Thought You Should Know Thursday – Blogging stuff, and meat.

Here are some things I may or may not have forgotten to tell you, but I thought you should know:

 

 

  • Also, if you are a blogger and attending or dreaming of attending the conference in Manhattan – I submitted a Room Of Your Own Session and you can tell me if you would attend or not here: There Is No Box.  Deadline for votes is *ahem* Thursday (today) at 5pm PST.  I, of course, submitted totally last minute yesterday because I’m still consumed by my new baby and forget stuff.

 

  • If you live in Manhattan, or will be there this summer, you should know that I. Am. Coming.

 

 

  • In the same vein, you should know that meat is trying to kill us – Harvard says so.

 

  • And just to create controversy within this one single post, McDonald’s has a contest they want me to tell you about.  Now through April 18th, they are seeking inspiring stories from families who cook using wholesome ingredients.  Families with kids ages 8-11 can enter at the Happy Meal Chefs Contest Page.   There is a trip to the Olympics in London up for grabs, and the chance to help chef Dan Coudreaut create new “nutrition-minded” Happy Meals.

 

  • Also, I do not promote processed food – but I know for many, there are occasions where there is very little option.  I do promote change, and the above mentioned contest may be a tiny step in the right direction.

 

Just thought

you

should

know.

 


Hail to the evolution of parenting.

I read a blog post on BlogHer the other day titled, Why Our Parents Put Us To Shame.  While I agree there are some things we can take away from how we were parented, I found myself disagreeing with most of the article.

Parenting has evolved over the last fifty years.  Part of evolution is keeping what works, throwing away what doesn’t, and improving on what we can.  We didn’t ride in car seats or buckle our seat belts, and my husband’s Aunt would stick forks into light sockets on a regular basis as a small child.

I don’t think our parents put us to shame in the least.  Here are some of the points made in the article that I see a little differently.

They cooked meals. It’s true that processed and fast foods are slowly killing us, but I think society is aware of this.  It seems to me there is a widely popular return to whole foods and actual “cooking.”  But on top of that – if you’re in a bind, pressed for time, or traveling – you can now easily find a boxed meal of some sort that won’t give you an instant heart attack.

They sent us outside to play.  The article I read talks about being encouraged to play outside, and often after dark.  I agree that we need to encourage our children to play outside – a lot.  Sitting in front of a computer or video game can quickly become addicting.  But I also believe technology can exercise the brains of our children in ways we didn’t experience.  The key is balance, and most of us are smart enough to know how to find that balance.  I also would not encourage my child to play outside after dark, or unsupervised like I did as a child.  I live in an urban area.  I like to know where my child is.  I don’t find it over protective.  I find it smart.

They weren’t afraid to discipline us.  It’s true that parents of generations past were not afraid to spank, yell, whip, or tell a child he or she is bad.  I personally did not experience this.  My parents were not afraid of discipline, but I remember being grounded, or restricted from a certain event I wanted to attend.  I know a lot of parents who are not afraid of discipline, their definition just differs from their parents.  A “gentler discipline” has come into play and I don’t see anything wrong with it.  I believe it is possible and essential to discipline and teach our children without belittling them, resorting to violence, or crushing their self esteem.

They weren’t parenting philosophy zealots.  The woman who wrote the article reminisces about parents at a ball game, all cheering and spending time together.  Today, she is dismayed at the separation of families by philosophy (attachment parenting, vegan family, non vaccinating family), and the “soapbox” that some parents preach from.  While I agree that there needs to be less climbing on the soapbox, I kind of like that we are a generation of thinking parents.  Mothers and fathers are taking the time to do research, think long and hard, and make decisions on what they think is best for their family.  There isn’t one and only way.  The parents of today ask questions, and questions lead to knowledge.

They allowed us to make friends.  The argument here is that modern parents are too worried about checking out the parents of the kids their kids are playing with.  I have heard of parents doing background checks and checking facebook pages as a way of screening.  I believe our parents may have been too lax about this and this kind of screening is a backlash to that.  I remember playing with kids on my street on a regular basis, and my parents never having even met theirs.  The statistics of my generation are also staggering on the number of children molested and abused by neighbors, and friends’ parents.  I’ll let my child make friends organically, but before he spends time at another house, you can bet I’m going to know what I can about that friend’s parents.

Yes, modern parenting can come with some crap to sort through.  Sometimes we are over informed.  Sometimes we are “helicopter” parents.  Sometimes we work too hard, and forget to sit quietly together as a family.  But we have learned to carry with us some great things we’ve learned from our parents, and discard or rebel against what didn’t work.  I’m not saying our parents didn’t do the best they could.  I’m saying things change.  We live in a time where we can look back on decades of research and make informed decisions.  We live in a time where we can learn to use modern conveniences to our advantage.

And for the most part… we’re better than our parents.  That’s exactly how it should be.  That’s evolution.  And if we do it right… the next generation will be better than us.

BlogHer ’11 withdrawal — very real, very serious.

Since returning from San Diego, and the BlogHer ’11 convention, I’m struggling to function.

I found myself walking in circles this morning in my living room, looking for the pavilion that would have breakfast waiting for me.  I never found it.

I’m sad… because I know there were hundreds of people I didn’t get a chance to meet at the convention.  Today, at my house… I met zero.

I gave the mailman my business card. He smiled at me and gave it back.

I wanted to write a blog post last night, but I felt slushy, foggy, and blocked.  I raised my hand thinking the panel of speakers might be able to help me.  My hand went numb waiting for the mic wrangler that never came.

My three year old keeps wanting to play with my badge, but I WILL NOT TAKE IT OFF.

At the playground, I got the distinct feeling that no one was there to learn.  In fact, it seemed as if most people felt they knew it all.

I want to decorate all the little paper bags in my home.

No one has asked me where I blog, or what my Twitter username is for over 24 hours!  I’m beginning to think that people don’t care.

I don’t know how to function in this post BlogHer world.

I have the shakes. I’m getting all twitchy, and if a bunch of people don’t come over and start using phrases like, women in media, blog post, and authentic voice, I’m going to lose it.

I’m having withdrawal… and it feels serious.

I went to the grocery store…

and no one was hugging each other.

Who wants to live in a world like that?

 

We can be on a break, but we are NOT breaking up.

I’m starting to learn a lot about you.

A lot of you are parents… but not all.

Most of you are college educated.

Very few of you are actually people I know in real life.

Out of every 100 of you that read, an average of 5 leave a comment.

And over 60% of you are NOT bloggers.

That means that the majority of my readers have no idea what the BlogHer ’11 conference is.

Well… in little less than 24 hours, I will be driving to San Diego to attend one of the biggest blogging conferences in the country.  I will be there for three days, and for about three more, this website will likely be taken over by posts about the conference, and pictures from said conference.

If you have absolutely no interest in blogging, the blogging world, or odd social media conferences, then I understand if you need to take a break.

But we are NOT breaking up.

We’ve got too good a thing going.

Did I also mention that I am being honored as one of the Voices Of The Year, and have to get up in front of thousands of people for the Community Keynote?

With something that important happening, it is quite possible I may fart loudly, pee my pants, fall in a toilet, insult an A-lister, or start a large fire.

I could also rock everyone’s faces off, and be crowned queen of everything sweet and salty.

Either way… it could be a good time here over the next week.

So, if you want to pretend to “take a break”, and come visit in the middle of the night anyway – I won’t tell.

But I still expect flowers when the “break” is over.

 

 

 

Very honored. Very pregnant. Very terrified.

I have not been shy about sharing my anxiety and social awkwardness with all of you.  I was not always this way, but things have happened in my life that have dramatically changed the way I approach the world. My anxiety has been my shadow for the last eight years now.

I am only anxious with strangers… and crowds… and when I am alone.

But since I’ve deemed this the Year of the Scary for me, I decided to challenge myself by attending my first ever blogging conference.  In two weeks I am going to BlogHer ’11 in San Diego.

For the sixty percent of my readers who are not bloggers- this conference is HUGE.  This conference is one of the biggest, most respected in the country.

It will be crowded.

I will be there alone.

I won’t know a single soul.

I will be forced to “network”.

But wait…

Wait for it…

I was also chosen to present some of my work at the keynote.

I was chosen as one of the Voices Of The Year in the humor category.

I found out last night.

I am very honored.

I am also very pregnant.

There was crying. There was laughing. There was jumping. There was the passing of gas.

And now there is the hand wringing.

I will be standing up in front of thousands and saying “Here is something I did.  Please love me.”

Did I mention I will be seven months pregnant? There will be no calming of the nerves with alcohol… or Xanax.  Just me, sober, with sausage legs, a basketball belly, and a baby bouncing on my bladder.

It could be a recipe for disaster.

Or the opportunity to don my superhero cape and have one of the best moments of my life.

I’ll let you know.

 

PS- A very big thank you to the BlogHer Voices Of The Year Committee, for honoring me, and terrifying the shit out of me. I can’t wait.