Friday, June 29, 2012

20 Things My Daughter Should Know: Part 2

I had so much fun with part one of Twenty Things My Daughter Should Know, that I decided to come back with twenty more. And seeing as I spent ten minutes this morning watching Ben run at the sliding glass door with a shoe box on his head, bounce off, laugh and do it all over again, it's clear that I'm no closer to understanding men and that his future advice blogs will still have to wait. But I digress.

So Layla, as soon as you can read this, here is Part 2 of some of the the things in life that I think you should know. Remember to please hold all questions until you are at least sixteen. Trust me, it will take me that long to figure out how to explain half of these things to you.

1. You can be anything you want to be. As long as that "thing" isn't a Kardashian.

2. If you let other people determine your self-worth, they will always lowball you. Be your own person, determine your own value and try (as much as you can) to ignore everyone else.

3. I said it before, but it bears repeating. Seriously, seriously, SERIOUSLY never wax your own eyebrows, unless you enjoy looking like a bald alien for the better part of a year.

4. Some choices in life are impossible, like picking a favorite child or deciding which one of the guys from Vampire Weekend is the cutest. Life isn't black and white and it's okay to not have all of the answers.

5. They say being beautiful opens doors, but being fearless kicks the doors down and sets the room on fire. I haven't quite figured out fearless yet, but you can break the cycle of letting fear hold you back.

6. A wise man once said, "Turns out not where, but who you're with that really matters". If you like the people who surround you, you will always be somewhere great. And yes, Mommy considers Dave Matthews a wise man.

7. Having a little faith never hurt anyone.

8. There's no such thing as too much color, too many crayons, too much fun, or too much glitter.

9. I've learned so much more from things being hard than I have from things being easy. Struggle makes you grow up and get your act together. Without it, we'd all still be living in our parent's basements.

10. Assumption is the lowest form of communication.

11. Sometimes, nothing beats a good cry. Get mad, be upset, let it all out...and then move on.

12. Don't forget to smile.

13. Girlfriends are nice, but in my opinion, guys make the best friends. They're more laid back, they don't care about what you're wearing, and they have a tendency to be more adventurous (for the most part). But beware of the completely unfair, ridiculously untrue reputation that tends to follow a girl with mostly guy friends...other girls who aren't cool enough to understand will spread lies. Which actually brings my point full circle: A guy friend wouldn't do that.

14. Like most things in life, Justin Beiber is just a phase. It too shall pass.

15. If you watch carefully, you'll find that The Sound of Music has the answers to all of life's major problems: Marriage, children, music, problematic nuns, baronesses, love, DIY curtain clothes, yodeling, Nazis...it has a solution for everything.

16. Making someone else feel bad about themselves in order to make you feel better about yourself doesn't work. It just makes you a jerk.

17. Money is nothing but paper. It shouldn't be what drives you in life.

18. Dance like no one's watching. But close the blinds, because someone's probably watching.

19. Big words mean nothing if they're not used in the right context. They just make you sound obnoxious and like you have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

20. No matter what you do or who you turn out to be, I will always love you. I can't make you many guarantees in life, but I can guarantee that with absolute certainty.

I love you. Now please help me scrape your brother off of the sliding glass door.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

You Can't Please Everyone, So You've Got To Please Yourself

Wow. What a week.

I've been writing this blog for over a year now and during that time I've received very few complaints and any criticism I've been given has been both constructive and helpful. Friends and strangers alike have been supportive and encouraging and not a single person has ever been nasty or condescending. I've suspected for awhile that hearing nothing but good things was far too good to last, but I didn't suspect the good train would derail over something as miniscule as a popular series of books.

I can write about boobs, I can write about poop, I can write about women's rights and how I'm sick of women being called fat for not being a size zero. I can write about Osama Bin Laden, Government bailouts, and which politicians I would kick in the junk, given the opportunity. I've written about all of these things and more and no one has so much as batted an eyelash. But when I write about not liking a pathetically written, plot-less book trilogy suddenly all hell breaks loose.

