August 17, 2012

The War Rages

By which I mean, I continue to struggle through my Masters' Thesis (or dissertation if you're talkin' from the UK) on 'The (Children's) Theatre of War' (clever, yes?) - seriously, sometime in the last 15 years I completely lost my attention span. Writing an intelligent, well-argued, well-supported 15,000-word paper didn't used to be this HARD. I have given myself one more week to finish, have proofread, revise, print, bind, and mail this sucker off to my school to make sure it's there in time. And then I'll be able to go on and find that perfect job (or three), pay those student loans, pay back my parents, buy a car, buy a new computer, and move out and be an adult! (Oh, and finally give internet dating another try. We're planning a family cruise next year, and it would be AWESOME to not share a cabin with my parents. Again.)

In the meantime, and completely unrelated to the actual work I SHOULD be doing:


This really struck me today. Historically, I have been awful about eating right and exercising, but honestly - I am HORRIBLE about talking to myself right. It's a wonder I'm not (more of) a basket case. Surely, I can do three such simple things. I really think I can.

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I've made banoffee pie for my family since I've been home from England, and for a family reunion the other day I was attempting to create a Banoffee Pie Cake. Due to an unforeseen cake-baking-and-removal-from-pan incident, I instead came up with Banoffee Trifle. (Still so British!) It was fabulous, so remind to write down the recipe here. Later, when I'm not trying to write about societal perceptions of war and children's theatre. (Unless people were eating banoffee pie while attending a piece of children's theatre about the effects of war... I should probably suggest that to somebody.)

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I've been browsing some blogs this morning, and I found a very interesting string of posts on modesty. Check it out:

http://borrowedlight.blogspot.com/2012/08/on-modesty.html
http://brittanyjmolina.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-love-note-post-went-viral-what-my.html
http://momtheintern.blogspot.com/2012/02/modesty-and-accountability.html

I really like Sue, the first link, finding her often insightful and always very funny. I'm still processing what she says in that post - but more, I'm trying to understand the motivation behind the Friend story and the Primary lesson. (One of her commenters mentions that her three-year-old daughter was called up in front of the entire Primary and told to 'put a cardigan on' over her sleeveless dress - and I, for some reason, flashed to Beyonce 'Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)'. Not the modesty connection most would hope for, I'm sure... but there are some aspects of this discussion that are just that ridiculous. More on that in a minute.)

The second story is linked from Sue's, a girl who was 'called out' by a boy a BYU for immodesty who took the whole thing as a joke and uploaded his note and a picture of her outfit, and it all went massively viral. The third link is a response to the BYU girl's story.

First off, to start in the middle - Brittany (BYU girl) really seems to have handled the whole thing well. She's positive and upbeat, and is very kind in her writing and speaking about BYU boy. Good for her. Poor BYU boy - chances are he really was just trying to be polite and helpful and not report her to the Honor Code Office. His tone is a tad self-righteous, and his timing (Valentine's Day) was TERRIBLE, but it is not an inherently mean note at all. The problem comes down to his motivation, and since (hopefully) no one will ever know who he was, we won't be able to ask.

The argument seems to be coming down to a couple of different points: 1) Train them young; 2) Girls are responsible for men's responses to them; and 3) Covering up as much as possible regardless of style, comfort, or personal discretion seems to be the way to go.

I really like Jenna's (third link) discussion on modesty - in essence, that modesty is about respecting yourself as a child of God. And... there you go. Modesty is about you, your behavior and perception of self, and your relationship with your Heavenly Father. There are all sorts of offshoots there, such as a discussion of how appearance and behavior can often motivate/inspire/empower one another, and there is truth to that. There's also the realization that modesty is also about helping other people to feel comfortable in your presence, which is also true. There are guidelines the Church gives on appropriate dress, and those are important to review and apply.

