Today I started my day by reading three different stories where incidents had occurred between a woman and a man. The man was definitely in the wrong in each story, providing that the stories were accurately reported, but what struck me was where each story led. Three different writers all ended up with the same theme, one man did a bad thing and therefore all men are bad and women were cautioned to expect the exact same incident from any and all the men that they know.
This seems to be the norm now – the idea that a man is a rapist/pig/stupid/violent/abusive animal, incapable of participating in the same world that women occupy. The jokes are no longer good-natured and funny. Instead, there is a decided barb to every comment women seem to make about men. Women are even translating that into promoting and celebrating violence against men. Continue reading
People look at the state of the world and ask how we got to be this way, as if they have no idea where the attitudes and thought processes come from that support a world going to hell, sans the hand basket at this point.
The world reflects the attitudes and practices of US! WE are the world. There is no separation of what we practice in our daily lives and what is going on around us.
This past week is a perfect example. A tragedy hit in our neighbourhood and a very small dog , the pet of two small girls, was killed by something. The father found the bloodied remains in his yard upon returning home late one afternoon. He shared the news with the local paper where it made front page. I presume he did so for a number of responsible, community minded reasons. There have been a series of attacks by animals over the past while, some identified as dog attacks, the others unknown. The owner of the dog assumes it was a dog attack but does not say why he assumed that, and no experts were called to establish that fact, and there are no other supporting facts offered in the story. Continue reading
Is it “suicide” when you take even one person with you? Or, do we call that “murder? Murder comes in degrees, the worst degree being the one where you plotted and planned it. Compassion for illness that may have caused the incident, is up against compassion for the 150 people who had no choice, some of them children. I think of all of their hopes and dreams, and their only crime being in the wrong place at the wrong time with a man who “wanted to show the world.” I have compassion for their families. There was a poster I shared from a friend on here the other day about wanting to remember the name of the pilot who tried to stop it, not the one who caused it. Maybe we need to ask ourselves about fame and what it has done to us . . . that 15 minutes of fame is a worthy ransom for thousands of lives around the globe.
So many questions.
I have been watching, listening and reading about the Germanwings airplane crash. Like so many of the situations currently facing us in today’s world, there are no quick and easy answers. We pull apart the reasons we can find, arguing with one another about their validity and in the end, we all go home dissatisfied with the outcome. Because, the outcome will never be the undoing of what happened.
And the truth is, we all have headaches from trying to understand and make sense of it all.
We want sympathy for the co-pilot who suffered with mental illness. We make the plane crash about mental illness and argue that too many people suffer silently, afraid to let anyone know, and when someone has to live their life in that kind of pain, they are going to snap. This one is easy, while pursuing awareness for mental health we neatly place the pilot in another group . . . the one labelled, “not me.” We can let go some of the responsibility when what happened is about “other people.” We can be less vigilant in our own lives.
There are people who blame the co-pilot completely, without any compassion for him or his mental illness. They refuse to be sidetracked. They need someone to blame and he is the most identifiable target.
Cue the people who then point to the last group and say they are part of the problem that marginalizes people with mental health issues. They suggest that THIS is the real problem we need to address. Continue reading
Dear Gen Y;
Life is hard. You had some bumps along the road. Unfortunately, part of the pain that can come from our childhood is because we were often powerless to do anything about the things that happened. Life was what our parents made, or didn’t make, of it. We were just along for the ride. Children have to rely on the goodness of others, even strangers sometimes, to protect them. More often than not, those people either lacked goodness or simply did not see what was going on. Continue reading
One of the great things about being an adult as long as I have is that no-one ever questions you anymore when you go to sit at the adult table. How I remember looking at that table and then back at the make-shift coffee table substitute where I was supposed to sit with all the little kids who had trouble finding their mouths to put the food in and then difficulty maneuvering that mouth to keep the food in. I cursed a lot. I did not know any curse words back then but sometimes the tone is enough to convey the emotion.
I was never a kid.
I was an adult trapped in a kid’s body. Continue reading