Exactly one week ago when I posted my "Fifty Shades Of Oy Vey blog, I honestly didn't think much of it. In fact, my only real concern at the time was offending my sister-in-law, because she has a book review blog and I didn't want her to think I treading on her turf, so to speak. When she assured me that she understood my blog was less a book review and more of a manifesto against the bad books of the world, I proceeded to post with her blessing. I figured this would be one of those blogs that was more about me getting something that was bugging me off of my chest and less about how many people would read it. In fact, I wrote it thinking I would honestly be surprised if anyone other than my regular readers (who I love, by the way) even read it at all. I had no idea that this would be the blog that would finally piss people off. But piss them off it did and not a person in the world seemed shy about sharing their opinions with me.

I've learned over the years that the world is full of crazy people and nowhere is this fact more true than on the internet. Crazies come out in full force when protected by the cloak of internet anonymity and a real nut job can be hidden behind that cutesy Twitter handle with a Hello Kitty profile picture. Believe me, I know, because all of the Hello Kitty-loving crackpots in the internet world were out to get me this last week.

Because of the fact that nothing pleases a crazy person more than you instantly defending yourself, I decided to let the worst of my haters stew over their comments for awhile (assuming, of course that they hadn't moved on to harass someone new) while I composed my own responses, on my own time, on my own blog where I can delete any comments I don't like, if I were so inclined (maniacal laugh, maniacal laugh). Therefore, the following is my list of my top 3 favorite nonconstructive comments and my response to said comments:

1) "You're a talentless c**t!" (Via Twitter)
First of all, I'd love to say "Back at ya", but unlike the person who left this comment (anonymously at that) I like my criticism to be a little more creative. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but if you're aiming at insulting me, it might help to do it in a way that doesn't make me laugh at your complete and total lack of originality. Secondly, I have a number of faults and questionable personality traits (most of which I share openly and proudly on this very blog) but if there is one thing I know I'm not, it's talentless. I will toot the hell out of my own horn when it comes to this blog, loudly and unapologeticly. Better yet, I have some amazing friends who will even toot it for me. I may never be as famous as E.L. James or ever get a book deal of my own, but if it means I'm not writing crap, I'm more than okay with it.

2) "I'm going to tell everyone I know to read this blog so they all know how terrible it is!" (Via Twitter)
Attention people of the world: If you're looking for a way to insult a writer, the words "I'm going to tell everyone I know to read this" are not going to do the trick. I want people to read what I write. It is, after all, the main reason I have a blog to begin with. In fact, I feel like I owe this particular crazy a big, steaming bowl of gratitude for this comment. Thank you for encouraging people to read my work! You're super awesome! By the way, I'd be remiss if I didn't point out that one of the main points of my '50 Shades' blog was that people love to read something controversial and people like the ones who left comments like this (yes, there were several) actually proved that point. If you really hated it, you wouldn't read it and you certainly wouldn't encourage anyone else to read it. Simple as that. As it is, the '50 Shades' blog is now my second most-viewed blog. So thanks again!

3) "You could live to be 100 and never write like E.L. James" (Via freelanced.com) 
That's the goal! I really couldn't agree more and thank you for putting it into words for me! Cheers!

The point of this blog is this: I've spent the better part of a year appreciating the praise and waiting in sweaty anticipation for the criticism. I figured the minute someone said something bad about my writing, no matter how much faith I have in it, I'd be so hurt that I'd instantly retreat to my car, blast Taylor Swift's "Mean"  and cry (now that I've admitted in writing that I might actually do this, this blog will self-destruct five seconds after you're done reading it). The real surprise was that I didn't feel like never blogging again just because some random internet idiot felt the need to defend these books with a few choice, mean words. I'd be a liar if I said this whole experience didn't make me wonder why people can't respect a simple difference of opinions, but for the most part these comments just made me laugh and roll my eyes. Maybe it's because the good words still outweigh the bad or because I have more faith in myself and my writing than I thought, but either way, it feels like a win.

I'm stronger than I thought I was and that, my friends, is a damn good feeling.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

The Dad I Never Had

On Father's Day, I always think about my dad. And this year is no exception.

