Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Wednesday's Woman: Girls Can Do Math


Today’s guest blogger has a passion for running and is a refreshing voice for gender equality.  Beth at run +travel writes:

We're all runners (boys and girls alike). We speak a common language. We share inside jokes. We have the same urge to run. I look forward to sharing the road (and trails) with you.

Join Beth on her journey at run + travel, like her on Facebook and follow her on Twitter.

Thank you, Beth!


Girls Can Do Math
by Beth

Let's rewind about 20 years. I'm sitting in a high school algebra classroom, and a teacher is walking up and down the rows of desks, handing back midterm exams. I am anxious. I know I didn't do well. Still, the big red 2 and 7 on the top of my paper is a rude awakening. Nearly three quarters of my answers are WRONG. (Random guessing would have been more efficient and more successful.)

A knot forms in the pit of my stomach, and I wonder whether or not it matters that I don't understand algebra. Maybe I'll become a famous painter, and algebra won't make a lick of difference in my life. Still, artistic career plan or not, this failure feels abysmal.

At this point, many (most) teachers would throw in the towel, write me off as a loss, and drop me down to a lower track math class the following year. (Some would not wait the year. I’d be demoted mid-stream.) After all, 27% is a completely, incomprehensibly low grade that implied I was not doing the homework, didn't it?

My math teacher, however, did not write me off as a loss.

In fact, Mrs. V., as she was known to her students, became my exceptionally talented and dedicated mentor. After the train wreck of a midterm exam, Mrs. V pulled me aside to let me know that one bad midterm would not ruin my math career (famous foreshadowing words), and that, with hard work and concentration, I would have opportunities to improve my grade.

Mrs. V. understood that students have different learning styles, so she taught every lesson three ways: the theoretical approach, the visual one (bringing charts, graphs, and what we now know of as "visualization tools," into her 1990s classroom), and what we jokingly referred to as the "brute force" approach. (Read: If you can't solve the equation using theory or a graph, plug in numbers until you find a solution that fits!)

Mrs. V. also understood that many heads are often better than one. She encouraged students to work in teams and help one another understand the concepts. She was wise enough to explain concepts clearly, but humble enough to know that sometimes a second or third teacher – even if it was another student – might illuminate subjects in a way that one alone could not.

With her ceaseless efforts, algebra (finally) started to make sense. Once the visual cues clicked for me, the theoretical underpinnings of the math problems fell into place. I passed algebra and progressed to Algebra II, and then on to advanced Calculus.

At a time when the book Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus was at the top of bestseller lists, suggesting with "science" (*cough*) that women were "good" communicators, and men were "good" in the sciences, Mrs. V. saw promise in her students - boys and girls alike. At a time when Mattel pandered to every horrible gender stereotype by releasing a talking Barbie doll who said "Math is tough!" my teacher proved that girls could do calculus, do it well, and make it look easy.

I am now a demographer and statistician, thanks in no small part to the effort of a woman who didn't believe "math is tough," and who wouldn't let her students accept that defeatism either.



This is not Mrs V., however Beth supplied this photo of Mary Blade to accompany her story.  It is fitting and very timely for Women's History Month.  





WEDNESDAY'S WOMAN IS A WEEKLY FEATURE DEDICATED TO SPOTLIGHTING WOMEN WHO ARE ROLE MODELS FOR OUR DAUGHTERS. . . AND THE WORLD.



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Sunday, March 24, 2013

Steubenville Can Be Prevented



It was mid-December when I first heard about the horrific gang rape of an unconscious high school female.  She was repeatedly sexually assaulted by drunken, egomaniacal, high school football players that she knew in Steubenville, Ohio.  In her lifeless state, she was dragged from party to party where many witnesses, including adults, did nothing to stop the assaults.  Some involved posted their crimes on social media and thankfully someone saw it.  Even though the female prosecutor in Steubenville told the victim not to press charges because it would cause her more trouble than she needed, the organization Anonymous ran with the story.  Recently, two of the perpetrators were brought to justice but not without retaliation on Facebook towards the victim.