HOWEVER: I really don't think we can apply blanket standards to all people in all places of all ages. The thing I dislike most about the Friend story is that there is no context given, other than that the 4-year-old's birthday dress is sleeveless - is it too big? Do the armholes and neck gape and show the girl's sides and chest? Does it have spaghetti straps? I don't understand how someone decides a 4-yr-old wearing a cherry-print sundress is 'immodest' without a few mitigating factors. I agree with Sue - a little girl's shoulders are not sexual, and should not therefore be covered up for that reason. If there is another reason, let's talk about it. If your three-year-old is wearing a sleeveless dress to church that fits properly, covers up her torso, and doesn't have Satanic messages printed on it, I'd be more inclined to point out how cute she looks than go screaming for a cardigan. If the little girl sees her mother and the other sisters and older girls in the ward wearing comfortable, well-fitted (not too big, not too tight) outfits that are appropriate to their age and their temple status, I'd say she'd be fairly likely to be fine with dressing that way herself when she arrives at those various ages and temple status. People do change - that's the whole point of why we're here. OF COURSE we can adapt and adjust to different standards as we grow older and move into new situations. We're selling our children (and ourselves) very, very short to assume that everything has to be learned and locked in immediately. Lead by example; explain things; be practical as well as spiritual; stop judging and keep loving; and I'm thinking the kids will be all right.

I loved this point in the debate: the Victorians got all riled up over a glimpse of ankle or wrist because it was forbidden and all covered up. Times and fashions change (due at least to some extent by major societal events, such as wars and the resulting shortages) and we (thankfully) are no longer required to wear corsets, gloves, long sleeves and longer skirts all the time. Men (evidently) no longer go giddy over the turn of a (naked!) wrist because they're used to seeing it. This doesn't mean I'm advocating we all walk around naked so that everyone gets used to it, because, hello, pockets, but if the Victorians are anything to go by then making something 'forbidden' is not the way to keep it safe. When young women and young men are taught to value themselves and to value those around them as children of God, when they are taught to acknowledge similarities and to appreciate (but not obsess over) differences, physical and otherwise, when they are allowed to honestly discuss thoughts and feelings without insisting that anyone else be judged or dictated to because of differing personal choices... Well, we'd have a lot less of the problems that plague us today.

It is not fair for any woman to be told that she alone is responsible for a man's reaction to her appearance. This completely negates his ability to choose! Remember how the world tells us that you 'feel what you feel' and that those feelings (and by extension, thoughts) cannot be controlled? Baloney. No matter how powerful the feeling is that you're experiencing, you alone control the actions you take because of those feelings. Young men swept with a biological response to seeing a pretty girl allow their thoughts and actions to follow - or they choose to re-direct those thoughts, and the resulting actions, which in turn changes, turns off, or otherwise alleviates the feeling created by that biological urge. Face it - men (young, old, nearly dead) are going to have biological urges (hint: women do, too) so the key is in controlling them, not in shifting responsibility to someone else. Of course, girls can help the men with that control by not dressing in ways that imply a particular type of behavior, and they should out of consideration. However, in the end the responsibility for a young man's behavior rests with him, not with the top or leggings a girl is wearing. It really does come down to personal responsibility and recognizing the worth of the self (for everyone) - when we teach children and youth not to dress a certain way because of the response it may garner from someone else we are also teaching them to objectify themselves to an alarming degree. Basically, we just have to chill out, teach correct principles (and by 'correct principles' I do not mean inch allowances on sleeve- and hem-lines), and expect that most people we will encounter will behave as, well, people... and not depraved sex machines.

I just decided I'm not going to directly address, point 3, because... please.

On BYU Honor Code and Other Types of Established Standards: I think that one of the reasons that we are instructed to "Judge not, that ye be not judged" is that we are simply NOT QUALIFIED to judge. We don't know. We don't have the bigger picture. We cannot expect that other people come from the same backgrounds, situations, teachings and standards that we do - we cannot assume that we understand exactly what's going on. The problem with BYU Boy was not that he commented on Brittany's outfit, or that her clothes disturbed him - it was that he made an assumption about the application of Honor Code standards, her digression from them, and the fact that other people were bound to agree with him simply because he believed his interpretation to be accurate. He shifted blame for his reaction to Brittany onto her and her supposed inability to live the Honor Code because he did not want to acknowledge his responsibility to curb his own response and resulting thoughts, or take the opportunity to consult with someone who WAS qualified to 'judge'. HE ASSUMED HE WAS RIGHT. This is why we have to control our thoughts, actions, and by extension, our feelings - we cause problems when walk around doing things that we believe to be 'right' when there are checks in place to determine whether we are, in fact, 'right'. We very often judge others  vocally because we assume that people will agree with us, or in an attempt to persuade them to agree with us. BYU Boy's note made several incorrect assumptions, and it was for this that he was ridiculed across the Internet. If he had focused on his homework and forgotten about it, the whole circus wouldn't have happened. If he had counseled with someone on the Honor Code Board, the whole circus wouldn't have happened. If he had acknowledged to himself: 'Huh - something about that pretty girl is inducing a biological reaction. Interesting. It must be evidence that I am, in fact, a guy. I could ask her out, or I could give her a note that will probably make it less likely that she'll induce a biological reaction from me. That might be out of line, though - maybe I'll just go get a non-caffeinated beverage and meditate in front of a floor fan for a while instead...' The. Whole. Circus. Would. Not. Have. Happened.

