Tuesday, July 28, 2015

The Lion, The Witch and The (NSFW) Wardrobe

Another week, another drama-fest, another outrageous dilemma.

A beloved lion was murdered, a "trusted provider of reproductive health care" was caught selling aborted fetal tissue, and a 17 year old girl wore a shirt promoting a sexual act.

And the internet lost it's shit. I, on the other hand, made some popcorn and watched the debates begin. I've always enjoyed a good debate. I find them relaxing. Seeing people completely irate at the different opinions that others have over something that has absolutely no impact on their lives gives me a sense of gratitude.

Like any respectful spectator, I've learned to distinguish the appropriate time to dip my toe into the mud. I assure you, dear reader, that I am not attempting to start a fight. I am merely stating my opinion, which isn't any better or worse or right or wrong. You can call it stirring the pot if you'd like.

The Lion
Cecil was a beloved 13 year old lion with a beautiful black mane who lived in the quaint Hwange National Park in Zimbabwe. Until one gruesome day in July, the gentle giant was lured from his home into unprotected territory and shot. Wounded, the animal managed to evade the murder hungry men until they finally caught him, shot him and beheaded him. All in the name of sport.

Damn. That was intense. I should have been a journalist. Is Fox News hiring?

Alright, before I get carried way (too late?), I just want to state a few things for the record:
1) I support hunting.
2) I do not support game hunting, in which the only purpose is to kill an animal. Real hunting is the killing of an animal in order to use it for survival.

Let's take a little test. Let's say that instead of a lion, Cecil was a cow. Yep. Your regular black and white Holstein dairy cow. Let's say Cecil the Cow was lured off the farm land, shot and beheaded, all in the name of sport.

Do you feel differently? If the answer is yes, then you need to leave and all of your opinions about said lion are hereby null and void.

There is a lot of debate about ethics with this one. Was the kill illegal? Did the owner of the land on which Cecil was killed give permission for the hunt to occur? Dr. Walter J. Palmer, the man who killed Cecil, is blaming ignorance and stating he "had no idea that the lion [he] took was a known, local favorite, was collared and part of a study until the end of the hunt" and that he "relied on the expertise of my local professional guides to ensure a legal hunt.”

On one side, conservation groups are outraged that exotic animals can be hunted for sport if given the right price. Dr. Palmer is a known game hunter who has had brushes with the law over illegal hunting practices.

On the other side, hunting advocates argue that the money these big game hunters pay go back to protecting endangered species. These groups are not condoning illegal hunting, of course, focusing on the hunt being handled "responsibly."

Personally, I'm not sure I understand the concept of accepting money to protect endangered species from the same people that want to kill them for fun. Okay, maybe they don't kill endangered species. That's not the part that bothers me. What bothers me is the hunting, tracking and killing of an animal for fun. Isn't killing something for the sheer joy of it a sign of mental illness?

Legal or not, I don't like it. I don't like the act of hunting for sport. When big game hunters book trips like the one Palmer was on, it is the responsibility of the guide to know the rules and regulations. Can you image if some rich bastard paid that much money and didn't get to shoot a lion? I bet the hunter would be upset. As a guide, you'd probably do whatever you could to ensure your customer was happy. Not to say that's what happened in this case...

It is also common practice to bait the animal just to shoot it. Honestly. That's not hunting. That's killing. If you're alone in the woods and starving or you need the hide or meat to survive, then yes, you do what you have to do. If you simply want to take your picture with a dead beast to make yourself feel like king of the foodchain, then I hope there is a special place in hell for you.

I think it's a complete waste and I don't understand it. The backlash that Dr. Palmer has received has been enormous. The names and words being thrown at him from all angles is harsh, to say the least. There is a memorial of stuffed lions outside his now closed business. His business was abruptly closed, meaning his means of making a living has been cut off. He has a wife and two children that he can no longer support. Of course, this is the same man that paid $54,000 to kill a lion. So yeah, it's a little hard to feel sorry for him.