When I first heard about Steubenville, I could not bring myself to write about it. It was too close to home for me.  I grew up very close to Steubenville, in a small, Rust Belt, Ohio town that put football players on a pedestal.  When I was in high school I got drunk one night and was taken advantage of by a football player while another football player stood by and did nothing.  The entire school found out about it.  My reputation from then on was diminished.  I felt shame.  I felt I was at fault.

Several years later in my adult life, that football player admitted his wrong-doing and apologized to me.  Yet, to this day, I struggle with the though of how I could have prevented it.  

Even though my situation was different than that of the victim in Steubenville, I feel for her.  I know a bit of that pain, alienation, and shame.  

I know the anger and I am angry for her.  Angry at the Steubenville community.  Angry at the kids who stood by and allowed it to happen.  Angry at the adults who supplied alcohol and/or did nothing to stop the partying.

I am also afraid.  Afraid for a society that continues to blame the victim, claiming she was a “slut” and deserved to be raped.  I’m afraid of the sympathy offered to the perpetrators, a sign of the entitled male code that is tightly woven within our culture.

Mostly, I am afraid for my daughter who is a freshman in high school.

There are many aspects and layers to the tragedy in Steubenville that need to be addressed: the culture of football, violence towards women, shaming women who have sex, etc.  It’s overwhelming.

What can I do?

As a mother of a daughter who is a freshman in high school, I can begin at home.

So, I have been been discussing Steubenville with my daughter a lot.

She doesn’t like the subject matter.  When I bring it up, she usually says something like, “Oh no, not this again.”

Topics surrounding Steubenville that we have discussed have been drinking, sex, social media and what constitutes labeling someone as a “slut.” 

These are all heavy topics, topics which lend themselves to me sometimes lecturing rather than listening, so I understand her unwillingness to discuss the situation.  But I won’t back down.  One of the main problems or causes of Steubenville was lack of parenting.

These topics aren’t easy to address with our children.  Some, maybe most, parents simply don’t address these issues out of fear.  And yes, I can tell you from experience that these matters are scary to bring up.  But we can’t guide our children safely to the doorstep of adolescence and simply stop parenting because we are afraid.  When we stop parenting we fail them.  Small incidents turn into crimes because our children have not had the opportunity to discuss these issues.  They’ve been denied the opportunity develop skills to handle difficult situations.

The Label of Slut

One of the most interesting things I have found out by discussing Steubenville with my daughter is the conundrum of the “slut.”  Before I go any further, I need to state that I detest the term and am only using it because it is relevant to the circumstances.


When Steubenville first came up in December and I brought it to the attention of my daughter she seemed unmoved.  I’m not certain, but it seemed she had heard the victim was a “slut.”  So, I asked, “If the victim was one of your friends, how would you feel?”

She said, “I would be really very upset.”

Therefore, we had to discuss this whole “slut” business.

As I said, I don’t like the word.  And within my daughter’s high school community, I don’t understand the use of the word at all.

One definition of “slut” is an offensive term for a woman thought to be sexually promiscuous.

OK.  I get the definition.  What I don’t get is how the kids in high school--in Steubenville and in my daughter’s high school--determine which promiscuous female is awarded the label “slut.”

My daughter has confirmed and has even been upset by the fact that the popular girls at her school are sexually promiscuous.  But are they “sluts” or are they “popular?”  In her school, they are not one in the same.  Does a female’s popularity keep her from being labeled “slut,” and if so, why?

About a year ago her school community labeled a student a “slut” for being involved in giving her boyfriend oral sex.  It got so bad that the girl changed schools because her reputation became too much for her to handle.  To my knowledge, the boyfriend was not labeled anything and is still a student at the school—an example of that destructive, mysterious and acceptable male code.

