An old friend found this picture of my mom and me the other day and shared it with me on Facebook. I'm fascinated with it! I've been thinking about (and writing about, some) this time period in my life quite a bit lately, so the timing was rather odd. I'm about Andrew's age in the picture, I think, based on the hair and the glasses. But what I can't get over is my mom in this picture! She was going through one of the toughest times in her own life when this picture was taken, but she doesn't show it. She's sassy--look at those hands on her hips--is it any wonder I stand that way a lot? And she's smiling, put together, and gorgeous! I don't tell her enough, but she has always impressed me with her strength and her stoicism and her ability to just do what needs to be done, regardless of her own needs or pain. She did that for us as kids, and she continues to do so now, for all of us. I've got a pretty kick-ass mom, and I hope I can do half as well.
My least favorite commercials right now are public service announcements discouraging the use of the word "gay" as derogatory comment. The commercials are killing me slowly. They aren't new, which I guess is why they're running during Scooby Doo and Tom and Jerry. Don't confuse my disgust with the medium as disgust with the message, because that's certainly not the case. My problem is that they run ad nauseum (no pun intended) on the Cartoon Network and some others of the boy's favorite networks. He's eight, so Tom and Jerry is certainly appropriate fare, and God knows he hears my potty mouth enough, so that's not really the point either. What he HAS never heard is the word "gay" used as a pejorative, so the context of Hillary Duff explaining why it was bad was completely lost on him. We had to have one of THOSE discussions to make sure he knew what the word really meant, why it wasn't a bad thing in any context, and who some of our nearest and dearest gay people are, because he'd never given it a second thought. He remembered that the biography of JFK that he was reading used the word in a different context, and we talked about that. All in all, a very teachable moment, so what's the problem? He now hears, "That's so gay," over and over in the course of the day, when he had never heard it before. Does that defeat the purpose? I'm wondering. The most ridiculous thing about the commercials is that they all feature GIRLS using the word, and female role models pointing out why it's bad. Hello, Ad Council! Girls aren't the ones using the word that way; it's the boys! How about the commercial with Victor Cruz talking to the teenage boys about throwing that word around? It doesn't exist, and it should, because that's where the problem is. Okay, rant over. Until the next time the commercial airs.
I like having discussions with people. I even like having arguments with people, sometimes, if they're respectful. The thing is, those people have to be smart people. They don't have to agree with me--it's better if they don't. The point of talking to people is to learn things, and I like to have things to talk about, even if the subject is one that pushes people's buttons or stretches their comfort zone, mine included! I like to know what makes people tick. Enough said. Smart people, engage me. Teach me, expand my horizons.
Does it make me selfish that I'm delighting in the fact that not only is today another day for me to fight off this plague, but that the boy's karate class is also cancelled because the schools are closed? I know, I know…I'm a terrible mom. But, see…tonight was supposed to be a belt test, and those make me very nervous. In my weakened and frail state, I'm not sure I could have handled the stress. The class being canceled gives the kid another week to practice, to go over his form, and for me to feel more confident that he'll get that purple belt I've been dying to see. (Orange is my least favorite color, sorry.) By next week, hopefully I will be feeling better and up to the strain and the stress. (Oh yeah, and one other thing…JMU Men's Basketball plays at Northeastern tonight, so instead of following the game on Twitter, I'll get to watch the video stream. But that's totally irrelevant!)
I need to read a book. I have stacks of them waiting, and one I'm in the middle of on my Nook. But I can't do that until I've caught up on every single season of every single television series that I've missed over the past three years. I have this Amazon Prime account that I need to milk for all its worth, for one thing, so I'm streaming away, but I've missed a lot of great things somehow! First it was two seasons of American Horror Story, then it was on to Downton Abbey. Once I caught up on those, it was on to Justified (I'm hooked), which I just might finish today, if I'm lucky. I need to watch Lost, or so I've been told, and I'm sure there are many others I should check out. Leave me some recommendations in the comments section, peeps. And it's just a matter of a few days now before The Walking Dead returns. I just might survive the winter! I can always read this summer, right?
Speaking of Justified, Timothy Olyphant, the actor who plays Raylan Givens, also starred in one of my former favorite shows, Deadwood. Which, daggone it, I now think I have to go back and watch again. Good thing he's easy on the eyes.