat much more of it than we need to satisfy our hunger.
Corporate America is exploiting our taste buds and our sense of smell to make a bundle of cash.
Overweight individuals find exercise difficult. No matter what your weight, imaging wearing a 40 pound pack on your back all day long: you would tend to sit in a chair more than you do now, and exercise less than you do now. It is a descending spiral: weight gain leads to more effort required to move around leads to less exercise leads to weight gain.
So don't blame yourselves - we have all been manipulated. It takes will power to fight off the corporation created temptations, to stop kindly increasing their profits. It takes will power to get off the sofa, and get out to exercise. Although really, it isn't complicated. All it takes to exercise is go to the front door, open it, step out, close it behind you, and walk for 15 minutes, then come home. That's a 30 minute walk. But first you have to go to the front door.
June 10, 2008 9:59 PM | Reply | Permalink
Shoes and I live in a very pretty little town. We both agreed last night that we should start taking walks together, after work, just to see things up close and personal rather than driving by them.
I'll let you know if either of us actually puts our feet where our mouths are.
As to the more meaningful words in your comment: Sounds an awful lot like the cigarette companies, doesn't it? Add flavors, add additives, addict the populace, and get them hooked. It's THEIR fault if they get addicted, isn't it? say the corporations, with a shrug.
Sad, sad, but true.
June 10, 2008 11:44 PM | Reply | Permalink
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