However, remember, my daughter has confirmed that the popular girls in her school do have sex, but do not deal with an undesirable reputation.  What makes them different?

I’m not sure of the answer.  It could be socioeconomics.  It could be determined by which group the females associate with and how much social status the group has within the school.

Let's be real.  Teens have sex regardless of social or socioeconomic status.  And regardless of social or socioeconomic status, having sex does not mean one is a “slut”.  

The labeling, name-calling, and bullying of teens who have sex is a destructive micro-cultural phenomenon that has been used as a device to create social hierarchy in high schools and it perpetuated by parents, teachers and administrators who do not address the issue.

The negative connotation of being labeled a “slut” is so bad that during the Steubenville case it was posted on social media by several people--students and adults--that the victim deserved to be raped because she was a “slut.” 

Labeling one as a “slut” is a power move has nothing to do with sex.  Such is rape.  It’s about power, not sex.

This power-play usage of the word "slut" (and words like it, as in whore) is incredibly damaging.  Those labeled as "sluts" feel shame and feel trapped into behavior they may not even like or be comfortable with.  Those doing the labeling are not only hypocrites, but are also getting their need for power fed that can can never be satisfied.

When I have talked to my daughter about it it's tricky.  She struggles with wanting to fit in with the popular crowd.  She struggles with wanting to be noticed by boys.  In anger, in a way to gain her own power, I could see her labeling someone as a “slut.”  Meaning, I understand from where it derives, but that doesn't make it OK.

I’m not sure I’ve persuaded her that labeling promiscuous females as “sluts” is very wrong.  But I’m getting there.  And I urge every parent of a teen to have such conversations with their children.

Alcohol

The victim and the perpetrators in the Steubenville tragedy were drinking to the point of intoxication.  In my own high school experience wherein I was taken advantage of by a football player, I was drunk.  I know for certain that the absence of alcohol would have prevented my situation.  It seems the absence of alcohol could have prevented Steubenville, too.

Where did the alcohol come from and who knew they were drinking?

In my situation the alcohol was provided by a parent, my mother.  I don’t know who provided the alcohol to the students of Steubenville, but there are reports that adults knew they were drinking and it was commonplace for the football team to party.  In fact, in one account, the first party the victim was taken to was allegedly the home of the assistant football coach—an adult and a mentor to these kids.  Why didn’t he stop the party? 

I talk to my daughter about drinking.  I tell her the things that can happen.  And I know stuff has happened  in our community.  

Many parents in our community allow kids in their homes when they are not in the home to chaperone.  This is a point of contention between my daughter and me.  I won’t allow her in homes where parents are not present.  It’s difficult because it seems she is the only one of her friends with the rule.

But as I said, I know things have transpired between high school students in our community wherein alcohol is involved.  Just last year, a group of male and female students were drinking in someone’s home and it evolved into a rainbow party.  If you aren’t familiar with a rainbow party, it involves oral sex and lipstick.

A rainbow party with consenting participants (even if they were drunk) is far from a female being passed out, drug from party to party and raped.  However, my point is, if the rainbow parties are not addressed, if the drinking is not addressed, Steubenville can happen here.

Talking to Your Kids

When stories like Steubenville come up in the media, talk to your kids.  Ask them if they have heard about it.  Ask them what they think about it.  Ask them if they know how it could have been prevented.  Let them talk.  Of course, let them know what you think.  Let them know what you feel is appropriate for your family in regards to sexual behavior, drinking, social media behavior, and bullying.  See if you can come to a place of commonality.

Help your child to develop tools to deal with situations that may arise.  Does your child know what to do if she finds herself at a party where there is alcohol?  Would he know what to do if he saw someone being bullied or sexually assaulted?

Ultimately our kids will make their own decisions.  However, if we send them out without knowledge, without a developed conscious of what is right and wrong, we can’t expect them to do the right thing when placed in a position of difficulty.