Anyone who reads this blog on a regular basis might remember that my dad passed away last year and to say that we had a less than ideal relationship would be the understatement of the century. I've done a lot of thinking about him the last year and continue to wonder what's my fault, what's his fault and what is the fault of no one at all. I haven't reached any solid conclusions and doubt I ever really will since the person I need the answers from isn't around to answer any questions. But as I come to terms with the loss of the person I never really had, I've begun to realize that the dad I've always wanted has been standing right in front of me for years. 

I remember clearly the moment in my relationship with Josh when I crossed a monumental line, never to return. We were still only dating at the time, but had volunteered to take my nephew (then only about a year old) to our friend's child's birthday party. I sat watching Josh play with the kids and thought to myself "Man, he's going to be a great dad". It was actually a pretty scary thought back then, because he was just a guy I was dating, though retrospectively I like to think that I knew then that he was going to be more than that. And even all those years ago, I knew that my-then-future-husband would be a great dad because he learned from the best.

 It's true that you don't get to pick your family, and probably even more true that you don't get to pick your in-laws, but let me tell you that I seriously lucked out. In fairness, I love both of my in-laws, but being Father's Day, I want to focus on how much I love my father-in-law.

My father-in-law is the definition of a great man in every way possible. He's out-of-this-world intelligent, kind, honest, generous, open-minded and fair. As if that wasn't good enough, he's always been one of the most grateful people I know; He's grateful for his family, friends and his life in general. Talk about a guy who always has his priorities straight! He's a man of faith, strength and conviction. Best of all,  he's always made me feel like his daughter (no "in-law" about it), even when I wasn't technically part of the family yet. My kids love him, my nieces and nephews love him, even random kids that just happen to pass him in the park love him.  Maybe it's because they can sense that he's the grandpa that will offer ice cream and to push them on the swings and will almost never say no, but I've always believed that kids are the best judge of character and can see people for who they really are, and that's why they love him.

Because I had such a dramatically different relationship with my dad, I'm constantly reminding Josh how lucky he is to have such a great dad. He and his dad are very close and he really doesn't need much reminding, but I always feel the need to talk up my father-in-law nevertheless. I think there are men who grow up to be wonderful fathers because they don't want their children to miss out on their dads or suffer because of them, and I would definitely put my own brother in that category. Then there are men who grow up to be wonderful fathers because they grew up with a man who showed them the right way and therefore don't know any other way to be with their own children, like Josh. Those guys are the lucky ones.

Josh never had to fight for his father's love or wonder why that love loomed forever just out of his reach, and in a way, I will always envy him for that. A real dad knows that parenthood isn't just a responsibility or an obligation. It's a privilege. Your kids bring joy to your life in a way that nothing else or no one else in the world ever can. It's an honor to be a parent, and one that should never be taken lightly. My father-in-law understands this and it shows in the love he has for all of this children, even me.

I may not have grown up with the father I always wanted, but I have him now.

Happy Father's Day.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

50 Shades Of Oy Vey

I have an issue. A big one.

As I've mentioned before I'm an avid reader and as a general rule of thumb, I think reading is a great way to spend your time, whether you're reading ESPN magazine or Charles Dickens. I've always believed reading expands your mind and improves your vocabulary in such a drastic way that it really doesn't matter what you're reading as long as you're reading something.

That is, until now.

For months I'd been hearing about the "Fifty Shades" trilogy. Written by an unknown mother-of-two, it became an instant sensation subsequently making the New York Times Bestseller List its bitch in practically no time at all after being released. Everyone from Ellen Degeneres to the moms at the school drop-off were talking about the books. Raving about them, actually. Everyone said they were dark, they were sexy, and they would leave the reader utterly captivated.

Everyone was wrong.

A few weeks ago when Josh gave me the trilogy for Mother's Day and I practically did back-flips across my living room out of sheer joy and excitement. Finally! The books I'd heard so much about! I dove into them immediately, with what I have to admit was the highest of expectations. Sure the hype surrounding the books was a big factor, but even more so was the fact they were written by someone completely unknown, and a stay-at-home mom of two at that. So right off the bat, I felt a certain sense of "Solidarity, sister!" and more than a little hopeful that if this woman could do it then hey, maybe I could too. And then I had to ruin it by actually reading the books.

