Showing posts with label rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rants. Show all posts

24 October 2010

Stop Apologizing


How often do you say those two words?  If you're a woman, probably way more often than you should.  All too often I hear women apologizing.  Just over the last few days, I have witnessed the following incidents:
  1. A female co-worker is walking down the hallway and a male student, goofing around with his friends, bumps into her.  She immediately turns and says, "Oh, I'm sorry."
  2. A friend and I are having a good natured debate.  At one point in the conversation, she exclaims, "I'm sorry, but that's how I feel."
  3. A woman walks into a store at the mall and trips over a stack of shoe boxes left haphazardly by the door.  As she rights herself, she apologizes to the sales staff and offers to help pick up the strewn boxes.
  4. A teary-eyed female student keeps apologizing for being a burden when I offer to help her develop some tactics to overcome her test anxiety issues. 
Why are these women apologizing?  They have done nothing wrong.  I hear women exclaim, "I'm sorry" without even thinking if it is appropriate.  It seems to be so ingrained into the female of the human species that it is usually an automatic, hair-trigger response.

I used to do the Sorry thing too.  I said "I'm sorry" to so many people so often during any given week that it lost all meaning.  And when I took an inventory of the situations that prompted the "I'm sorry, " I quickly realized that almost none of them warranted this exclamation.  I felt like a fraud.  I was ready for a change.

It took time, but I no longer blurt out "I'm sorry" unless I actually am remorseful.  These days, I don't diffuse situations or placate others with those two little words, unless it's actually warranted.  I have found more effective methods of communication that allow me to be pleasant without handing away my integrity and self worth.  I now know that it is possible to be self assured without being rude or brash.

So, I urge every woman out there to turn in her Sorry Gang membership card.  I won't lie, it will be hard at first, but in the end you will feel more genuine and true to yourself - it truly is liberating.

1 September 2010

Grow a Pair

Lately, I have run across a number of woman who care too much about what other people think of them.  Worse still, they are allowing other people to dictate how they feel about themselves.  I think it came to a head for me recently on a sewing discussion board.  A poster asked for opinions on a fall fashion trend.  When many of the responses were dissenting (most posters were respectful and many were quite funny), it was suggested that this negative view of the trend would discourage many woman.  They would feel too shy to indicate that they were fans of the trend and/or they would be too intimidated to try out the trend for themselves.  After this was pointed out, I felt bad (I was one of the dissenters*) and I posted an apology just in case I had made anyone feel bad.

Well, I have been mulling this over in my head for the last few days and I have to say, I'm feeling less charitable now.  I'm actually kind of annoyed.  Why do women do this? Why do they give a flying fig about what other people think of them?  Why are women so bloody sensitive?  And why do women let others dictate how they feel about themselves?

In Style Magazine
As much as I hate the lack of dressing in North American society these days, I fully endorse a woman choosing to dress as she pleases.  I'd much rather see Ms. Mutton-Dressed-As-Lamb out in the world feeling foxy than the well-dressed clothes horse behaving like a mouse.  There is something about an aura of confidence that makes anyone more attractive, regardless of their garb.

For instance, I think Betsey Johnson dresses like a complete weirdo half the time, but there is no denying that she unapologetically owns her look.  Although, I cannot imagine ever dressing like her, I am drawn to her image - she appears happy, content and above all, comfortable in her own skin.  I'm guessing that she never lets any one's opinion impact her confidence or self-esteem.  In every photo I see of Betsey Johnson, her greatest fashion accessory is her self-assurance.

So, let's all take a page from the book of Betsey.  Remember ladies, you are strong, you are powerful, you are capable of making your own decisions.  If you want to wear a crazy fashion trend or a not-so-crazy fashion trend, go for it.  Maybe you'll look great, maybe you'll look stupid, maybe people will talk about you behind your back or maybe you'll get compliments.  Regardless of the outcome, you'll likely live through the experience.  So, why all the angst? 


*In the end, I actually came around to seeing the positive aspects of the trend, but I still don`t think I`ll be adding it to my wardrobe repertoire.

18 May 2010

Momma, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Powerless

When I was in high school and university (late 80s/early 90s), there was a movement toward educational equality.  Teenage girls were encouraged to consider careers in male dominated areas, like the maths, sciences and engineering. We were told that we could excel if we put our minds to it.  The days of being forced into subservient roles was over and we were the generation of women that would shatter all the barriers.  We were encouraged to think, to question and to strive for our dreams.  The boldest, most empowering part of this message was that we were valued for our minds, not just our bodies.  Brains trump breasts.  Grey matter is more valuable than a tight ass and killer legs.  Your mind is your greatest physical asset.

What has happened to feminism?  Over the last thirteen years as a teacher, I am seeing a disturbing trend taking hold of teenage girls.  Many young women are handing over their power.  I often talk to my students about the ways of modern teenage life.  Let me relay some (disturbing) insights that they have passed on to me:

A large number of 14 year old (and younger) girls are now sexually active.  Mainly because they think they are supposed to be having sex to be normal and popular.  TV, movies and music make it sound like all the cool kids are having sex, with multiple partners.  Nowadays, the "good" girls are "only" involved in oral and anal sex, because that way they won't get pregnant. 

Girls are still pretending to be dumb to attract boys.  Boys don't like it if they feel inferior to a girl.

Alcohol, Ecstasy and marijuana are common ingredients at most teenage parties.  Girls are often so drunk and/or stoned that they have severely impaired judgment or they may pass out, leaving themselves open to sexual assault. 

A surprising number of girls are still hoping to attract a wealthy mate to take care of them.  It is considered amusing to be elected as "most likely to marry for money."

Many young women are being verbally, physically and/or sexually abused by their boy friends.  Often they are too scared or embarrassed to report the problem or to seek help.

It's time for a revolution.  A raising of female voices.

So, mothers of the world, sit down with your daughters.  Tell them that they are worthy of respect.  Let them know that they have exceptional abilities beyond tantalizing the opposite sex.  Make them aware that they are greater than the sum of their body parts.  Let them know that they should come first - that their goals and dreams take precedence over everything else.  Encourage them to take care of themselves and to carve out a future of their choosing.  Inspire them to be powerful, smart, headstrong women that can take the world by storm.

27 March 2010

Pick on Me Instead

Am I the only one that is flabbergasted and royally irked by the email that Ann, of Gorgeous Fabrics, received from a customer?  Ann is seriously ill, undergoing chemo treatments, running a business and nurturing a family life (while maintaining a much, much better attitude than I would ever have in the same situation).  And, someone feels the need to make assumptions about her political views and then strong arm her because of those supposed political views.  Holy crap!  What is the matter with people these days?

So, if anyone else has the desire to stick it to Ann, pick on me instead.*  And, in case you need some ammo, here goes:

(1)  If I was an American citizen, I would have gladly voted for Obama.
(2)  I believe women have the right to obtain safe, legal abortions.
(3)  I believe gay couples have the right to legal marriage.
(4)  I believe all people have the right to medical care.
(5)  I believe all people have the right to their political views without the risk of persecution.


*Not that Ann needs my help.  She is one of the fiercest women I have ever had the good fortune of running across.  She is a complete class act all the way and I hope to grow up to be just like her - gracious and thoughtful, with a deep reserve of fortitude and inner strength.  Team Ann, Woo Hoo!

16 March 2010

Eye No Ewe Are Knot That Dum

Okay people, I've held my tongue long enough.  Heaven knows that I've tried to remain calm.  I've attempted to ignore the overwhelming onslaught of illiteracy.  As I travel around the internet universe, I am constantly assaulted by words being misused.  I can only assume that the worst offenders are unforgivably daft.  How else can you explain the inability to properly use simple words?*  I don't want to be the grammar (or spelling) police, but a gal can only take so much.  I'm a teacher, for crying out loud, so I can no longer condone blatant disrespect for the English language.  I feel it is my sacred duty to try to enlighten the ignorant.  Listed below are a few of the most common mistakes that make me want to go on a righteous Grammar Inquisition (Nobody expects the Grammar Inquisition!):

Your/You're
Your is possessive, while you're is a contraction of "you are." 
Both words used in a sentence:  You're pissing me off with your ignorance of proper grammar.

Lose/Loose
Lose means to fail to keep, while loose is the opposite of tight or constrained.
Both words used in a sentence:  If you continue to maim the language, I will lose my mind and let loose a stream of profanity.

Their/There/They're
Their is possessive, there is a location and they're is a contraction of "they are."
All words used in a sentence: Their improper use of grammar guarantees that they're going to rot down there in Hell.

Saw/Seen
Saw is the past tense of "see", while seen is the past tense of "see" that must be used with an auxiliary verb like "have."
Both words used in a sentence:  I have seen a lot of grammatical errors, but when I saw what you did, I wanted to punch you.

Its/It's/Its'
Its is possessive, while it's is a contraction of "it is" and its' is not a word.
Both (real) words used in a sentence:  Due to the death of the English language, it's official, the world has surely come to its end.

Okay, enough.  There are other infractions (for instance, it's supposed to not suppose to) that make me want to go on a killing spree, but I'll stop here before I have an aneurysm.

So, tell me folks, what common grammar errors make you cringe?