Lastly, let your kids know that you know it isn’t easy.  Let your kids know you love them and will be there for them to pick them up from the party where there is alcohol.  Let them know you forgive them when they make mistakes.

Talk to your kids.  The last thing you want is for your daughter to be raped, for your son to be a rapist, or to find yourself in a courtroom apologizing to the world for your child’s catastrophic mistake.

Steubenville can be prevented.


More on preventing Steubenville:

V-Day and The Nation will be holding an open discussion with male leaders in the field moderated by Eve Ensler to be held in New York City on Tuesday.  You can email questions for the panel.  MORE INFO
Sign a petition at Change.org for CNN to apologize on air for sympathizing with the rapists.
Sign the petition to educate coaches about sexual assault 





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Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Wednesday's Woman: Finding Ordinary Courage

Rubber Chicken Madness
It's funny how if I am aware, the right things enter my life at just the right time.  

That's what happened to me when I discovered this week's Wednesday's Woman, just a few weeks ago.  Imagine my surprise when this week's guest blogger, Kimberly Rues, sent her submission for Wednesday's Woman and IT WAS THAT SAME PERSON.

Who is it?

Well you'll have to read on to find out.  And it's definitely worth your time.

I'd like to give tons of gratitude to Kimberly, this week's guest blogger for submitting this post.  Please, please, please check out her blog Rubber Chicken Madness.  She's an inspiring single mom who can write.  Meaning it's interesting, compelling, good stuff.

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Wednesday's Woman: 
Finding Ordinary Courage


I don’t recall the date or time when I first stumbled upon Brené Brown’s work. But I do remember that immediately following my viewing of one of her Ted talks, the substance of my new view of reality was so weighted with wisdom that I recall feeling grounded and rooted and like I could reach for the sky all at the same time.

Take twenty minutes to sit back and let her touch your life.





I had a notebook nearby and furiously scribbled down nuggets of brilliance that seemed to come one after the other as she spoke. Time and again I have re-read those notes. I have re-watched the Ted Talk. I have read her book - The Gifts of Imperfection and am currently listening to the audio version of Daring Greatly as I toodle about town running my errands. And I follow her blog – Ordinary Courage.

Her words and her ideas have a way of wiggling into the cracks and staying there ready to whisper wisdom to you when you begin to lose your way.

I blog all the time about how I don’t expect perfection from my kids – and I don’t. But when I heard Brené’s call to action to courageously accept myself as I am – imperfect -- in order to live a wholehearted life, it was a serious wake up call for me.

I look around at our world, both in my suburban microcosm and in the broader society, and see so much stress, sadness and even depression that stems from deep seeded perfectionism.

Take this statement for example and fill in your own blank:

I am not ________________ enough.

My blank could be filled with: slim, wealthy, patient, organized, thoughtful, blah blah blah….

None of us is perfect, yet many of us strive for it anyway. And in the face of inevitable failure because perfection is elusive, we see ourselves as lacking. Over and over again.

And when I think about Brené as my Wednesday’s Woman, I reflect mostly on this nugget of wisdom from her Ted Talk:

And we perfect, most dangerously, our children. Let me tell you what we think about children. They’re hardwired for struggle when they get here. And when you hold those perfect little babies in your hand, our job is not to say, “Look at her, she’s perfect. My job is just to keep her perfect – make sure she makes the tennis team by fifth grade and Yale by seventh grade.” That’s not our job. Our job is to look and say, “You know what? You’re imperfect, and you’re wired for struggle but you are worthy of love and belonging.” That’s our job. Show me a generation of kids raised like that, and we’ll end the problems. 

Brené Brown’s work leads us to love with our whole hearts, to practice gratitude even when life feels out of control, and to believe that we are enough. And isn’t that what we want for our children? And for ourselves?





WEDNESDAY'S WOMAN IS A WEEKLY FEATURE DEDICATED TO SPOTLIGHTING WOMEN WHO ARE ROLE MODELS FOR OUR DAUGHTERS. . . AND THE WORLD.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Wednesday's Woman: Three Generations



 "Family is complicated, relationships are not easy."