I'm neither talented nor patient enough to sit here and give you all an actual review of the combined 1,600+ pages of these books, but here's my four sentence synopsis. The books follow the tumultuous relationship between Anastasia Steele, a character so grating and annoying she makes Bella what's-her-face from the 'Twilight' series come off like the Dali Lama, and Christian Grey, a controlling, domineering psychopath gazillionaire whose traumatic childhood is supposed to serve as a plausible excuse for an addiction to S&M. It's the classic "boy meets girl, boy wants to do kinky things, but girl is so amazing that boy decides to change his whole whips and chains lifestyle to accommodate her". It's extremely heavy on the sex, extremely light on plot, and basically reads like a rejected scrip for a Lifetime made-for-TV movie. It's unrealistic in every sense of the word and equal parts cheesy and gag-worthy (for instance, I am in no way a prude, but I honestly could have gone my whole life without knowing what an anal plug was...Yowza) and frankly not worth the paper they're printed on.

I know that sounds harsh and makes me sound like a real bonafide literary douche bag, so I feel like now would be a good time to confess to you guys that under ordinary circumstances, I absolutely love chick lit. My love for the genre is my dirty little secret and there's nothing more I love on a stressful day than a fun, easy read to take me away to another world. What I'm trying to say here is, despite what you're about to read, I am by no means a book snob. The problem is, these particular books aren't fun, the characters are so unrealistic and two-dimensional that it makes reading about them feel like a chore, and whatever place the writer is trying to take me to is a place I don't think I really want to go. And as much as I want to maintain my feeling of solidarity with a fellow writer mom and applaud her success, I've found that I just can't. And the reason that I can't is because I'm baffled about why these books are so successful in the first place.

Allow me, if you will, to climb back up on my soapbox for a minute. After reading these books, I was retrospectively amazed that they were written by a woman, and a mother at that, as opposed to a horny eighth grade boy. The writing is cringe-worthy, unless you happen to love reading the phrases "sultry grey eyes" or "looked up at him through my lashes" over and over again, in which case, read these books, please, because you will probably love them and forever hate that random raving domestic diva lunatic who wouldn't even use them for kindle in her fireplace. However, if you're willing to bear with me for a minute, I feel like I have some good reasons behind disliking these books.

First and foremost, let's take a minute to be honest here. These books are popular because they "push the envelope" and this might be my biggest issue of all. I'm all for testing your boundaries, challenging yourself, and making the world notice you because you don't do everything like everyone else. I'm just tired of seeing the envelope pushed in what I feel is the wrong direction. In other words, I'm tired of the shock value. I'm sick of people being famous for being controversial, loud-mouthed or just plain ridiculous (Snooki, anyone?!). I can tell you why these books are so famous in three letters: S-E-X. That's it. They're not popular because they are well-written, they're not popular because they will make you think about the world in a way you never have before, they're popular because every five pages there's a long, drawn out, descriptive sex scene. Basically, it's book porn and I personally thought the sex factor got old fast, but from what I've heard, it's precisely that factor that made most people keep coming back for more. It's the old adage that sex sells and it must be true since all three books continue to dominate (no pun intended) the top three positions on the New York Times Best seller list for fourteen consecutive weeks, which in my humble opinion just proves that sex, controversy, and our addiction to peeking into other people's lives via reality TV are the ingredients for making millions.

Secondly, these books light the fire under countless improbable myths about relationships. The books are a "will they/won't they" emotional roller coaster filled with drama from beginning to end. I repeatedly wanted to reach through the books and slap the characters (though probably not in the way they would have wanted, if you catch my drift) because I want to know where the law is that relationships have to be dramatic. They don't. I am by no means a relationship expert, but I do know that you don't have to get over a big, dramatic hurdle in order to have a successful relationship. What's worse is that these two characters are in no way compatible with one another, but along comes the contemptible Anastasia Steele who decides that if she doesn't like this guy the way he is, she will simply change him. And she does so successfully. HELLO! Red flag, anyone? Rule number one of relationships is the same thing I tell my kids when I make them broccoli for dinner: "You get what you get and you don't get upset". Here in reality, there is no magically changing someone. You either love people for who they are or you move on. These books further contribute to the Disney Princess inspired/Meg Ryan movie ideals of what a relationship "should" be like and our collective misconstrued perceptions are probably why most relationships don't work out in the first place.There is no "should". There are happy relationships but no magical "happily ever after" and certainly no Christian Grey coming to rescue you from your woes in his own personal helicopter. Sorry kids, it just doesn't work that way. These books facilitate so many nonsensical beliefs that I'd suggest they be banned, if only they wouldn't be joining the ranks of actual brilliant works like "To Kill A Mockingbird" or "Catcher In The Rye" and thereby be placed on a literary pedestal until the end of time. And believe me when I say that is the absolute last thing I want to see happen to these books.