I grant you that it's unlikely for youth and young adults to think things through quite this extensively. However, I do not think it's beyond the realm of possibility for us adults to teach them to TRY. And if we do, the clothing issues (real or imagined) are just not going to be that big a deal anymore.

That's my modest conclusion, anyway.

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Follow-up notes: I had no idea the title of my post would apply to well to the whole post. Huh. I also had no idea I had so much to say about it.

- Just because I wrote all this down in a blog and was maybe slightly funny or a little bit clever does not mean I'm actually RIGHT. Just FYI.

- Also, I was thinking about doing a word count on this post, just because I count pretty much everything I  type these days, then realized I didn't want to know just how much work I could have been doing on my paper while I was getting this all out instead. *le sigh*

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July 14, 2012

June 10, 2012

Eensey-Weensey Demon from H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks

Why is it that spiders present their most obnoxious selves when you're at your most vulnerable? (By 'your' I mean 'me', of course.)

Like: snuggled up in your bed with a book, and the spider crawls right down the center of the book. And when you jump out of bed and run for the kitchen (so the spider will have a chance to get out of your bed), you sit at the table to read your book (you didn't think I'd leave the book behind with the spider, did you? Please.) it then crawls out of your nightgown sleeve and onto your shoulder.

Like: getting up in the middle of the night and reaching around a corner to turn on the light and feeling something furry on the switch. Discovering, after turning on the light from the next room, that brown wolf spiders are actually furry.

Like: after getting undressed to get in the shower, noticing a spider up on the wall. Retrieving a chair so as to kill the spider and shower in peace. Missing the spider and jumping back in surprise when it falls down the wall. (Jumping back is not good when standing on a twisty chair.) Landing on the corner of the bathroom counter and developing a MASSIVE bruise on the back of your thigh that, over the next week, turns yellow AND green AND purple AND...

Like: stepping into the shower and turning under the water to see a good-sized black spider hanging out on the shower curtain next to your head. Somehow managing not to slip in the tub and smoosh the spider against the wall with a handful of shower curtain without pulling down the curtain, but definitely while getting water all over the bathroom.

Like: sitting on the toilet, and noticing something twitching on the sleeve of the robe you've just hung up across from you. Realizing it's legs. Big, long, relatively thick spider legs. Thinking all at once that a) those legs are indicative of the largest spider you haven't ever yet seen, b) you were just carrying that robe and the spider was either already on it or it was on you and moved to the robe ACK, and c) the toilet paper is a lot closer to the spider than you are. (Also, d) it doesn't matter how big the spider is, as this is not a Harry Potter movie you're still bigger than it is so why ARE people afraid of spiders, e) are you really starting to hyperventilate? Not good in a bathroom, considering, and f) flushing and washing your hands are either idiotic under the circumstances, or an attempt to conform to routine in order to control the nerves. And no, you don't get to DRY your hands since you're about to use the hand towel to try to smash/capture/suffocate the monster, since toilet paper is CLEARLY not going to be sufficient.) Grabbing the hand towel and a couple of deep breaths to stave off the shakes as you attempt to 'handle' the destroyer of dreams and happiness that has coyly tucked itself into the sleeve of your robe. (Seriously, the next class of spider larger than this one is a tarantula or a small car, and in England those are pretty much the same thing.) Lunging at the robe, wrapping it in the hand towel, and smashing the beejezus out of it. Tossing the towel and robe out the bathroom door into the hallway so as to have more room to maneuver when it comes crawling out for revenge. Shaking the towel and seeing the spider corpse fall out, and realizing that in order to have the beejezus smashed out of it it really did have to be big enough to have beejezus in it in the first place. (The crumpled-up body and legs were as big as my thumbnail, and JUICY.) Taking the next five minutes to stop shaking, and get my breathing back to normal.

