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Snow Day & Help Me

Today is a snow day. NO school. It would be ridiculous for any of you who get real snow to see what made the world stop here today. The roads were icy. Very icy. But there is maybe 2 inches of snow, so we look kind of like weather wussies. The beautiful thing is when you are an employee of a school, snow day means NO WORK! Except the emails. And the phone calls. I guess I'm working on some documents... okay it's work from my couch. COUCH WORK!

I need some advice from all of you who are cooler kids than I am. Is there an MP3 player that is Apple compatible,  or is it only iPods? We're considering getting one for the upcoming 10 year-old's birthday. She is 10, I don't know that I want to go $75 for a shuffle. BUT this year she is supposed to get a good gift because she doesn't get a party. We only do those every other year. So please enlighten me.

Also the Flor tiles? Anyone got 'em? Anyone love 'em ? Or hate 'em? I'm kind of considering getting them (when we have the money to do something) for our kitchen. The hard wood looks like hell. Thoughts ?

Hope you are all having a lovely day, whether it's off or on.

State of the Union Drinking Game

Pony: Chuck and I think we should do a shot every time Bush says "terrorist."

Me: Oh that sounds fun. What about "rebate" or "stimulus package"? We could be really wasted in ten minutes.

Pony: Excellent. Maybe "economy" or "Iraq" ?

Bert: I think we should do one every time he says "change" because then we could remain completely sober.

How Old Do You Look?

Mrs. G has great post ridiculing commenting on Charla Krupp's new book about aging and appearance. This book isn't an examination of how we think about age or appearance in our culture, it's about how not to look old. Krupp buys into societal assumptions about aging. And for Krupp there is a specific reason to do this; to keep or get a job. 

Right now, we have a little first hand experience with job searches and aging. I can tell you, I think it does play a factor. And that is for a man, who culturally is not held to as high of anti-aging standards as woman. Look at Paul Newman, hotter the grayer and more craggy he got. Then look at Joanne Woodward, you don't hear the same kinds of compliments. Still I think the appearance of aging is starting to effect men more than it used to. They still look distinguished with graying hair at the temples, but they better be fit everywhere else. The pot belly and receding hair line aren't recognized as the natural course of life anymore, but a moral failing.

We all know what's happened to women more and more over the last decade. Scary plastic surgery and botox are common in women in their 40's and 50's now. Movie stars commonly look artificial and every day women now have lips so plumped they look like they belong at an Angelina Jolie family reunion. While Krupp dissuades people from plastic surgery (she thinks it can be as unflattering and odd as the rest of us), she sings the joys of botox and other injectables, to which I say ick.

We were in a restaurant one day, when two heavily botoxed women came in. Their foreheads didn't move, their eyebrows looked funny and their lips looked like they were some sort of exotic tropical fish. Mallory observed, "Those big lips are like a neon sign screaming I'm over 40, I'm over 40'." 

I have one friend who seems to have bowed to this pressure a time or two. To me it looks desperate. Like you are so afraid of aging that you are willing to look frightening in hopes of not looking old. The thing is, you end up looking older by looking scary.

However, I think Krupp's basic premise is right. I wish she wouldn't have been so sexist and claimed it was only about women though. As I've said, we've seen it up close and personal with Bert's current job search. I think you are unrealistic if you don't take ageism into account when looking for a job. "Past your prime" is an expression that can telegraph from your appearance to your job performance in this looks oriented culture. I don't even think most of the time we know we are doing it. It's subliminal, we're fed these perceptions so much we don't realize we internalize them and act on them.

Maybe having aging people around us reminds us of our own aging and mortality. Maybe that's why we ridicule celebrities who age or try to stop aging. It's a way to express our own anxiety and fears without having to look in the mirror. Does having young people around us make us feel younger?

I don't mind being older and saying "I've lived 44 years". It does cause me anxiety to think I might only have 30 or 40 years left.  I don't like to be reminded of it. I fully believe the phrase "life is too short."

Krupp is right that there are things we do with our appearance that make us look older. We've been doing it our whole lives. Think of when you were a kid and you styled your hair a different way and some one commented that it "made you look older." Think of how happy that made you and you took it as a compliment. Remember when you were a teenager and got dressed for some big night out and your parent said you "looked sophisticated" or "like a grown-up." That made you squeal a little, right? Remember when not getting carded was something you hoped for? Now if someone cards me I tip them.

So now when Krupp says dark lipstick or outdated glasses age us, we take offense. But it's truthfully the same premise. There are things we do that alter people's perceptions.

Now is where I become unpopular. I think Krupp is right about hair.