*Of course I am always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt if English is their second language.  I certainly could not converse fluently in any language other than English, so I have great respect for individuals that are bi- or multilingual.  Also, I am not talking about people who have the occasional mess up.  We all have unintentional lapses in literacy on occasion. I do not claim to be infallible, but I do try my best to appear remotely intelligent.  Now that I've said that, I'm sure someone will find some blaring mistake in my rant above. 

10 October 2009

Just Stop It!

Okay, ladies. Enough is enough. I've had it with the humble mumble. Why are most women incapable of graciously accepting a compliment? Why do we feel the need to blush, act coy, or belittle ourselves in response to a little verbal affirmation?

"Um, yeah, uhh, well, uhh, thanks..."

"Oh, this old thing?"


"But it makes my ass look fat."

Seriously? Women fought for decades to have a voice - to earn the right to stand up and be counted, to be loud and proud and worthy of respect. And this where we are? Really? We can't even accept a stinkin' compliment?

Every where I turn I see this behaviour - from teenage girls to professional women, from my close friends to strangers in line at the grocery store. When did we get the message that it's unseemly to be prideful? I'm not talking about vanity or narcissism, I'm talking about simple acceptance and love for oneself.

So, I propose a revolution. Next time someone gives you a compliment on your hair, your dress or your exquisite sense of style, simply say "thank you." Don't run down a laundry list of why you shouldn't be praised and don't act like you're amazed that anyone would notice you.

Better yet, try this one on for size: "Damn straight I look good today - thanks for noticing!"

4 October 2009

Harumph!

Do you ever just get grumpy? There's no major reason for it - but, nonetheless, you're out of sorts, annoyed...pissed off. Whenever, I feel like this, I try to stay off of my blog because, really, does the world need another crabby pants ranting about some inconsequential crap? Um, no - there's enough negative energy on TV, on the radio, in the news and certainly on the internet, so I try not to add to the din.

But, nonetheless, that is how I have been feeling lately. Grumpy, schmumpy. Then I read Gertie's blog this morning and she has declared it National Honesty Month and she posted pictures of herself at her happiest. So, in that vein, I wanted to follow suit and present my happy pix.

I think I am my most blissful when I'm out on a long walk with Simon and my husband. The experiences of nature are wonderful - the furtive glimpses of local wildlife, the rustling of the leaves and the singing of the birds is always peaceful and serenity-inducing. Much better than an iPod any day.

There is a local nature preserve that has walking trails and I love to go there in the spring, summer and fall. The photo to the left was taken two years ago in the middle of autumn. Simon had just jumped over a large fallen tree and the look of sheer joy on his face is heartwarming. If you look closely, you can see me crouched behind the tree trunk, watching my boys - the one joyfully running and the one contentedly taking the photo.


Obviously, another of my happy places is creating. Whether I'm cooking up a new project, getting the materials ready or actively sewing at my machine, I love it all. One of my fondest wishes is to have my own dedicated sewing room with a view (so I don't have to work on the kitchen floor like in the photo to the left).

Several years ago, my husband and I bought a four acre parcel of land in the country, with the intent to build our dream house someday. Well, hopefully, in the next year or two, the dream will become a reality. We have been saving and investing and have almost settled on a house plan. In the not too distant future, we hope to have a new home - complete with a fab sewing room and stash storage.

21 January 2009

Is it Spring Yet?

Man alive, do I hate this time of year! It's cold out (as in "I've only been outside for two minutes and I can't feel my thighs" cold), it won't stop snowing and I haven't seen the sun in weeks. It seems like it has been winter forever and it's making me cranky. To make things worse, the kids are all sick with various diseases and instead of staying home, they come to school to infect the populace. I held out as long as I could and for a time, I was one of the few uninfected souls. Then last week, the plague finally caught up to me. I knew I couldn't hold out forever. Well, let me tell ya, this is one nasty cold. You know the kind that feels like your sinus cavity is filled with cement? The one where the pain behind your eyes makes you suspect that there is a small deranged man in your skull pounding away with a tiny sledgehammer? Blech.

Needless to say, I have been focused on merely staying alive and unfortunately I haven't blogged in a while. I still don't feel stellar, but I got such a wonderful award that I just had to post. JustMeriMaat, of In Flux, bestowed upon me the "Nice Blog Award," with some very kind and complimentary words. Well, talk about a pick me up! So, thank you, thank you, thank you!

19 December 2008

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow...

Not like we have a choice!

Okay, so we get nailed by Mother Nature on Wednesday - 10 cm of snow. Then yesterday, she sticks it to us again - 20 cm of snow. Now, we're bracing for another 20 cm to hit tonight into tomorrow. To the left is a photo of Simon navigating the snowy backyard - he has always loved snow ever since he was a pup!

The only good thing about all this is that I am now off for Xmas break - two whole weeks of vacation. Besides the obligatory holiday stuff, I am planning on making my sewing machine sing. I already have a back log of finished sewing projects to post about - 3 skirts, a top and a cardigan. I'm also almost finished a pair of pants and another cardigan. So, stay tuned...

9 December 2008

P.U.

A small rant.

If I can smell you before I see you, you have applied too much perfume.

'Nuff said.

10 November 2007

June Cleaver, Where are You?

What ever happened to dressing? Not just putting on whatever is least rumpled at the foot of the bed, but actually dressing. That is, going to the closet to choose a few freshly pressed and well-fitting garments, picking out a great pair of shoes and a handbag, as well as lovely jewellery, gloves and perhaps a hat, to finish an outfit.

When did it become okay to toss on a ratty, ill-fitting T-shirt, a pair of faded jeans (or, heaven help us, a pair of pajama pants) and a pair of day-glo Crocs to be seen in public? Even more distressing, when did it become acceptable to venture out in public showing a distracting amount of skin? I have seen more butt, belly and breast than is necessary for one lifetime. I wish I could say that all these atrocities are only being committed by tweens and teenagers, but, alas, I have seen women of all ages in this type of garb.

Remember the good old days when being a woman meant looking like a lady? Back when no respectable woman would leave the house without checking herself in the mirror to ensure that her outfit, accessories, hair and makeup were as flattering as possible? When dressing down meant putting on a simple shirtwaist dress or a casual unstructured tweed suit. When female role models were elegant and intelligent, well-mannered and poised. I look to the middle of last century, when women like Grace Kelly, Jacqueline Kennedy, Audrey Hepburn, Eva Gabor, Katherine Hepburn, Lauren Bacall, Catherine Deneuve, Ingrid Bergman and Ava Gardner were idolized by regular women the world over. It seems that with the death or retirement of these women, there followed a loss of elegance. Nowadays, it is much more difficult to create a comparable list of attractive, accomplished women - the only ones I can think of are Cate Blanchett and Reese Witherspoon.

Now, before I go on, let me clarify. I do not expect the modern woman to clean house in a dress and pearls, a la June Cleaver. Nor do I expect every woman to always have the perfect accessories, with every hair in place. I get it, life is hectic - between jobs, family and domestic duties, a woman's work is never done. However, that does not mean that you need to look like fashion victim. In my opinion, there is no excuse for regularly looking sloppy and/or letting your general appearance go to the dogs. We all have a million things to do in a day, but you can slip on a clean, well kept outfit as easily as an old pair of sweats.

I know, I've been there - during grad school and the early part of my career, my dress code was less than impressive. In the last seven years I have upped the ante and started dressing and grooming better. And, you know what, not only do I look better, I feel better and I'm treated better. Yeah, yeah, I know, we shouldn't judge a person by their appearance, but as human beings that's exactly what we do. If you're now thinking of leaving me a comment telling me that you never judge a book by its cover, save your time - I won't believe you. I'll be the first to admit that the more enlightened individual is capable of putting aside initial impressions and over time develop a better appreciation of the whole person, regardless of the dress code (I try my darnedest to do this every semester when I get a new crop of students). However, most day to day situations do not allow for the slow discovery of all the subtle nuances that make each person special. In most cases, we are in contact with a new person for a matter of minutes and in those minutes, your dress, appearance and general carriage speak volumes. That is why well dressed people are treated better in most situations - they get the best table at the restaurant, the pleasant salesperson, the door is usually held open for them and they tend to be smiled at more often. Like it or not, most people peg you into a category within seconds of meeting you - fair or not. So, why not try just a little bit harder?

Lately, several people have told me that I "dress up" a lot. The comments have come from people of all ages. My students have told me that they like the way I dress - I even had one young lady tell that I was her role model because I was smart and I was always well put together. A friend, who is a bit older than me, told me that she admires my style and although she can't wear the same type of clothing as I do, she would love to start dressing better. Yet, another woman, a sewing friend and mentor, mentioned that she thought it was nice that I wear more skirts than pants. She spoke fondly of an elderly lady in her neighbourhood, who is always dressed neatly, in a nice skirt, blouse/jacket and stockings, whether going for a walk or running errands. She also lamented that we seem to have lost something in our casual lifestyle. I agree.

15 July 2007

Doggone Ugly

No, mommy, nooooooo.......


Honestly, what was McCall's thinking?

23 November 2006

What Were They Thinking?

You cannot be serious:


I was browsing the online pattern catalogues & I came across this on the Simplicity website. It is absolutely hideous. The rosettes...the leg warmers...the matching doggy coat - oh, the horror.