By now you might be thinking that I'm reading entirely too much into what are supposed to be fun books and I will admit that you're probably right. It's not like someone held a gun to my head to read them, so maybe I should just sit back with the rest of the world and accept whatever garbage is slung my way because at least people are still making an effort to write books. But maybe I shouldn't. And maybe you shouldn't either. Maybe we should consider raising our standards. Maybe it's time to push the envelope in the right direction for a change.

Until then..."Laters, baby"...

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Plan B

Here's the thing: I really want to be a writer. When it all boils down to it, I don't care if it's writing for SNL or writing a book that no one ever reads and eventually uses exclusively as a door stop, I just want to write. I hope someone somewhere has a pleasant experience reading what I write, but even if they don't, I'll be doing this way past the point of the world begging me to stop.

That being said, the road to success is paved with speed bumps, dead ends, and being pulled over for speeding around every corner. In my short life as a blogger I've discovered that I either have too much experience for a project or, more likely, too little experience for a bigger, better project and it's usually the latter that I really want to do (which is why I'm currently seething in jealousy as James Franco gets to write blogs for the Huffington Post. Come on, dude! You already have a job!). Coupled with my paper-thin self-esteem and tendency to feel sorry for myself at the drop of a hat, I've come to realize that all this "paying my dues" business really, really sucks. The rejection alone is enough to drive a sane person insane and reduce a person who already dabbles in insanity into a shaking, obsessive-compulsive mess. I am determined to overcome the rejection (I mean hey, if I can overcome being rejected by 90% of the guys in my high school, I can certainly overcome this) but in the meantime, I'm a firm believer in remaining proactive. And to me, proactive means a back-up plan.

But now this issue is, what to do with an English degree if you're not writing? The logical choice would be to fall back on the good old theory that those who cannot do teach. But what about those of us who aren't logical, but instead remain illogical, delusional, or just plain crazy? What are our options? I've spent a lot of time pondering this and like most reasonable solutions to career problems, mine came to me in a dream.

As much as I love to write, I love to read and I've always believed that those loves go hand-in-hand. Reading has made me a better writer and I've been inspired by Augusten Burroughs, Wally Lamb, Jennifer Weiner and everyone in between. There's nothing I love more than curling up in a comfortable chair with a good book and a glass of wine, which has to be why my subconscious gently nudged me to a solution so simple, I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner. 

I had a dream that I opened up a combination library and bar. If it sounds like a really sexy idea to you, please feel free to take a second to pump the brakes. The image in my mind is more "sitting in worn leather chairs discussing the merits of Joyce Carol Oates over tumblers of whiskey" and less "frat boys doing shots of vodka out of some drunk girl's belly button". The servers would be actual librarians who could tell you which wine would pair well with the book you're reading. And because I don't want it to come across as too pretentious and there's nothing I love more in the world that a good pun, my library bar would have an awesome pun-tastic name. In my dream I couldn't decide between "Tequila Mockingbird" and "Girls Gone Oscar Wilde", but I think either way I have a winner. It will be both sophisticated and fun, a place where book nerds like me can unite with fellow book nerds and have a good time. It will be like one giant, fun book club meeting. It will be legandary.

Okay, so maybe it's not the most practical plan b but at this particular moment in my life, funding and operating something that doesn't even exist anywhere sounds a hell of a lot easier than becoming a published writer, and more fun too.

By the way, subscribers to this blog will drink free. And James Franco is not invited.