Monday, April 29, 2013

Acronyms: "Mom, Nobody Uses Those Anymore!"


My writing chops are a little rusty.  I can feel it. 

Apparently, my knowledge of acronyms is terribly dated as well.  I can feel that, too—especially when my daughter, upon reading my text, exclaims, “Mom! LOL? Nobody uses that anymore!”

No worries.  I am a Lady in the Know at Ladies Holiday.  I am honored to take up a little room at their space, so check it out.
Ladies Holiday

Now what about those acronyms which just happen to be today’s theme at Monday Listicles

Well, for that, I had to ask my daughters (who are 12 and 14, arguably more in the know than I) for input.  The consensus was that really, no one uses them at all anymore.  They are a thing of the past. 

I didn't believe it. 

With a little prodding, I got my girls to help me compile a list.  Here’s what we came up with:

10 Acronyms We Still Use 
(even though nobody really uses them anymore)

LOL – According to my 14 year old this acronym for laugh out loud is no longer used as a way to express the fact that one is laughing.  She said it is used to make a statement less awkward, like, “I saw you at the store, LOL.”

LAWLZ – Apparently this is the new LOL.  What each letter stands for is unknown to anyone in this household.  I would guess the L’s stand for laugh and loud.  The rest is up for interpretation.

HBU – 14yo still uses this one for how ‘bout you, confirming the fact that teenagers exaggerate (see title).

SMH – I have seen this one in my 14yo’s Instagram feed.  I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what it meant and had been dying to ask her.  I hesitated for weeks because I was afraid it was something wacky and inappropriate.  Nope.  It’s harmless: shake my head.

TBT – Another one from Instagram: Throwback Thursday

IDK – Oldie but goodie: I don’t know

BRB – Be right back, respectively submitted by my 12yo.

JK – Just kidding, respectively submitted by my 12yo.

CSA – I usually use it with a hashtag in front of it and the word 'survivor' behind it: child sexual abuse.  (Uncomfortable?  Statistics point to CSA being an epidemic.  Do something).

HALT – I love that this was the first acronym my girls reminded me of upon asking them for help with this list.  It’s one I learned in recovery and have taught them to use to discern their moods: hungry, angry, lonely, tired.  If they seem annoyed or down, I’ll ask “How many letters do you have in HALT?  How can you take care of it?”

Here’s to HALT and here’s to you, LOL. (Yes, I’m trying to end this post with as little awkwardness as possible.)

The best way to spend Monday in the blogosphere!
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Saturday, April 27, 2013

Save It for Later: 3 Things April



In Save It for Later you’re getting a brief run-down of each week's stand-outs from things I've bookmarked to "read later" either from my Diigo "Read Later" list, Pulse News, Twitter, and/or Pinterest.

I haven’t blogged for a month, so my read later list is quite extensive.  I’ll spare you the lot of it and share with you what I think is most important.  All happen to be relating to April.

April is National Poetry Month.  This week BlogHer gave us 6 Amazing Last-Minute Ways to Celebrate National Poetry Month.  I really like #5 which is an online app called That Can Be My Next Tweet that mashes up your own Twitter stream to create tweets that are somewhat poetic.  I tried the app.  Here are some of my mashed up tweets:

I Want and comment. I Want and the lights go. Do I pay my friend, Anna Mahler....

Linking up with a great info you've been posting here and doing nothing.

Couldn't be happier to one's courage. - I am now a difference in the great women making history?

Number 7 on the BlogHer list, spine poetry, is also fun.  Stack up a few books, take a photo of their spines, and voila, their titles make poetry.  Here’s one that I attempted:



You can share yours on Twitter with the hashtag #spinepoetry.

For more ideas on last minute National Poetry Month celebrations check out the BlogHer article or Poets.org

April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month.  As a survivor of child sexual abuse this is an awareness campaign close to my heart.  Like most of these month-long campaigns, I feel it is one that should be at the forefront of our awareness all year.

In the pursuit to eradicate child abuse the most important tool is prevention.  Prevention can only happen through education, answering the question of “how do we stop this from happening?”  The Child Welfare Information Gateway has a wealth of information on prevention geared towards parents, professionals and educators.  I also have been curating information on prevention on Pinterest for over a year.  There are several organizations working towards the prevention of child abuse.  The video below is from one such organization, Darkness to Light.




April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month.  In light of the Steubenville rape case getting so much media attention, this campaign couldn’t be more timely.  I have been gathering information on preventing sexual assault at Pinterest and you can check out some very informative links by clicking here.  The National Sexual Violence Resource Center is always my first stop for solid, accessible information.  Their current campaign is "Talk early, talk often. Prevent sexual violence"  



Also, check out the newly launched NO MORE, “The first unifying symbol to express support for ending domestic violence and sexual assault,” which provides tools for individuals to get involved locally and on social media in order to shed light on the invisible problems of sexual assault and domestic violence.  I downloaded their free toolkit containing sample social media posts, email templates, and more.  I think it's great and you should download and use it, too:   Activate NO MORE

April is just about to turn into May but don't expect this to be the last you read here about the prevention of child abuse and the awareness/prevention of sexual assault.  Beware, I just may subject you to the torture of my own poetry, too!


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.  





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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.