Today’s guest blogger, Anna Mahler, is a regular contributor to Wednesday’s Woman.  You can find her at The Mommy Padawan sharing her observations and life lessons as a wife and mother.  Today, just a few days after her birthday, she explores the complexity of the family relationships that shape our lives from one birthday to the next, as daughters and granddaughters.

Happy Belated Birthday, Anna.


Wednesday's Woman: Three Generations

Each week, I look forward to reading all the awesome Wednesday's Woman posts here at Sperk*. I've learned about well known women doing great things and causing needed change, everyday heroes and even women who are no longer with us but through their own courage and drive, was changing lives and the world we live in before I was even born.

But some of my favorites have been the personal friends and family some have written about and I have to admit, I often feel twinges of jealousy while reading.  I wish I had a great female role model, someone personal involved in my life today.

These were some of my feelings as I sat, thinking about who to spotlight for my own Wednesday's Woman this month.

As my thoughts drifted to the women I have known, the women in my family, I started to see that maybe there is more positive there, more influence and insight than I am sometimes ready to see.

There was Marion.

I remember being very little and thinking my mother was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.  Long, dark hair, pale skin against red lipstick, a tall and slender body always impeccably and stylishly dressed. She was everything I felt I was not with my brown skin, frizzy hair and short legs.

She was always busy, super focused on the business she and my father owned and ran. It seemed like there was nothing she couldn't do, nothing she hadn't experienced or didn't know how to handle until lung disease raged a battle none of us were ready for. One that even her super powers were unable to defeat.

From her, I learned about strength, drive, and independence. I know the work ethic I was constantly praised for back in my corporate america days came from her, something that kept me afloat over many, difficult years.

There was Elizabeth.

My grandmother lived next door and was my babysitter and after school care for many years growing up. I loved spending time at her house and still have wonderful memories of it today.  She smelled like a light perfume and fresh talcum powder and always wore lipstick as well. No matter the day or time, PBS was on the t.v., the house was warm and smelled like good food cooking and she herself was full of softness, patience and care. She taught me how to tie my shoes and tell time on her clock on the mantel. She'd let me light her incense cone in the little Buddha holder and ring the tiny bells she kept on the shelf next to it.  We watched people dance around bubbles on Laurence Welk and Bob Ross paint happy little trees.

From her, I learned warmth and softness and love.

Both of these women are no longer a part of this physical world but parts of them both are forever with me, mingled in my blood, deep in the soul, invisible tattoos burning deep within.

So often I only think of what I wish had happened, things I would have changed or the bad and difficult times.

Women are magical and complex creatures.  Family is complicated, relationships are not easy. Why would it be different for the three generations of women that we were?

But when I see the the lessons both offered and the way their lives have molded mine at times; independence, strength and drive - softness, love and warmth, what an amazing combination, these gifts they left behind.

Because they have inspired, empowered me and deeply affected who I am today, I'm honoring my mother and grandmother for today's Wednesday's Woman.



WEDNESDAY'S WOMAN IS A WEEKLY FEATURE DEDICATED TO SPOTLIGHTING WOMEN WHO ARE ROLE MODELS FOR OUR DAUGHTERS. . . AND THE WORLD.


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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

10 That Smell Good


I started a new gig as a nanny yesterday.  Hence, Monday Listicles is coming to you on Tuesday.  My being late isn't unusual, but at least I have a semi-good excuse this time.

The theme for Listicles this week is favorite smells.  As I composed my top ten, I became very grateful--grateful to have smelled each and every one of these things at some point in my life, and some still to this day.  Here's to good memories, the good smells that take us back, and the ones that provide us happiness in the present.