I think short, matronly hairstyles age us. Long hair often looks younger. Again remember when you got the chic short haircut in your teens and everyone told you how sophisticated you looked. Does this mean I will always wear my hair long? Probably not. Short hair is easier, and I'm willing to take the trade off.

I think gray hair ages some of us.

I said it out loud.

I know, I just deviated from the solidarity of the gray sisterhood.

However, just like botox ages people, so do some bad dye jobs. The cure can be worse than the problem. So you really can't win here. There are women and men who look beautiful with gray hair. They usually have youthful faces and really glorious, luminous hair. I am not one of these women.

My mother's face is still gorgeous and unlined at 66. Her hair is completely white. It shines. People stop her in stores to compliment her hair. I take after my father's family. A lot of them look older than their actual age because of their gray hair. My hair has turned dirty, dark, dishwater blonde with gray. Me and the bleach are still close friends, and I predict we will be for years to come. I have been coloring my hair since I was 13. I don't think I will stop to prove I am comfortable with myself. Instead I have a big ass, it does the same thing. My jeans scream self-acceptance.

So while, I would never buy Krupp's book, I have thought about some of the things she talks about. My guess is the useful information I would take from that book would only fill a page or two. I would never go as far as Krupp advises on all sorts of things. I don't have the time, the money or the desire. I do think it plays into unrealistic youth oriented cultural expectations and reinforces stereo-types. It's messed up on a lot of levels. But I don't have the luxury of railing about it, because I think it is effecting my life. I think her argument is a reflection of how a lot of people feel, and some of her tips are worth a look or two.

But don't look too long. Or squint when you are looking, because it causes wrinkles.  And if you use reading glasses, make sure it's a pair with a hip frame.

The Grass Is Always Greener, or A Middle-Class Whine

I've been suffering from some working woman blues lately.

I was doing the laundry and thought to myself how nice it would be if my primary task on a Monday was doing the laundry. The laundry was easy. No one wanted to look at "is there a better way to do the laundry?". I don't have to tell someone to do the laundry again. If the laundry is a day late, no one's dreams are in jeopardy.

I mean, the laundry. Come on, the most onerous task in the household. The chore that never ends. And I am longing, absolutely longing to do it.

I honestly still love my job. It's the job I would pick if the choice were between this job and that job. But if my choice were between staying home and being with my kids, and maybe taking a class or two and work; I would choose staying home. At least this week I would've.

I stayed home for 12 years with my children. I went to school during that time, but I was not employed. It's not because we were flush and could afford to live on one income. Often we couldn't. Often it was the dumbest financial choice in the world for me to stay home. Bert sometimes only made $30K during a couple of those years. We relied on savings, credit and cutting back. But even with the tight paycheck I did not one time wish that I were working. I was bored on occasion, but not often.

When I went back to work, I discovered I actually liked going somewhere every day and having adults to talk to. I liked feeling productive and sharing ideas and putting on lipstick every morning.

Now with Bert's unemployment I am so thankful I have an income. I never dreamed that I would be the one employed, bringing home the tofu and bacon while he fried it up in a pan. This is the way it has to be, at least for now.

But some days I look longingly at my old gig and think a little boredom doesn't look half bad.

I'd even tackle the sock basket.

Teenagers Make Clueless Film Critics

In the past three days I have had the endings of three current films by three teenagers.

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While giving Mal and her friends a ride to lunch at a candy store (don't ask) on Friday:

Mal: "Anna and I are thinking of seeing Atonement tonight."

Pattie: "Oh, it's a great movie, and in the end when they *bleep* it's so *bleep.*"

I sit there thinking, I know how it ends. I purposefully don't read full reviews because I hate spoilers. But here I sit, innocently chauffeuring, and the film is fully spoiled. Couldn't be anymore spoiled if it sat outside the fridge in 100 degree heat. Completely spoiled.

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Driving home from a friend's this morning.

Mal: "Yolanda didn't like Cloverfield."

Me: "But she liked I Am Legend."

Mal: "Yeah, but that's because * bleep * in the end."

Me: "What the hell?! Why did you just tell me the end?"

Mal: "So you'd know it wasn't a good movie."

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Rory and Mal went to see Cloverfield. Mal got really bad motion sickness. She is really prone to that and joked about taking a Dramamine. She should've. The shaky camera really got to her. Rory was fine.

Me: "Was it a good movie other than your sister wanting to die?"

Rory: "Yeah, but they *bleep* and *bleep* and it was *bleep* in the end."

Bert hit her.

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I am so telling them Rosebud is a sled.