Friday, March 9, 2012

Maybe its just me...

but I'm pretty sure I lied when I said "March blogging starts Monday"

but anyway...

Maybe it's just me, but being critical is one of my most consistent personality traits.
I'm not saying that's always a good thing. It can certainly tear people and their ideas down. It makes me seem picky, or that I don't like anything.
But. I think a healthy amount of criticism keeps us on our toes. If we are critically engaged in what we're reading, watching, saying, hearing and doing- we're at aware. We are holding others to awareness. We are then responsible for what we say and do, because we're so much more than mindless. But like anything true in life, it's a dance. There has to be give and take, somethings we examine and tear apart- other things we gently dismantle... but we deconstruct things if they're not true. If we're dancing with someone and they're doing it all wrong and stepping on your feet [her name is liz brice.] you correct them, right?

Friends, I love activism. I love a well done social media campaign that engages youth. I love when American kids start talking about other people's problems [but not in a high school cafeteria way.]

All of that brings me to KONY 2012. 

It was so well done, Jason's son is the cutest, and Invisible Children is just so great!
Why am I being critical of Kony 2012?
I've got a few reasons that are stupid.
 it's too shiny and polished and popular. [hello, that's stupid. you want awareness- you'd like something to be  popular.], it over simplified a really huge foreign policy issue, that whole bracelet business just seems silly.
I've got at least one reason that is less stupid.
it's my opinion [as an entitled white American who has been told she's entitled to an opinion.] that military involvement may not be the way to solve this. Of course, I don't know what is. Just the idea of fighting guns with more guns makes me sick. [not to mention US defense spending is through the roof. but that's another conversation.]
...but i'm not the expert. 
The guys over at Invisible Children have big hearts for Africa. I really think they are in this for the right reasons. And if we're being honest, they're freaking social media geniuses.

I didn't think before I re posted the Kony 2012 video. I didn't listen to what other people in the conversation had to say. I had a fairly critical conversation with myself (not out loud, relax) about the film, but didn't want to seem like a heartless jerk to my friends.

But this is a safe space. So here's what I've been reading. Just think for yourself. 

the original KONY 2012 video
one of the most talked about responses (this blogger also does a really terrific job of posting scholarly research on the issue.)
Read "We Got Trouble" first, then "Not Alone" -Visible Children
IC's response- Critiques


What do you think? What have you heard about it? Join the conversation.
According to Jason, the "Revolution has already begun!"

Friday, March 2, 2012

el Fin por Febulous

2012 means we got an extra day of Febulous this year. 
[it actually means we all got an extra day of February, only the poor shmucks that read this blog got an extra day of Febulous.]

My leap day was jam packed with fun (that seems to be a theme for Febulous.) I had the day off from work and I checked off everything from my to-do list (maybe that doesn't make you as happy as me. but it's a big, big deal to me. )

so to impart my last nugget of Febulous into 2012, I'd like to introduce you to the Mom Hang. Mom Hangs are the best. Different than hanging out with your biological mother- this is a hang with women who happen to be moms (or old enough to be your mother), but also happen to be your friends. I don't know where you can pick up a mom to hang with- I found mine at church. : )

Jenny is the coolest person I know. She's got an amazing husband, sweet kids, a beautiful house and at one time she owned the world's fattest cat (no joke, Buster the 30 pound-furried wonder had legitamate sleep apnea. Gross.) Anyway, she had dinner with me on a Wednesday. Too much food and good wine later, we met up with her best Tinley Park girlfriend and mine... it got mom-tastic. Two generations of Tinley Park in one teeny, tiny bar [duh, Teehans.] Couldn't have asked for more. They shared great stories about their kids, and baseball uniforms. We talked about the perils of dating [both online and off] and how we're still not sure we're grown ups. Turns out these "grown ups" don't feel so grown up either. [mom hang magic!]

Hanging out with a mom that's not yours is just the best. You get all the wisdom, insight and ability to pay for dinner but less harsh criticism and weird, over protective crap. There's also the weird piece of me that deep down is a mom. [seriously, i came out of the womb acting about 45.]

Short and sweet today- but go get yo self a mom friend!









**March blogging will start Monday. This month the theme will be "Mabye it's just me..." or "Maury Povich would be an ideal husband because..." [guest posts by Connie Chung]. Thoughts?!**