Do I think he should face charges? No, actually, as long as the hunt was legal. Even if it wasn't, unless it is proven without a doubt that Palmer knew the kill would be illegal, there is no way to prosecute him. What I do hope is that big game hunting can stop altogether. Yes, I understand that the money can fund protection for endangered species. Find another way. There is always another way.

The Witch
Just when you thought the abortion debate couldn't get any more political, Planned Parenthood gets accused of selling aborted fetal tissues on the black market.

Yep. I'll just take a brief pause to let those images and shock factor sink into your mushy brain.

In case you missed it, let's rewind a little bit.

The Center for Medical Progress uploaded a video to YouTube with the title "Planned Parenthood Uses Partial-Birth Abortions to Sell Baby Parts." In this video, investigators posed as a Fetal Tissue Procurement Company and met with the Senior Director of Medical Services for Planned Parenthood. The video firsts showcases them... wait... you know what? Just watch it yourself here.

First, let's talk about the source. The Center for Medical Progress is a "group of citizen journalists" with concerns about "contemporary bioethical issues." Or, in blatant terms, a group of people acting as journalists that "investigate" things they either don't agree with or understand. I have no doubt they are intelligent people. So intelligent, actually, that they have the power to spin their good will any way they want.

Next, let's talk about this video. Applause. Wow. Bravo. Here is the fucking Academy Award. The drama portrayed in the almost 9 minutes through the flashbacks and music is just.. wow. However, I did notice that it was actually just a conversation. Not the most riveting lunch conversation as I'm not sure how well talking about body parts goes with a Cesar salad, but a conversation nonetheless.

The Dr. in the video believes she is talking to people interested in fetal tissue procurement. She explains to them how an abortion can be done to ensure all the most wanted organs come out unscathed. Again, a cringe worthy topic of conversation, but she's also a dr. who does abortions. She knows these things. She is offering information. I find it interesting that they don't provide or record any information on how the meeting was set up. Did they contact her and say "Hey! We want to buy fetal tissue from you. Let's do lunch?" Or was it more like "We have questions about this practice and would like your take on it."

The Dr. then talks about procuring what she needed according to a list she had. She does not specifically say that what she is procuring is for sale. It is legal to donate fetal tissue after an abortion. She then mentions working directly with StemExpress but that the legal team and organization decided against it for the time being since it was such a hot issue. Just to let you know, StemExpress supplies human tissues for research. They don't buy and sell body parts. For example, if someone donates the fetal tissue of the child they aborted because it had medical problems and wouldn't survive, that tissue can go to StemExpress. 

Not once in the video do they ask "Can we buy baby parts from you?" nor does she say "Yeah, I sold this many baby parts for this much money and I'll cut you a deal."

They have a conversation about the practices that, unfortunately, do happen out there. Or maybe it was all about tissue donation. Everything was eluded to but nothing was specifically stated.

One interesting thing I noticed, according to the date and time stamp in the bottom left corner, this was taken a year ago. If this organization that is so desperately passionate about medical ethics had this juicy of a whistle, why blow it a year later?

Two words: Presidential Campaign. Yep. This is all political, my friends. You didn't catch that the Republican contenders jumped on this right away? Yeah, they're quick little buggers like that. This, my friends, is one giant political circus stunt, aimed at causing you to oooh and ahhh at the trapeze artists above your heads so you won't notice the stage changes happening on the floor.

Not only that, but they uploaded the video to YouTube. The didn't contact CNN or law enforcement. They uploaded a year old, heavily edited video to a video-sharing website. So much for that dedication to reporting, huh.

Oooh, on an interesting side note, if you don't think this video is heavily edited, pay attention to the time stamps I pointed out earlier. Around the 7:17 mark, something brilliant happens.

What do I think needs to happen? I think there needs to be an investigation. I think Planned Parenthood should be investigated to make sure they aren't, in fact, selling baby parts as the video so hellishly states at the end. I think we need to start talking about fetal tissue donation and research on human tissues. I think we need to seize this opportunity to talk about abortion and how it's not all the same and how the government shouldn't be involved in my uterus.

But first, we need to unwad our silk panties and use the brains that evolution gave us...