10 Best Scents


1. New shoes
2. Interior of a new car
3. Lavender in the garden, in candles, soap, shampoo . . . anywhere
4. Fresh cut grass
5. Freshly laundered sweaters and blankets
6. Jasmine in the garden
7. Each member of my family just after they have showered
8. The ocean
9. Eucalyptus trees
10. Any product from Aveda


What's your favorite scent?

The best way to spend Monday in the blogosphere!
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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Wednesday's Woman: Be Brilliant

Screenshot Finding Felicity
Today’s guest blogger is Marcia from Finding Felicity who first contributed to Wednesday’s Woman with a motivating story in January: You Can Be Transformed.  I can’t believe it’s already March!  Here again is Marcia creating awareness of yet another woman who helps in inspiring others to be their best and live a full, accomplished life.

I am grateful Marcia took the time to share the following story.  I am learning to not wait until she next contributes to Wednesday’s Woman to be inspired.  She is a constant, supportive source found at Finding Felicity.

Thank you Marcia! 

Wednesday's Woman: Be Brilliant
by Marcia


Screenshot Tara Sophia Mohr, Wise Living

Fancying myself as an aspiring brilliant woman it seemed worthwhile to read a piece called "10 Rules for Brilliant Women".  I read the rules and was hooked.  A couple of my favorites were: Don’t wait for your Oscar, where the writer asks that you not sit silent and wait for people to invite you to use your voice and Filter advice, where the author guides you to test and evaluate feedback based on the fact that you won’t be everyone's cup of tea, some people will be threatened, and some may not fully understand your mission.  

Our Wednesday's Woman, and the author of "10 Rules for Brilliant Women", is Tara Mohr.  Tara empowers women.  She helps women figure out what their true calling is.  She then encourages them to not question their perceived limitations and abilities in regards to their calling.  

She knows that by freeing women from their mental shackles she is directly increasing the goodness in the world.  That is her calling and she is fulfilling it with a palpable passion. 

There isn't a post I have read that didn't leave me feeling encouraged, confident, and powerful.  One of Tara's recent writings was on experts and how that title can do more harm than good.  Me, a high school graduate, reading a post by Tara, an undergraduate at Yale and an MBA degree holder from Stanford Business School stating "trust that it is enough – not because it enables you to know everything, but because it enables you to make the contribution you are uniquely qualified to make." gave me permission to take myself seriously.  

One thing that sets Tara aside from other leading women is that she has the ability to empower women strictly by talking about women.  While some feminists attempt to build women up by tearing men down, Tara has a way of getting the point across without even mentioning men.  That speaks so much to her character as a kind and gentle person with a strong and powerful message.

Tara Mohr shows us firsthand that when women can pinpoint their life's path, or given talent, and learn to give it unabashedly to others, it makes the world a better place.




If what you have read inspires you and you want more information, you can register to receive Tara's workbook with the Ten Rules for Brilliant Women at the link above.  You can also view information on Tara's Playing Big global program that begins in April.  Please view the link to see many testimonials of women's lives who Tara has directly improved with this program. 


WEDNESDAY'S WOMAN IS A WEEKLY FEATURE DEDICATED TO SPOTLIGHTING WOMEN WHO ARE ROLE MODELS FOR OUR DAUGHTERS. . . AND THE WORLD.




Monday, March 4, 2013

Monday Listicles Make Me Proud



I made it through January and February.  I'm proud.  

Here's a list of 10 other things for which I feel pride and have nothing to do with winter in Ohio:

1. and 2.  My daughters, Sophia and Antonia (in no particular order) 

3.  Graduating, Magna Cum Laude, from college

4.  Working to end the cycle of abuse within my family 

5.  Being recognized by the Columbus Museum of Art for two Instagram photos

Sperk* on Instagram
6.  Mad SongPop skills

7.  My ability to dance

8.  Somewhat neglected as of late, Sperk* (especially Wednesday’sWoman)

9.  My ability to apply full make-up in five minutes

10. You

The best way to spend Monday in the blogosphere!