Seriously, Girls?

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I’m just going to say this: I’m really sick and tired of all these stupid, scripted, “reality” shows that do little more than portray women as catty, unintelligent, shrieking, petty, ridiculous drama queens who do nothing more but throw insults at each other. Really, girls? We’ve come so far, fought so hard to be taken seriously…..for this?

The examples are everywhere and somehow, we’ve allowed it in to our homes each time we tune into Jersey Shore, Teen Mom, Pregnant and 16, Dance Moms, Bad Girls Club and countless other “reality” shows showing women wearing far too little clothing and far too much make up.

So tell me, what did we fight for? Why bother working to be taken seriously in the work place, in our homes, in society in general? For what? So the Sookies and Kim Kardashians and Paris Hiltons of the world can still show our little girls how worthless they are without big boobs, clown makeup and mini skirts that barely cover their hind ends?

Forgive me! I thought we women were better than that.

How Heavy is Your Grudge?

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All around me I hear it. “Do you remember when so and so did this?” “I remember when, two years ago, so and so said this to me!” 

It seems the older we get, the more “stuff” we feel we have to carry. By “stuff” I mean negativity, specifically those related to grudges or past wrongs. A while ago, I was having coffee with a friend of mine and relaying a story of extreme embarrassment, something I did to her. Although I had asked her forgiveness (and received it) at the time, I never forgot or forgave myself. So imagine my surprise, upon remembering it again, when she said, “When did that happen? I have no memory of that!” 

She had done what I had not. She forgave to the degree of forgetting. I still held that grudge against myself. And even though, I’ve forgiven myself, there are times when I look back on that event and cringe. 

Holding grudges is not anything new. We do it all the time. We hear people say, “I’ll forgive but I’ll not forget.” Actually, we should be saying, “I’ll forgive and I’ll learn a valuable lesson from this.” It takes effort to remember especially when remembrance often brings with it all those hurtful feelings we felt at the time. I can be perfectly content one minute and the next, by way of remembering the emotional abuse I suffered in my marriage, be totally upset and angry. Out of that rage stemming from events seven years old now, I’ll write something in my Facebook, or on Twitter – something hateful – because, you know, misery loves company. I really don’t want to let go of that anger; I just want others to feel it with me. 

When all is said and done, where does that leave me? Have I gained anything? No. Have I solved anything? No. I fight all over again to get back to my place of peace and contentment. Admittedly, in a divorce situation where children are involved, it’s easy to do this over and over and over again. But then what happens? Am I content to transfer any unresolved feelings to my children? Or is my grudge so heavy that I just need them to bear it with me? I can tell you it’s never, ever fair to ask anyone to help you carry a grudge when you simply need to lay it down. 

Of course, the most obvious problem of carrying a grudge is often the other person either doesn’t know or no longer cares about the event. They are content while you are miserable. Thus, not only are you carrying your grudge against them but now you have the added burden of being angry because they don’t recognize your grudge. And so the grudge keeps gaining momentum as it rolls downhill taking you with it. 

Because there are so many around me who love to bear their grudges and often want me to help carry them, I’ve begun the habit of asking people, “And how long ago did this happen?” I’m laying down my grudges. One by one, I cannot bear them any longer. I am resolved to be content and no one can or will disturb that without my permission. It’s true people may not change. It’s also true I cannot change people. However, I can change how I react them. I can determine what values I’ve learned. And I can resolve to forgive.

Understand two things about forgiveness. The first is it’s a process. Some days, you will need to remind yourself to remain in an attitude of forgiveness. The second is it doesn’t make what someone did you right. It doesn’t justify it at all. But it does release you from the pain and anguish. Trust me, every time I do this, I breathe a little easier! It’s so worth it! 

So, are you ready to shed a little emotional weight?

 

The Book of Face

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When Facebook popped on the scene, I remember thinking “Cool!“. Another way to keep in touch with people. I loved it. I friended my family and friends and began posting away. 

But then it morphed and became this entity. And the entity grew. Soon, companies were using it to expose unhappy employees. Relationships were made and broken on Facebook. It became alive. It developed its own voice and whispered in the ears of its users little monologues both good and bad. And people posted without thinking. It became a measuring tool. The more friends you had, the more popular you must be and people began friending everyone! 

I confess I was one of those who friended everyone, desperate to show the world and myself that I was worth something. My witty side came out and I found a place where I could be snarky as well as serious. I invited people into my life to share some very personal moments. I exposed my children. And I paid the price and so did my children. 

Recently, I decided my Facebook should only be for people I’m close with. So many of my co-workers and people I went to grammar/high school with were deleted. Did you hear what I said? I said I “deleted” them – not unfriended them. I know the correct term is “unfriend” however, if we were only ever acquaintances to begin with, then I can’t really “unfriend” you. Furthermore, the whole idea of “unfriending” promotes a negative attitude among people who really were never friends to begin with. 

Case in point – someone who I deleted messaged me recently upset that they were no longer on my Facebook. I politely explained to her that in all the time we were Facebook “friends”, we’d never communicated. Plus, I hadn’t seen her in several years so I felt the deletion justified. She was upset with me and took offense. 

Another case in point – My daughter Shelby is in color guard at school. The few of the girls decided it would be best if they all became Facebook friends in order to communicate. (They had also exchanged phone numbers to text each other.) Shelby came down sick with the flu and missed a competition. The night of the competition, she was in bed and watching TV. She posted that. Upon returning to school, this girl berated her for enjoying a tv show when she should have slept. Er? Knowing these two girls don’t get along, I asked Shelby why she was Facebook friends with her and she said this girl wanted it. I encouraged her to delete this person as there’s no reason why this person needs to know any of the details of her personal life. 

Facebook, like the media, seems to have grown into a larger monster than originally intended. The media was only supposed to raise awareness and report the news – not be a political entity on its own. Facebook was only supposed to connect people – not be a social entity which enables drama. Don’t we have reality TV for that? 

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not anti-Facebook. After all, it’s not Facebook’s problem (there I go – humanizing it) that people break up over what he/she said on their page. It’s the people who post without filters. However, I stand by my decision – if I would not ever entertain you in my home, I will not “friend” you. This doesn’t mean I dislike you. It doesn’t make me a mean person. It makes me careful about what I allow in my on-line home.