The (NSFW) Wardrobe
Ah, the Kardashian/Jenner clan. Such a favorite of mine. As someone that likes to sarcastially state their opinion on all things socially and politically enticing, this band of only-good-for-reality-TV is a goldmine.

This week it was little Kylie Jenner who caused a ruckus. Oh, and her big sis Khloe had an amazing pictorial spread and interview with Complex. Check it out.

Still, despite Khloe's oiled to perfection glutes, Kylie - or rather, Kylie's sexual tension - stole the show.

There she was, all 17 underage bliss, posing with a fishnet shirt draped over her displaying the words "Eat-Me-Out."

Screeeeeeeech! Yep. That was the internet coming to a jaw dropping halt. I can only assume it was like driving my a car accident in where you verbally express hope that everyone is okay but internally hope, for some morbid reason, to witness some carnage.

Oh, we saw it Kylie. And we did not like it.

Because if there's anyone that America loves to hate, it's a reality TV star.

Ugh, okay. Let's take a step back. For one second, let's pretend that there aren't people out there whose sole goal in life is to hate on people. Honestly, she could have been wearing a garbage bag and the criticism would have been the same.

The first problem the internet has with her attire is that she's 17. Only 17, a wee little lamb and much too innocent to know of such things. This is bull. She is 17, the proper age for sexual curiosity and exposure. And yes, this is coming from a Midwestern housewife with two daughters. If I can wrap my pretty little head around it, so can you. Teenagers have sex. They explore. Are you seriously trying to tell me that you never tried the lick and dip before graduating college?

But there are laws! She is a minor! Yes. And she wore a shirt. A shirt. She was not performing any act other than the art of egotistical selfies.

Okay, but as one person in Twitter said, money clearly can't buy class. Yes, because she is rich and was raised in a posh environment, she should be held to higher standards than the rest of us peasants. Do I really have to go farther on why this statement is absurd?

Or, my favorite, the lack of parental love and supervision. Now this one I can understand. I mean, her mother let her dress herself. She's letting her live her own life, make her own mistakes, stake her own ground as the person she is and letting her face those consequences. Let's just call the CPS and get that taken care of right now. As a parent, I will be the first to get up in someone's face and let them know they have no rights to judge another parent's ability to raise a child, much less a teenager. Would my mom have let me wear something like that when I was 17? Hell no! Would that have stopped me from shoving it in my bag and changing the second I was out of the driveway? Ha!

Bottom line, if you're biggest concern this week was Kylie Jenner's sexual innuendo, you need to do some soul searching. Unplug for a minute, read an actual book, strike up a conversation with a stranger or help out at a soup kitchen. There are much more important things out there than what some teenager is wearing on the internet.

And if you can't say anything nice, then shut the hell up. Think it in your head with a scowl on your face like the rest of us. Or tell it to your therapist. They get paid to care.


Whew. Well, I feel better. Until next time, hats off to another fantastic week. Can't wait to see what us humans can conjure up with the internet next. Whatever it is, you can sleep sound knowing that I'll have an opinion laced with satirical humor to keep you in check.




 


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Friday, July 10, 2015

My Take on DonutGate

I'm confused.

Okay, probably not the most earth shattering statement. I get confused about a lot of things. But Donut Gate? I'm not sure I can fully comprehend it.

Like most unnecessary and obscure "news" worthy stories, this one just wouldn't go away. I tried to ignore it. I really did. Alas, it kept popping up, especially after Ariana Grande saw the free press-a-palooza that it was becoming and issued an apology. And then a second apology. Turns out any attention really is good attention.

Anyway, here's a recap of what Donut Gate looks like to a 30 year old Midwestern housewife who uses the term "kids these days."

Before researching:
Ariana Grande licked some donuts then kissed her boyfriend before dropping the F-bomb and saying she hates America. The internet blew up. She issued a written apology, but it wasn't good enough, so she released a video apology. Just so we could actually see how truly sorry she is. {Insert eye roll here.}

You can understand why I'm confused.

During researching:
I started with watching the actual security footage from the donut shop.

(P.S - If you type in donut to Google, the search results are chock full of Ariana Grande. This would be highly annoying to someone, say, searching for that perfect donut recipe.)

Thoughts upon watching the video:

- What is she doing in a donut shop? Does she like donuts and actually eats them? Because I've seen her on Good Morning America and honestly, not sure she eats anything. If she is there for an actual donut, awesome! Eat three for me.

- Oh, she licked the donut. She simply did what all of us watching the video actually thought about doing. Why did she lick the donut? Because they're fucking delicious! Don't try lie and say you don't tongue the frosting off your donut before shoving the entire thing into your mouth. Just me? Awkward....

- Her "boyfriend" seems like a d-bag. Seriously. Watch the video again and his body language. One, he's a bad influence and two, he wouldn't even give her a proper kiss. AFTER SHE LICKED A DONUT. If a guy won't kiss you when you have donut breath, when will he kiss you?

- She dropped the F-bomb. Cool. I do that multiple times a day. In fact, I yell that exact "What the fuck is that?" multiple times a day. I just wish it was about donuts...

- "I hate Americans. I hate America." Okay. That was out of left field. Why would she say that? Is she hangry because she only got to lick the donuts and not devour them? I would be. Totally get it if that's the case. I feel like I'm missing some context here.

Okay, so I understand why this video would cause a stir. Slightly gross to go around licking random donuts. And she hates America. Yeah, I could see the problem, but it doesn't warrant 3 days of news coverage. I don't understand how people connected her anti-patriotic statements to fat-shaming, either.

The First Apology:
 - It was released the following day. Like they knew it would cause a controversy. Conspiracy theory, anyone?

- She begins by saying how proud she is to be an American and how much she loves her country.

- She goes on to talk about the food industry, child obesity and making healthy eating choices. Not completely buying this. She was in a donut shop. Which is fine. She can eat (or lick) a donut if she really wants to.

- She admits to being hangry and that her words were taken out of context.

- All around, it's a disorganized and shitty apology. No wonder it caused some more outrage. Good thing she was prepared to do a second, video apology. Yep. Free press.

The Second Apology:
I was going to try analyze this video apology in a step-by-step process, but after one entire minute in (it's 4 minutes long. Honestly, who needs 4 minutes to apologize for licking a donut?), I decided it's best to turn it into a drinking game.

Each time she says "Apologize" - take a shot
Each time she says "I feel like" - double shot
Each time she says "Actually" - finish your drink
Each time she mentions her "puffy face" - chug a beer
Each time she pauses for dramatic effect - start drinking until she starts talking again

Now that you are sufficiently shit faced, try recall why the hell you watched that video in the first place and why you even cared.

Favorite line: "That's how we grow." 

Conclusion:

WHY IS THIS A NEWS STORY? WHY DO WE CARE?

Ugh. Stop the insanity. She licked a donut. She didn't snort a line of coke off the back of a toilet. Let's keep our perspective people.

What makes this worse, and a continuing news story on my feed, is that now the police are investigating. Which is good, because I was beginning to think our society would walk away with only a single shred of decency left. It's comforting to know that we're sacrificing that, too.

I've sufficiently wasted enough of my time on this. And I'm still confused.


Thursday, July 9, 2015

The Hairy Banana Debacle

Parenting is hard.

It's a known fact, one of the most secure truths in life, next to death and taxes. It doesn't matter if you have one kid, ten kids or no kids. It's fucking hard.

I was reminded of this again today. It all started with a banana.

There I was, minding my own business, eating the nutritious lunch I'd prepared with the kids, when a yellow orb flew by my face and hit the floor.

Time stopped. Everyone held their breath. The gears usually going a thousand miles an hour in my head ground to a halt.

I looked at my son, the one guilty of chucking the perfectly good banana onto the floor, but he seemed unfazed by the sudden shift around him. I picked up the banana and held it out to him, and in my most calm of irritated mother voices I could muster, asked him:

"Why did you throw the banana on the floor?"

He looked at me with the most innocently arrogant blue eyes I'd ever seen. I was hoping for a response along the lines of "Oops, dropped that. Thanks, Mom." or "I thought that would be funny. Don't worry, I'll eat it now." Instead, I receieved:

"It had a hair on it."

