Thursday, March 21, 2013

Where Do We Go From Here???

This has been on my mind a lot lately. Where DO we go from here? "Here" being the culture that allows the rape victim to be chastised on social media, as in both the infamous Steubenville, Ohio rape case and the more recent Connecticut case. Let me make something clear, the victim should NOT shoulder the blame.

Reverse the roles a moment since we know that some males in reality are raped, and those rapes are probably even more under-reported than the "traditional" rapes where the female is the victim. If a man was raped, would anyone question how he was dressed? Would anyone say that he was drunk and thus "asking for it"? Would anyone say that "he didn't say no"? I don't think so. So why do we treat female victims in such a manner?

How the victim is dressed is irrelevant. Saying otherwise assumes that no man can control himself when faced with a short skirt or low-cut shirt. Come on. If it were a man victimized, would you say that his clothes were too tight? Too short? No, so let's not go there.

"Was the victim drunk?" Seriously? If she/he can't say no, she/he can't say yes. Don't go there.

NO ATHLETE, no matter how well respected by the community, has the right to take advantage of a another person in any way shape or form.

OK, so let's get off the bandwagon. What do we do about this? We have created a culture where it is acceptable for athletes to do whatever they want and for people to ridicule and put down the victim for any number of reasons. How do we fix this? What should we do? How do we teach our kids to respect EVERYONE and to treat everyone with dignity?

Firstly, I think we need to call the media on every instance we see of them treating women differently than men. Every time we see a talking head on TV refer to a woman as a bitch, a witch, or anything else they wouldn't call a man, call them on it.

If, as was done with Nancy Pelosi, we see a woman being questioned on her role as a mother, call them on it. If they wouldn't question how good of a father a man is, why should the media question how good of a mother a woman is? Mrs. Pelosi was questioned on who would take care of her (then teenage) son while she was running for office. Are you kidding me? Does a teenager NEED a babysitter? Has anyone EVER asked a man that when he was running for a political office?

When we see magazines belittling women or setting them up as objects, call them on it (OK, this one won't change any time soon, but it will never change if we don't speak up).

Email the network or magazine editor, write a comment on their Facebook page, tweet about it in Twitter. Sign every petition you can when you see or hear of derogatory comments made in the media against women. Let the media know that this is NOT ACCEPTABLE. And don't forget to talk to kids about what you are doing, even if the kids are not your kids and are instead your nieces, nephews, cousins, students, friends or children of friends.

When we hear our friends or colleagues making a derogatory comment about anyone, call them on it. This also means that we have to be cognizant of what comes out of our own mouths. Set the right example. Treat people with respect. And if you don't and are called on it, simply admit that you are at fault and try to remedy it.

Contact your school boards and insist that rape education, meaning what rape is and what acceptable behavior is, be included in sex ed. Ask that women's studies, in some format, be included in the high school curriculum. Insist that there be a balance between male and female role models that are studied. Focus on women during March, International Women's month. Class/group projects on female role models should be standard. We study Martin Luther King, Jr. and presidents, so why not spend a little time at all levels studying women? Without women, there wouldn't be any men, after all.

Beyond this, I am open to suggestions. And, when I am less tired, I am sending an email to the superintendent of our schools. Thoughts? Comments? Funny stories to add (not that it's a funny subject)?



Saturday, March 9, 2013

Blankies and Gwankies

My kids are all blanket babies. When they were toddlers, they all found comfort in a blanket that was special to them. And now...

I'll tell Janine's story first, since she is the oldest. She loved a white waffled blanket with satin binding around the edges. She loved that blanket and couldn't sleep without it. That particular blanket has been replaced a couple of times, but now she has even more blankets that she keeps in her bed. Unlike her siblings, and probably mostly because she is older, her blankets stay in her bed. However, she HAS TO HAVE at least one to sleep. Even on sleepovers, one blanket will go with her.

Sami still has her "yellow blankie", which is like Janine's, but yellow. And she calls is "yellow blankie". My mother had to rock her to sleep the entire weekend that she, at the age of 3, left yellow blankie at the preschool. Oh, she cried, and cried, and cried. She still takes yellow blankie in the car to school some mornings, although the blanket doesn't go into school with her anymore. Yes, I said anymore. For much of kindergarten and first grade, yellow blankie went to school each day, happily remaining in her back pack. It gave her peace of mind, so why fight it. Every night though we have to search for yellow blankie, because it travels around the house with her. Grrr.

Thomas chose one of his flannel swaddling blankets for his blankie. He loved it so. Unfortunately, his "gwankie" as he used to call it, completely fell apart and is now in pieces. He won't let me throw away the pieces, but he doesn't sleep with them anymore. Instead, he now sleeps with his blue blanket that is like Janine and Sami's. Gotta have the satin binding! Blue blankie travels around the house with Thomas, but doesn't leave the house. And unlike his siblings, Thomas can and does sleep without it. He leaves it somewhere, and sometimes we just can't find it.

So why am I talking about blankies? I had one too. I swiped the (pink of course) blanket off my bed. Of course it had satin binding. Mom replaced the binding many, many times. I called it "my rubbing" because I always rubbed my fingers on the binding as Sami does with yellow blankie. I kept my blanket until the tiny little hole that developed in it was big enough to stand in. I must have been 9 or 10 years old, because we lived in Wooster.

Anyway, the other day when I wasn't feeling great, Thomas offered me his blue blanket. I figured I would be cute and take it. I couldn't find it, however, so I took a different blanket from his bed. It has one side that is all satin. I napped with the blanket that day, and well, it's still in my bed. ;-)