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I've got plenty of other less-traumatic spider stories - there's a kind of medium-large dark spider that I think lives around my house that is being pushed inside by the construction in the back, at a guess. I've found them crawling on the floor, over my pillows, down the walls, on the stairs, over the kitchen counter, and once starting to build a web between the edge of the cabinet door and the stack of dinner plates (I did jump a little when opening THAT cupboard.) I've managed. That... thing the size of the devil today was new, though.

I'm OK now, though the nervous starts at whatever I see moving out of the corner of my eye are getting annoying. Seriously, WHY are we so put off by spiders? Especially here - they haven't got any poisonous spiders in England (I think - I know there aren't any poisonous snakes - thank you, St. Patrick) and a paper towel or flip-flop usually does the trick. (Or a spray bottle of cleaning bleach; there was one living in the corner of the living room a while back - same corner as the 'Jumanji' vines - that would scurry into the radiator when I came near it with a shoe or flyswatter. The bleach worked.) Realistically, I don't think they actually jump onto people, as if that would do anything. So WHAT is this fear all about?

Until I figure it out, though, I'm going to deep clean my house, particularly the bathroom, and write a letter to... somebody... about how the British STILL haven't figured out screens. And start pricing exterminators.

Now if only there were something I could do about the bees climbing up the inside of the bathroom sink drainpipe...

(Do I need to mention to anyone just how happy I am to be moving out in two weeks?)






(I did not add an illustrative picture to this post ON PURPOSE.)

May 28, 2012

New Strategy

So I was reading a blog post today in which the writer had talked about having gastric bypass surgery and how worried she was about effectively communicating messages of positive body image to her daughter when she'd had a major medical procedure done herself. As I was trolling through the comments (I don't know if you've noticed, but the smartest, most interesting blogs usually have the smartest, most interesting commenters) one of them struck a chord with me: basically, the commenter said that it's pretty pointless to tell ourselves that we want to 'lose weight' or 'get thin' or 'have more energy' or whatever, as these things for the most part don't work. The thing that works, she says, is when we create a determination to GET HEALTHY, rather than skinny.

I like it. This makes sense to me.

I like having positive thoughts and ideas pulling me forward, rather than other things cutting me off. So, as is my wont, I made at list - these are the 'positive response' things that I'm thinking I can start doing to 'get healthy', instead of trying to 'lose weight':

-In bed by 11:00 (I CAN actually do this one)
- First response: drink water
- Try to do something active every hour or two (get a timer?)
- Veggies first (fruit second) ((anything else after))
- Daily scriptures (half an hour a day, first thing, works better than I thought it would)
- Sign up for a dance class
- Find someone to walk with daily/several times a week
- Schedule an 'exercise activity' once or twice a week
   : hike
   : swimming
   : biking
   : skating
   : a new class (free trials?)
   : (other suggestions?)
- Stretching morning and night
- Learn new meals and recipes, try them out
- Eat three regular meals, or 5 small every-two-hours meals

What else should I try? Anybody want in on this with me this summer? I think I need some water. And maybe some sugar snap peas.

This is a 'happy' apple, not a 'Once Upon A Time'
pass-out-and-DIE apple.  That's not healthy.

May 02, 2012

April 23, 2012

It's Not You, It's Me

It's time to take a breather.

Totally not your fault - I just need some time and space to figure things out... y'know, like formatting and content and what I actually want to say.

It's been a fun few years, blogging, but I think I'd better take myself 'off the market' for a while. Just to see. I might be back - probably will be. I'll let you know.

In the meantime, I'll leave my stuff and keep posting videos and other things that I want to keep track of... We're absolutely still friends, and you can come browse my e-bookshelf anytime. I'll also be trying a little harder to be consistent with my 'update' emails to friends and family - let me know if you want in on that list!

It's been great, really.

And there are plenty more blogs in the sea!

Watch out for falling turtles,

Cyd

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April 18, 2012

Happy Birthday

It's someone's birthday... and this is an unashamed fangirly tribute to that someone.


Would you trust this man to lead you through time and space? Oh, ME TOO.

























 







Doctor Who specs in a library YES PLZ












  








Hamlet played by David Tenannt and Yorik played by Tchaikowsky




 



  







David Tennant, Doctor Who, and a kitten. And no,
it's not MY birthday until January.




















I just... have no words.







 And now back to your regularly scheduled program ('... to YOUUUUUU!!!').

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