Golf and Previlean and Mermaid Tails… or are these tales?


This morning only Alexander went to camp because sometime around April Jane told me that she was, “too old for camp” and didn’t want to go this year. Of course I called and asked if she could be a CIT, they said, “yes” and Jane explained that she wasn’t old enough to be a CIT.

She’s neither fish nor foul at age 13.

In the first minutes of June Jane begged me to sign her up for camp. Tough luck, only half the days she wanted were available so today she’s hanging out with friends instead of having Halloween in July. Of course this means she didn’t leave the house until after 10am and at 10am I had the Previlean Twitter Chat. I’d also forgotten about the insurance inspector that was coming to the house. He was supposed to be here before 10 but arrived after so I had to tweet and scream for him. It was all sorts of awesome.

I particularly liked the part where my daughter forgot her swimsuit and now poor Lisa had to buy her one and I’ve got to pay her back. I swear that kid is going to be impersonating Cinderella for the next few days.

After the chat I had to run off for a board meeting with VTAC. VTAC is Valley Traffic Advisory Council and I’m not 100% sure that I can communicate their message well, so here’s an about page. My friend Alex seems to think it’s a good idea and so far I know we’ve raised money for car seats for families who can’t afford to replace worn ones, memorials for fallen officers and training for LAPD detectives. Next month I’ll know more, I guess I’ll know more every month. Mark your calendars for October 5th, you’ll be golfing with me. I’m a horrendous golfer but I’m enthusiastic and I’ll totally let you drive the cart.

After the VTAC meeting I was able to squeeze in for acupuncture. It’s incredible relief and it’s oddly humid today so instead of suckling a tramadol I spent 45 minutes with a few well placed needles and I feel like a new woman. I haven’t needed a pain pill since I found Marin. I’m a total skeptic but whatever hocus poke-us that woman is doing seems to work. I picked up Alexander and he’s (predictably) exhausted so we’re just sort of laying all over each other on the sofa while he does the playstation and I blog.

Of course Jessica Randazza found the one thing I absolutely MUST HAVE.


It’s Okay to Want to be the Hot Chick


A post (it’s a meme really) has made it’s way around Facebook. It’s a viral sensation written by a woman of presumably healthy weight.

I understand that many of us aren’t at the weight we would like to be at. I further understand that at least one reader has a child with Prader Willi syndrome and that more than a few of us take steroids like Prednisone. If you’re in that category, bummer.

Here’s the reality, this fat lady on the chair you see below, she does have a pretty face. Beautiful even, what she doesn’t have is a healthy body. To say that she couldn’t have a better life and better health with some of that fat missing from her belly is to lie to everyone.

Right now we are fat. We are globally fat and our children have shorter life expectancies than we do. We are eating ourselves into a Wall E type existence.

If you’re my age (41) go look at your class pictures and find the fat kid. The ONE. There was always one fat kid, and I’m guessing when you see those pictures that fat kid is probably more typical looking today than you’d expect. Now take a look at any classroom in America and look at what we’ve done to our children.

Go look in a third grade classroom. Look at their pale skin and their doughy stomachs. Check for video games and cell phones. We want free range chickens, but gawd forbid our precious little princes should walk to school.

Ladies, I get that it’s hard to maintain a healthy weight. No one loves rich food more than I do. I know it’s hard to walk into the gym to try and become a mermaid. Let’s face it, I’m 41, my ass fell, but that doesn’t mean I get to sit on it all day.

Exercise more, eat a little less, spend more time naked and for the love of all things holy please stop pretending that fat is adorable. It’s killing you.

As much as I’m sure that Delphine Feiberg meant to tell everyone to love themselves, she’s doing you all a disservice. This model has a beautiful face, no doubt, and as wonderful as it is to open a magazine and have someone look like you, it’s deadly to pretend like we can’t do better.

Like Delphine I am not commenting on how anyone looks. This isn’t about fashion or being skinny. I’m not interested in discussions about anorexia. According to The American Anorexia and Bulimia Association 1,000 anorexics die each year. According to the surgeon general in 2003 (we’ve gotten bigger since then) more than 300,000 people died from their obesity.

In a dozen years we’ll look back on these fat affirming messages and wonder what people were thinking. These images are as life affirming as a Virginia Slims ad.

And now the meme: