Friday, February 17, 2012

Religious Bullies

*Disclaimer: When I refer to religious people in this post, I'm not lumping every person of faith into one category. If you're a believer and you nod your head while reading this, thinking, "Yeah, I know someone like this," this post is not about you. If, however, you are offended by this post, it's probably because you are a religious bully. I don't apologize and I don't mince words.

Jessica Alhquist vs. Cranston High School West

I’ve been following this case for several months. It actually started back in 2010 when parents of students in the school complained about the (8-foot tall) prayer banner. The school responded by holding meeting after meeting, but resolving nothing. A family filed a lawsuit with the ACLU and 16 year old Jessica decided to become a plaintiff in that case against the city. On January 11, 2012, federal Judge Ronald R. Lagueux ruled that it was unconstitutional for the banner to hang in a public school. Here is a text of the banner:

Our Heavenly Father,
Grant us each day the desire to do our best,
To grow mentally and morally as well as physically,
To be kind and helpful to our classmates and teachers,
To be honest with ourselves as well as with others,
Help us to be good sports and smile when we lose as well as when we win,
Teach us the value of true friendship,
Help us always to conduct ourselves so as to bring credit to Cranston High School West.
Amen

Since Jews, Hindus, and Muslims do not refer to god as “Our Heavenly Father,” it is obvious that it is a Christian prayer.

The First Amendment is very clear: “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion.” This Amendment prohibits the government from establishing a national religion and promoting a preference of one religion over another. Public schools are governmental buildings. Therefore, prayers, religious artifacts, and religious banners are unconstitutional and have no place in the school.

James Madison’s original proposal for a bill of rights provision read, “The civil rights of none shall be abridged on account of religious belief or worship, nor shall any national religion be established, nor shall the full and equal rights of conscience in any manner, or on any pretence [sic], infringed.”

Most Christians feel “What’s the big deal?” That’s only because it’s about their religion. Remember the mosque outrage in NYC? Many Christians wanted all mosques removed from the city, even though many Muslims died in the Towers. It’s only “not a big deal” when it’s about Christianity. If the prayer had been from the Koran and praised Allah, would these same Christians be calling it a “historical document?” I think not.

The most troubling aspect about this has been the vitriol levied against this young girl. She’s been harassed, screamed out, threatened with death, called a “little witch,” and even called “an evil little thing” by her own State Representative, Palumbo. Here is an adult man, sworn to uphold the Constitution, fueling the hatred for this young girl who did the right thing. It's our Constitution. Yours and mine.

Prayer belongs in churches and homes. Not in city or state government offices or schools. Private speech is very different from government speech. As a private citizen, I can express myself, such as through this blog, and can say almost anything short of slander or inciting violence. The government cannot. The government must be impartial in matters of religion. That means no “Ten Commandments” plaques at the county courthouse, or invocations at city council meetings, or prayers at graduation ceremonies or football games, or nativity scenes at City Hall, or prayer banners at schools. If you want a nativity scene on your front lawn, go for it. Or put it outside a church. But don’t put it on land paid for by taxes.

I applaud her courage and wish more Christians acted “Christ-like” when confronted with constitutional issues. Here is just a sampling of the posts that have been tweeted about her (spelling not corrected):

“Gods going to fuck your ass with that banner you scumbag.”
“This girl honestly needs to be punched in the face.”
“Ima go drown that atheist in holy water.”
“Lets all jump that girl who did the banner.”
“I hope there’s lots of banners in hell when your rotting in there you atheist fuck.”

That’s just a small sampling of the hundreds of tweets and Facebook posts she’s received. Not very Christian or tolerant. When she won her court case, the Freedom from Religion Foundation, and others, attempted to send her flowers. Every florist in Cranston refused, some stating they wouldn’t deliver “to that person” (which is a violation of the Civil Rights Act). FFRF finally found a florist in Connecticut, Glimpses of Gaia, to drive an hour each way to deliver them. Remarkably, Jessica has maintained a sense of humor. You can read her acceptance speech at the Freedom from Religion Foundation’s Annual Convention last October here: http://ffrf.org/outreach/awards/student-activist-awards/jessica-ahlquist-thomas-jefferson-youth-activist/

There are reasons why many, many people believe that religion is harmful and divisive. Look at this one incident. It happens all over. It’s not enough to simply “look the other way” as many have suggested. What if it was a swastika? Or a flaming cross? How about a noose? Would “looking away” be the answer? No. All of these are offensive. And, when you’re a non-believer, religious idols are offensive when hoisted on you. You can’t ignore an 8-foot banner that you have to walk by every day. No one should have to. Tolerance needs to go both ways, but that’s rarely the case with Christian bullies. They’re never wrong and they think their god is the god and god should be displayed everywhere (forgetting, of course, the Third Commandment: “You shall not make for yourself an image in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below.”) Yeah, whoopsy. I guess in their zeal to condemn Jessica to an imaginary hell, they forgot to read the actual book they, supposedly, base their faith on. 

If you’re going to take the Commandments seriously, which most Christians don’t unless it furthers their cause, nearly every Christian would be going to hell for displaying a landscape drawing, a statue of Jesus, or a family vacation photo at the Grand Canyon. Or they'd be stoned to death for not observing the Sabbath.

Numbers 15:32-36:

While the people of Israel were in the wilderness, they found a man gathering sticks on the Sabbath day. And those who found him gathering sticks brought him to Moses and Aaron and to all the congregation.  They put him in custody, because it had not been made clear what should be done to him.  And the LORD said to Moses, “The man shall be put to death; all the congregation shall stone him with stones outside the camp.” And all the congregation brought him outside the camp and stoned him to death with stones, as the LORD commanded Moses.

In Exodus, it states you must rest, cannot work, cannot gather or prepare food from evening to evening, and cannot make a fire. "You shall keep the Sabbath, because it is holy for you. Everyone who profanes it shall be put to death. Whoever does any work on it, that soul shall be cut off from among his people.  Six days shall work be done, but the seventh day is a Sabbath of solemn rest, holy to the LORD. Whoever does any work on the Sabbath day shall be put to death." (Ex 31:14–15)

Not every religious person is intolerant. Some religious leaders in her community have come out to support her right to express her opinion and condone the attacks on her person, her family, and her character. But, generally speaking, most fundamentalists are the first ones to throw the proverbial stone and spew hatred “in the name of Jesus.” If he did exist, I’m thinking he’d be pretty pissed at the folks threatening violence.

The sad thing is the lack of understanding of the real issue – preserving the Constitution. This isn’t about banning God or a “war on God” as most zealots would have you believe. You can have God in your church, your home, your office, your car, your dorm room, or on your front lawn. Just not in a government building or on government-owned land. That’s it. Government buildings are a small fraction of one-percent of all the buildings in the country. You want to erect a giant cross on your lawn, go for it. You want to plaster your car with “Jesus fish” bumper stickers, you can. That’s private speech.

Not all Christians are Bible-thumping hypocrites. Most lead quiet, private lives (as Jesus instructed). "Be careful not to do your 'acts of righteousness' before men, to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven.” (Matthew 6:1)

Act piously to elicit the praise of others? Hmmm… kind of sounds like the GOP candidates, doesn’t it?

But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.” (Matthew 6:6) Most Christians seem to ignore this and pray openly in public, defying the very teachings they believe in. Again, it’s what furthers their cause, not what is actually written in the Bible.

A man’s pride will bring him low, But the humble in spirit will retain honor.” (Proverbs 29:23)

Planned Parenthood vs. The Susan G. Komen Foundation

Then we have the matter of the Susan G. Komen Foundation suspending their funding to Planned Parenthood. The “official” response, at the time, was a Florida House Republican (Stearns) initiated an inquiry into PP related to public funding (i.e., tax dollars) and abortions and that their “new” policy was to not give grants to companies under government investigation. (It should be noted that such an inquiry is not a formal investigation, so it wouldn’t fall under the “new” policy.)

PP, while offering abortions, in addition to dozens of other services, cannot use public funds to pay for this service. So, whenever you hear a religious nut ball saying “public funded abortions,” it’s a load of crap. PP has been around for 95 years. There have been zero cases of them misusing tax dollars. Zero. Many religious bullies have accused them many times via unscrupulous means (read: misleading internet stories and rumors) but nothing has ever been proven. Zero.

Most in the media and even the President of PP, Cecile Richards, knew the real reason was anti-choice, anti-women’s healthcare right-wing bigots pressuring SGK, relentlessly, over the breast cancer screening funding and they finally caved to the pressure. In addition, the SVP for public policy, Karen Handel, is staunchly anti-choice. When she ran for Georgia governor in 2010, she told voters she was "staunchly and unequivocally pro-life" and pledged to end state grants to Planned Parenthood clinics 1. She was hired in April 2011. Supposedly, the “new” policy was enacted last fall (but no firm dates have been made available by SGK)… followed by the inquiry by Stearns in September 2011. Convenient? I would say so. Standing up to bullies is tough and takes courage, commitment, and fortitude. I wonder what Susan Komen herself would have thought about giving in to religious coercion.

Religious bullying is at an all-time high. It’s not surprising companies and organizations, like SGK, that rely on donations to succeed, bow to the pressure and give in. A lot of companies come under fire because some dogmatic person thinks everyone should think the way they do. Access to birth control has been a struggle thanks to Christians. The Women’s Suffrage Movement dragged on for years longer than it should have thanks to Christian men quoting the Bible (Corinthians 14:34. “Women should remain silent in church for they are not permitted to speak but should be in submission, as the law says.” Or, Timothy 2:11-13. “Let the women learn in silence with all subjection. But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence.”). Slavery continued because it was condoned in the Bible. Gays and lesbians cannot marry because of religion. The list goes on.

A bad wife brings humiliation, downcast looks, and a wounded heart. Slack of hand and weak of knee is the man whose wife fails to make him happy.” (Ecclesiastes 25:25)

Rape

Rape, as a “spoil of war,” is common in the Bible. There are too many passages to list, but can be found in the Old Testament. After any war, God would command all men, boys, and married women to death, but the virgins could be taken as a prize. (And people don’t understand Islam’s fascination with virgins in heaven? Seems like the Bible is full of virgins for the taking, too!) It’s no wonder men viewed women as property for centuries. God commanded it. Women were less than men. They could be raped with impunity (if they were virgins). They couldn’t speak in church or against a man (especially their husband). They could be divorced and abandoned if a man grew tired of them. They were sold into slavery (never the sons). They were forced to marry their rapist. And they were “unclean” during menses and after childbirth. It’s interesting to note that the birth of a female child made the woman “unclean” twice as long as if she’d born a male.

Then there’s the part where a rape victim must marry her attacker. That is, if he’s found. “If a man happens to meet a virgin who is not pledged to be married and rapes her and they are discovered, he shall pay her father fifty shekels of silver. He must marry the young woman, for he has violated her. He can never divorce her as long as he lives.” (Deuteronomy 22:28-29) Can you imagine imposing this today? It’s bad enough that Oklahoma is trying to prevent a woman from getting an abortion after she’s raped (SB 1433).

If he’s not found, or no one hears her cries, she is stoned to death for being defiled. “If a man happens to meet in a town a virgin pledged to be married and he sleeps with her, you shall take both of them to the gate of that town and stone them to death—the young woman because she was in a town and did not scream for help, and the man because he violated another man’s wife. You must purge the evil from among you.” (Deuteronomy 22:23-24) I guess God didn’t realize a man can smother a woman to stop her cries. I guess that’s his version of “she had it coming.”

Remind me why anyone thinks this is a “good book” or a morality lesson? Murder, incest, rape. Where’s the morality? Nowhere. In fact, it gets worse….

Judges 19:22-29 tells the tale of a stranger who came to stay at the house of an old man in the town of Gibeah. The stranger had his concubine and a servant with him. When men of the town came knocking, asking for the stranger to come out so that they could know him “carnally,” the old man offered his virgin daughter and the stranger’s concubine. “Humble them and do with them as you please, but to the man do not do such a vile thing!” The concubine was raped and abused all night until the dawn and died at the doorstep of the old man’s house. How did the stranger honor her awful death? By carving her into 12 pieces, “limb by limb” and scattering her around Israel. But it didn’t end there. The Israelites battled the men of Gibeah. Over 25,000 men were “defeated” (murdered) by God. “The Lord defeated Benjamin before Israel” (Judges: 20:35). But that wasn’t enough. The Israelites went back and killed all the children and set fire to “all the cities they found” (Judges 20:48). But that still wasn’t enough. God is insatiable for blood and murder.

He then sent out 12,000 men to Jabesh Gilead and commanded them to “Go and strike the inhabitants of Jabesh Gilead with the edge of the sword, including the women and children” (Judges 21:11). It’s unclear how many that was, but let’s say 500 to be conservative. It had to be a considerable amount to send 12,000, but we’ll stick with 500 for argument’s sake. So, with the dead of Gibeah, we have close to 26,000 dead. Only a few of these were the actual perpetrators. How’s this logical or even reasonable? It would be like destroying a town and all its inhabitants today because one crime occurred. The rape could have been prevented had the old man simply locked his door and told the men to “fuck off!” Why did 26,000 people, innocent people, have to die? Compassionate God, I think not. He’s the biggest bully and murderer of all.

The Story of Lot
Two angels were staying with Lot. Much like Gibeah, men came knocking so that they could know the angels “carnally.” Lot answered, “I have two daughters who have not known man, you may do to them as you wish” (Genesis: 19:8). The men did not want the virgin daughters, so they crashed into the house where they were promptly blinded by the angels. (Why the angels couldn’t have done that sooner is beyond me!) The angels warned Lot to leave Sodom before it was destroyed. As they fled to Zoar, Lot’s wife looked back at the “fire and brimstone” and (poof!) turned into salt. After the destruction, Lot and his daughters dwelt in the mountains. This is when they (the daughters) hatched a devious plan to get their father drunk, have sex with him, and bear his children (Genesis 19:30-38). They succeeded, having a son each (boys, of course!!!).

Can you say incest?

Birth Control
This is the latest attack by religious bullies. They don’t want to dispense birth control in religiously-affiliated hospitals or offer it under an insurance policy. Churches are exempt. Catholics and other evangelicals are screaming “religious infringement.” Don’t they understand that affordable access to birth control reduces abortion and saves lives? If it’s about preventing unwanted pregnancies, give women access to birth control. If you’re fighting it on the grounds that God tells you to “go forth and multiply,” then how do you explain male masturbation? Seems to me that is the biggest waste of future kids than the pill, which is only 98.6% effective (give or take). All that spilled semen seems like a crime. But, since it’s MEN doing it, it must be okay. Only women’s reproductive health is an issue. Not Viagra, penile implants, or vasectomies (also a form of birth control, yes?). 

The "War" on Christmas
What I find most irritating about this fake war is the arrogance of most Christians. You don’t hear Jews pushing Menorahs or Muslims pushing Kwanzaa, or Wiccans displaying Gaia at City Hall. It’s always Christians. They constantly force their god on everyone else. They’re so sure they’re right that anyone who disagrees is “evil” or the “antichrist.” I think most choose ignorance over knowledge when it comes to their “holy book.” How else can you explain the contradictions in the Bible and still maintain it is the inerrant word of God? The most important story – the Resurrection – is contradicted in the gospels. There are 3 very different accounts. And not just about little things. When it happened, who was there, how many angels appeared – all of these things don’t add up. Don’t take my word for it. Read the Bible. Read each chapter, take notes on specific details, and compare. If one thing is wrong (and there are many things wrong), how can you trust the validity of the rest? You have two choices: Accept that the Bible was written by man and has no divine powers, or, ignore the facts and continue deluding yourself into believing the Bible was written by God… Who got his facts wrong. And makes mistakes. And makes you intolerant of others. 

And makes you a bully.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Cookies, cookies, and more cookies!

Most people know that I love to bake. I bake cupcakes and cookies predominantly, but also love to bake dog treats. I have an excellent taste tester in my dog, Huckleberry.

For New Year's, I decided to make some cookies. I had made cupcakes (3 dozen) for Christmas and gave them away to my co-workers at Senior Helpers and to the human owners of Huckleberry's best buds. I used recipes from Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World and The Joy of Vegan Baking to create Chocolate with Peanut Butter frosting, Strawberry with Strawberry Buttercream, and Maple Pecan with Maple Cream Cheese frosting. The PB frosting was divine! Huck helped me finish that off. (The great thing about vegan baking, besides it being delish, is that you don't have to worry about raw eggs and Salmonella so you can eat the raw dough and frosting.)

As for the cookies, Huck reminded me that we forgot to give our friends at Ark Pet Hospital some goodies. (Yes, I speak dog.) After putting our heads together, we came up with 3 options (all vegan natch). 


First up, Maple Almond Butter Chocolate Chip. These cookies have ZERO oil so you can feel good about eating them. They also have fiber and Omega 3s thanks to the addition of flax seeds (that's the binder in place of eggs).

INGREDIENTS
1/2 c whole wheat flour
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp maple flavored extract (you could sub maple syrup)
3/4 cup almond butter (I used unprocessed almond butter from Winco's grinder)
1/2 cup brown sugar
3 Tbsp flax meal plus 3 Tbsp water
1/2 c chocolate chips (I used semisweet)
Non-dairy milk as needed (I used coconut milk)


DIRECTIONS
In a small bowl mix the flax meal and water. In a stand mixer, cream the almond butter and brown sugar until well combined. Add the maple extract and flax meal mixture and mix again. 

In a separate bowl, whisk together the dry ingredients: whole wheat flour, baking soda, and cinnamon. Slowly add in the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients until incorporated. Fold in chocolate chips by hand (a spoon is pointless, so don't be afraid to get in there with your hands to smoosh the chips into the mixture). 


Using your hands, grab a chunk about the size of a golf ball, roll it between your hands, flattening it slightly and then place it on a greased baking sheet.


Bake at 350 degrees for 10-12 minutes. Let cool in the pan on a wire rack for 5 minutes. Transfer to a wire rack to finish cooling. 


These cookies will be chewy thanks to the flax meal and whole wheat flour.


Next up, Chocolate Chip cookies with no nuts. This recipe is from Vegan Cookies Invade Your Cookie Jar by Isa Chandra Moskowitz and Terry Hope Romero (pg. 35).


Chocolate Chip Cookies

Makes two dozen two inch cookies or about 16 three inch cookies.


INGREDIENTS
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup white sugar
2/3 cup canola oil
1/4 cup unsweetened almond milk (or your favorite non-dairy milk)
1 tablespoon tapioca flour
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 cups chocolate chips

DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 350 F. Lightly grease two large light metal baking sheets.

Mix together sugars, oil, milk, and tapioca flour in a mixing bowl. Use a strong fork and mix really well, for about 2 minutes, until it resembles smooth caramel. There is a chemical reaction when sugar and oil collide, so it’s important that you don’t get lazy about that step. Mix in the vanilla.

Add 1 cup of the flour, the baking soda and salt. Mix until well incorporated. Mix in the rest of the flour. Fold in the chocolate chips. The dough will be a little stuff so use your hands to really work them in.


For 3 inch cookies, roll the dough into about ping pong ball size balls. Flatten them out in your hands to about 2 1/2 inches. They will spread just a bit. Place on a baking sheet and bake for about 8 minutes – no more than 9 – until they are just a little browned around the edges. I usually get 16 out of these so I do two rounds of eight cookies. Let cool on the baking sheet for about 5 minutes then transfer to a cooling rack.


For 2 dozen two inch cookies roll dough into walnut sized balls and flatten to about 1 1/2 inches and bake for only six minutes.


Finally, quite possibly the best cookie. E.V.E.R. This cookie is from the fantastic cookbook, The Joy of Vegan Baking by Colleen Patrick-Goudreau (she has several - check her out!!)


I changed up the nuts - I used pecans instead of walnuts. If you're a crazy cookie traditionalist, use walnuts. Rock on with your bad self.

INGREDIENTS
4 and 1/2 teaspoons Ener-G Egg Replacer (equivalent of 3 eggs)
6 tablespoons Water
1 cup non-hydrogenated, nondairy butter (I use Earth Balance), softened
3/4 cup granulated sugar
3/4 cup firmly packed light or dark brown sugar (I used dark)
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 1/4 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 to 2 cups nondairy semisweet chocolate chips (I used organic dark chocolate chips)
1 cup chopped nuts (optional)
DIRECTIONS
Preheat the oven to 375 F. Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper or use a non-stick cookie/baking sheet. 

In a food processor or blender, whip the egg replacer powder and water together, until it’s thick and creamy. I used the whisk attachment on my Kitchen Aid stand mixer and let it run while I got everything else together. You want it to get frothy and creamy like whipped cream. Move the mixture to another bowl. Wipe the mixing bowl clean (or don't bother - I didn't). 

Cream together the butter, granulated sugar, brown sugar, and vanilla. Add the egg replacer mixture to the creamed butter and sugar and thoroughly combine. In another bowl, combine the flour, baking soda, and salt.

Gradually beat the flour mixture into the wet mixture until it begins to form a dough. When it is almost thoroughly combined, stir in the chocolate chips and nuts, if using.

Bake 8-10 minutes, or until golden brown.

Let stand for 2 minutes on the baking sheet; then transfer the cookies to wire racks to cool completely before storing. 

Try not to eat them all. I dare you!!

Saturday, December 31, 2011

What I Want for 2012.

If I had the power to create exactly what I want for 2012, I would like to see politicians, corporate executives, and others in positions of power and influence follow their conscience and not their lust for power or their wallets.

I would like to see environmentalists actually giving a shit about the environment by not supporting the very industry with the largest carbon footprint. If you are eating factory-farmed meat, fish, eggs, or dairy, you are not an environmentalist. Period.

I would like to see elephants roaming wild, not prodded by bull hooks, whipped with chains, beaten into unnatural positions, and forced to perform for our “amusement.”

I would like to see whales swimming in the ocean, peaceful, and singing, without murderous hunters chasing them with torpedo boats, trying to kill them by the thousands so some Japanese man can get an erection.

I would like to see horses running wild across the plains, not cooped up in a stall no bigger than they are, pregnant, hooked up to machines extracting their urine for a drug called Premarin, or rounded up by helicopter, exhausted and scared, and exported to Canada or Mexico for slaughter, or confined to a carriage 16 hours a day in freezing winter or scorching summer, worked until they collapse.

I would like to see less religious zealotry in politics, the judicial system, and the public arena. Antiquated ideas about morality, especially from a book filled with genocide, subrogation of women, infanticide, slavery, rape, incest, murder, intolerance, and animal sacrifice, need to be replaced with reason, critical thinking, and empathy. Isn’t it time we evolved past bigotry, sexual discrimination, women subservient to men, false piety, religious litmus tests, and hatred? Are 2,000 year old ideas really how we want to decide our future?

I would like to see more compassion. Compassion for each other, the planet, and the animals. As long as we continue to take life, from capital punishment to what’s on our dinner plate, from hunting animals into extinction like the Black Rhino, or continuing to overpopulate the planet, we are surely devising our own ultimate extinction as we destroy the climate and use up what is left of our resources.

I would like to see rabbits, foxes, leopards, and minks allowed to wear their own fur, to not be anally electrocuted and skinned alive for ridiculous Haute Couture. Faux is fab!

I would like to see companies stop poisoning, blinding, and killing hundreds of thousands of dogs, cats, primates, mice, rats, pigs, and rabbits in order to test out their oven cleaners, mascaras, dish soap, detergents, and other toxic chemicals. I would like to see companies stop forcing chimps to inhale toxic fumes, force-feeding dogs pesticides, and rubbing corrosive chemicals into the eyes of rabbits.

I would like to see more responsible pet ownership and less backyard breeding, abuse, and neglect, leading to the euthanasia of over 4 million shelter animals.

I would like to see fewer people with hands clasped in fruitless prayer, or reaching for a hand out, or raised in anger against their neighbor, and instead working with those hands to make this a better world for all.

I would like to see less superstition and more reason. The sooner we stop looking to something mystical to save us and start looking to ourselves for the solution, the better off we will be.

I would like to see fewer reality shows showing women as mindless media whores or baby-making machines and instead encourage girls to be strong, independent, curious, contrary, and fierce; to stand on their own two feet and to reach for the stars.

I would like to see fathers encouraging their daughters to be confident, to build up their self-esteem, and remind them that it’s okay to be smart and strong and that a man does not make her worthy; that her worth is already inside her.

I would like to be confident enough to let it all hang out and stop worrying about the number on the scale, counting calories, and thinking no one will love me unless I’m skinny.

I would like to figure out the next chapter of my life – to find my purpose – and pursue it with passion and certitude instead of floundering and feeling lost.

I would like to take more risks, to not be afraid to try something completely unorthodox, even if I fail at it.

I would like to stop worrying that I have squandered my potential and wasted 20 years of my life.

I would like to stop feeling “less than” and start feeling “good enough.”

I would like more people to turn their headlights on in the fog and rain (What? Did you think they’d all be Earth-shatteringly important?).

I would like to be less jaded about the future of our country, the level of incivility in politics, the educational system’s apparent lack of actual education, and people in general. 

These are some of the things that I would like to see happen in 2012. I may want more next year. 

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Thirteen

Almost thirteen and leaving behind the awkward “tween” years. Gone would be the teasing cry, “Four Eyes!” No more bulky glasses with the thick lenses or worries about being “blind” without them or getting them knocked off my face in P.E. No more red marks on my nose or fogged up glasses coming in from the cold. I’ve worn glasses for so long I can’t remember what my face looks like without them. Every picture in the house shows me bespectacled.

The day has arrived. Contact lenses! The doctor arrives wearing his usual white coat, brown polyester pants that match his thick, wavy hair, and bulky striped tie. He hitches his pants up and sits on his stool next to me. The wheels squeak as he inches closer, the soles of his shoes skidding on the floor. His breath is stale – did he forget to brush? It’s hot on my face as he checks my eyes and inserts the contacts. How do they feel? Weird. Itchy. Blinking. They don’t hurt. Where’s the mirror?

I want to see….

Oh, no, I gasp. Is that me? It can’t be. Who is this person? This is not the face I remember when I was 7 B.G. (before glasses). I start to cry. My eyes look small and squinty, now red from crying. My nose looks so big, my face blotchy, and my chin, with that stupid dimple in the middle that I hate, looks magnified.

I feel so ugly.

The tears keep coming, faster now like a tidal wave. “What’s wrong?” my mother asks. “I’m ugly,” I gulp in reply. Who is this person? My crying irritates my mother. “You’re embarrassing me,” she hisses. “Who’d you expect to see?” she asks. “Someone pretty,” I sob. “But you are pretty,” she says. “You have to say that because you’re my mother,” I moan. It’s hopeless. She’ll never understand.

I stand in front of the mirror until I can take it no longer. The tears have ebbed, but the feelings of despair and disappointment remain. What do I do now? How am I supposed to go to school on Monday? What names will they call me now?

A lifetime of self-doubt born on that day.

Who am I?

Not Here

I look into your eyes, but all I see is emptiness and contempt.

I look into your eyes, wondering when you stopped loving me and started loving someone else.

I hold your hand, but gone is the gentleness that once stroked my hair and touched my face.

I hold your hand, wishing for you to wipe away my tears, but you simply brush me away.

I kiss your lips, but they are cold to the touch and tight with regret.

I kiss your lips, but am stung by their bitterness, like a slap to my face.

I hear your voice, but all of the sweet words are gone, replaced with knocks and put downs.

I hear your voice, a voice that once brought me joy now brings me sorrow and pain.

I hold you in my arms, but you hug me like a stranger who you just met.

I hold you in my arms, but no one hugs me back.

I am alone, but I am free.

Quiet Time

The house is warm, too damn warm.
            Borderline inferno-hot.
            Nothing stirs in the silent
            house except for the soft hum
            of the motor in the old
            brown recliner that tilts back
            to a sitting position.
            The room’s still air matches her
            quiet desperation at
            growing old and forgetful.
She sits perched on her recliner
            like she has done so many times
            before today. Book in hand,
            she squints her eyes and tilts the
            book towards the light so that
            she can read the tiny print.
Soft chuckles escape her lips
            as she reads. Her feet moving
            up and down as if she is
            keeping time with the story
            she is reading. I wonder
            what bad guy she is quietly
            pursuing from the comfort
            of her recliner and warm house.
Her kitty cat is nearby.
            Curled into a ball on the
            ottoman that’s near her feet,
            unaware of the chase that
            seems to be unfolding on the
            pages in the book in the
            hands of her faithful owner.
            Soft purrs waft up into the
            still room, breaking the silence. 

Veg Out

I’ve always said, well, maybe not always, but recently, that there are three topics that can always start an argument: What god you believe in (or don’t), what political party you vote for, and what foods you eat (specifically meat eaters versus vegetarians).
For some reason, when people learn that I’m vegan, one of two statements follows: “Where do you get your protein?” or “Yeah, gee, you know, I don’t really eat that much meat.” I find both amusing for very different reasons. The protein thing is funny because I used to be one of those people asking that very question of my vegan friend twelve years ago. Once I got educated (or VEGucated, if you will. Okay, I stole that from Marisa Miller Wolfson.), I realized how silly the question is. A lot of mammals are herbivores. Think of cows. They weigh hundreds of pounds. Clearly, they get everything they need from plant foods. At least they would if they were allowed to graze on actual grass and not confined to dirty feedlots, eating a soy bean and corn diet, or worse, the brains of dead friends. (Hello, Bovine Spongiform Encephalopathy? One order of Mad Cow Disease, please.).
It seems so obvious now, but for a long time I was clueless. Self-imposed stupidity. Sometimes it is easier to bury your head in the sand than acknowledge what is really going on and changing your habits, especially when it comes to factory farming and slaughterhouses. I avoided those images for a very long time. It’s easy to convince yourself that it’s not really happening or that it’s just that one slaughterhouse. There’s something disconnected about the way we view the food on our plates and the animals on a farm. We use creative words to describe things in a way that makes them easier to eat – chop, crispy, bacon, steak, drumstick. We learn as kids to place cows, pigs, and chickens in one category; dogs, cats, horses in another. One group we eat and wear, the others we don’t.
The “I don’t eat much meat” statement is obviously a knee-jerk reaction to my eating no animals. The funny part is when they start listing all the “not much meat” they actually eat. “I eat a burger every once in a while, you know, maybe once or twice a week. Fish, too, but just salmon. And shrimp – are they considered fish? Oh, and crab. I love crab. Chicken, but just a couple of times a week. But that’s about it. Oh, and bacon. I loooooove bacon. Who doesn’t love bacon, right? The Divine Swine……” It’s usually around this point that their voice trails off and they stop talking and the awkward silence settles in until someone clears their throat and starts talking about something neutral, like the war in Iraq.
There is something freeing about living your values. I like knowing that something hasn’t died for my appetite. I attended a dinner recently for a local dog and cat rescue. There wasn’t one vegetarian, let alone vegan, item on the menu. When I mentioned it to one of the organizers, she just looked at me with a confused expression on her face. I asked her if she thought it was odd that we’re trying to save one animal while eating another. She didn’t. “Cows and chickens don’t live in our homes, so why should we try to rescue them?” Um, well, I wasn’t suggesting that we should go out and rescue all of them necessarily, just not serve them at a benefit for animals. It’d be like wearing leather at an anti-fur rally. She wasn’t getting it and made a hasty exit, far, far away from me.
People get defensive for no apparent reason. It is odd how a simple acknowledgment, like “I’m vegan,” causes people to get their backs up and feel the need to explain (justify?) their eating habits. I got into a heated debate (argument really) with a good friend over this very issue. The most unfortunate part of the conversation was that it took place in my car in the middle of a long, five-hour drive. You can’t really go anywhere in a Prius, even if you’re not speeding down the highway. Our “discussion” centered around milk and cheese and how she could “never give up cheese” and “what’s the big deal anyway?” it’s just milk and it’s not like any cows die or anything, right? Um…. well, no!!! When I started to explain that dairy cows are repeatedly impregnated and male calves are sold for veal, she emptied both barrels. Her reaction was damn near nuclear. 
Talking to her, with her in that state, was next to impossible. She was throwing out wild assertions like “dairy cows aren’t slaughtered for meat” and “cows can lactate for three years.” I kept repeating “that’s not true,” which only made her scream, “IT IS TRUE!” Even when I reminded her of a meat recall in California in which downed dairy cows made it into the human food supply as hamburger for the school lunch program and the fact that we humans (mammals, like cows) can’t lactate for three years unless we become pregnant again, she kept on yelling that I was wrong.  
She then accused me of having an agenda. An agenda? Yes, a (gasp!) vegan agenda to make everyone stop eating animals. “It’s impossible!!” She shrieked. Her suggestion was to make their life “better” before we murder them. Oh, great idea. Who defines “better?” Us or the animals? I’m thinking the pig has a vested interest in how that conversation goes. As for an agenda, I don’t have one, but if I did, stopping the senseless deaths of 100 billion animals worldwide each year sounds like a pretty awesome agenda to have. Sign. Me. Up! Second, I don’t expect Eskimos, living on a frozen tundra, to grow broccoli and make tofu. I’m not an idiot. Third, what about the “agenda” of the meat, dairy, and egg industries? How many “happy asparagus” commercials do you see on TV? How many “Got hummus” mustaches adorn the upper lip of celebrities in magazines? When have you ever seen, “Tofu. It’s what’s for dinner,” on a billboard? Yeah. My big agenda. Hold on while I get the Kale lobbyist on the phone. Oh, that’s right. There isn’t one.
I still talk about veganism (clearly). I “bake and release” as I like to call it (keeps me from Hoovering up a dozen cupcakes and I can dispel myths about vegan foods). I share news stories about animal abuse and factory farms with friends on Facebook. I espouse the health benefits whenever nutrition comes up. Occasionally, I pick fights with people wearing T-shirts that say, “I like animals… on my plate.” I challenge the idea that dogs and cats are the only animals that shouldn’t be slaughtered. There are, of course, some people that you just can’t reach. People who raise animals and then kill them will not be moved to change based on compassion. 
We each have our own path in life and have to follow our inner ethical compass. For me, that means living as compassionate a life as possible. Am I perfect? Hardly. But, as the brilliant activist and author Colleen Patrick-Goudreau said, “Don’t do nothing because you can’t do everything. Do something. Anything.” This is my anything.