Breathe in, breath out. Count. One. Two Three. Four. Breathe in, breathe out.

Suddenly, I realized that I was raising a spoiled brat. Worse, an ungrateful spoiled brat. Nu-uh. Nope. This is definitely not going to fly.

I *calmly* explained how throwing the banana on the floor was the wrong action. He wasn't into listening however, being 6 years old now and suddenly thinking he's magically moved up the ranks. I kept talking, explaining how some kids don't get bananas and that he needs to be grateful for every piece of food he gets.

Apparently he heard me say that Santa Claus had died because he screamed. Time out it is then. I thought for sure that would help, since it usually does.

Nope. After an extra 5 minutes of whining and crying, he finally sat through his time out quietly. After, I had him explain to me why he was in one, and he did, completely. I told him he could now eat his lunch and turned my back.

Score one for the parent. That was a lot easier than -

*Countdown to detonation in 3... 2... 1...*

Turns out his sister touched a half of his sandwich, so he didn't want to eat that either. And his apples were yucky now because I made him sit in a time out. I just nodded at all of this, letting him know that it's his choice if he wants to eat the food in front of him or not. Thinking he was getting the upper hand, he demanded (no, not asked) for more apples.

"Nope."

Ka-Boom!

Not since Chernobyl has there been a meltdown of such epic proportions.

Somehow, I retained my calm demeanor and explained that the food he was given is perfectly good and that I will not cater to him nor tolerate his ungrateful attitude. He can eat what he was given or be hungry.

So he asked for milk.

And I obliged.

Ka-Blam!

Turns out the milk was gross because I "don't wash the dishes good enough." {That's a direct quote, my friends. Yeah, parenting is super sucky sometimes.}

That was my tipping point. I sent him to his room. How I managed to remain calm during this entire episode is the real feat of this story. Don't worry, I'll get my reward later in the form of wine and chocolate and comfortable sweat pants.

So what do we do now? The time out didn't work. He's hungry, but I'm standing my ground and not giving him anymore food. He did ask for a freezy pop and I said no, explaining that he doesn't get anything else until he learns to appreciate what he has. And we're not going to the library today. I told him that only thankful kids get to do fun things like that. I'm not going to be carting him around everywhere if that's the way he decides to treat me.

After all, I'm his mother. Not his personal assistant. I'm the parent and I make the rules.

And he's 6 and simply doesn't care.

Ugh.

This is the point where the fear sets in. That fear that no matter what I do, no matter what I attempt to teach my son, that he will end up hating me for things like this. He will only remember being in trouble and won't remember why. He won't learn his lessons and will simply learn that I am mean.

It's not that I expect him to immediately understand and become altruistic. I don't expect him to understand that we have to pay for these things and we have to work to get paid. I don't expect him to comprehend worldwide hunger and that not everyone has the "luxuries" he does. To him, he is 6 and this is his life. His world is small and I want him to enjoy it.

But I also want him to be thankful and grateful and not expect it to be given just because he wants it. Consider it a small wish. I was ungrateful at that age, too, but somewhere along the lines I learned what it meant to be thankful and content with what I have. I somehow managed to look at what others had and realized that I was just as happy without it.

There is such a delicate line when teaching little ones about the troubles and horrors of the world without hardening their innocent little hearts. I could show him a documentary on homelessness, children starving all over the world, not having clean drinking water or clothes and not being able to go to school. But what good would it do? I don't want him to be sad, I want him to be grateful.

It's one of those moments I call a parenting fail. I'm raising a spoiled brat, and I hate it. The good news is that I can stop it. I can start the process of teaching him to be grateful, to appreciate what he does have and to never expect anything he hasn't earned.

I don't care if he's only 6. I'm going to start today. I thought I was doing this all along, but clearly my methods need some strong adjusting.

Parenting. It's hard. It drains your mind, body and soul on a daily basis. It really is a thankless task. My only hope is that one day, he will understand. One day he will appreciate the small things in life and be content.

And hopefully one day, he will love me for loving him.