Children

July 20, 2008

Hypocrite, me? Yes, you!

 
The Aran Islands, Co.

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I want to tell you a story.  A sad story.  I'm going to follow that story up with something you don't want to hear.  Something you know to be fundamentally true, but you rationalise your way out of it.  Leave now, if you don't want to hear it.

A few weeks ago, I was driving home when a puppy ran out on the road.  I saw a little boy jump up and run after him.  Thankfully the little boy stopped at the edge of the road.  Unfortunately for him, he witnessed his faithful puppy being mowed down by a Landrover. The SUV kept on going, seemingly oblivious to the destruction it had just caused. 

I pulled over.  The little boy ran out and grabbed the already dead puppy with his little hands and started sobbing.  I opened my door and was about to get out when he ran back across the street with his precious puppy in his arms.  It was absolutely heart breaking.  He must have been about seven or eight and to see his dog effectively murdered was probably extremely traumatic.  My heart went out to him and it has been killing me ever since.

I have told numerous people this story in the last week and all of them were understanding and sympathetic.

As a social experiment I then rewind.  I tell them the puppy and the boy dashed out of a halting site, which they did.  All of a sudden a previously tragic incident becomes funny.  "Well, why didn't you say it was a knacker puppy?"  That sickens me.

The Ireland I left in the eighties was a very conservative society.  It has done an about face today and has become incredibly liberal.  The younger society is extremely progressive, passionately speaking against homophobia, atrocities abroad, racism and fighting for what's right.  However other than fat people and smokers, there is one group of people that are discriminated against constantly.  The travellers.

I brought the Yankee husband to visit Ireland shortly after we were married.  We went to lunch with my Nana and her sister and brother-in-law.  Himself just about fell off his chair when one of them muttered something about black people being the dirtiest of people.  I had to restrain him.  They didn't mean any harm, they seriously just knew no better.  They're in their late eighties and arguing with them at this point was not going to help. 

Himself was shocked by this for many years.  When we moved over he was also shocked at how people treat the Travellers.  How could any group of people be singled out in such a way?  He's American.  They don't operate like that, see.

Being just nine when I left, my only contact with travellers had not been good.  Growing up in Clonsilla, we were always told to bring our toys in at night in case "the knackers would take them."

Having spent most of my life elsewhere I too took a liberal stance when we moved back and was appalled at how they were treated.  The funny thing is, I still feel that way - himself, however - does not.  He works in retail and has seen the worst of them.  They steal, they cause fights and generally make his day harder.  He generalises and stereotypes them like the best Irishman.  I can't fathom this change of heart.

But he most certainly isn't alone.  I bring our old clothes to St. Vincent De Paul and have been told by numerous people that I shouldn't because "it just goes to the knackers."

I know it's true that statistics aren't on their side, but the same can be said of many minority groups.  In the United States statistics show that more violent crime is committed by black people than any other race, yet that doesn't allow people to blatantly discriminate against them, nor should it.

The same should apply here in Ireland.  I also can't help but think it's a vicious cycle.  It goes back to basic psychology.  If you tell someone they are bad and unwanted, they start to believe it and act out accordingly.

What really kills me though, are the children.  That little boy with the puppy was a LITTLE BOY!  He has his whole life in front of him.  Think of the things he could do with it.  But society is preventing that.  These children are not being given the same opportunities that our children are and that is wrong.  I understand that a lot of responsibility lies with the parents, but we have to step in at some point.

The main halting site here is across from the school.  As far as I'm concerned, some government official should be at that halting site everyday dragging those kids across the road to school.  We owe it to these kids to break the cycle.

I know this post is likely to bring about a lot of "But they fill-in-the-blank" type comments, but I don't care.  We are being hypocrites.  We scream and shout about the injustices that other minorities suffer, we yell about atrocities abroad, yet we constantly abuse and bash travellers here at home.  What is human about that?  Where is our pride and dignity?  It's time we put our money where our mouths are.  Do we really believe in liberty and democracy? Well, then surely it applies to everyone.

That is all.

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April 22, 2008

Nip and Tuck

The irony that this ad is made by Dove does not escape me, however it is well worth a watch for anyone with young girls.  I was never fat as a child, but my mother was constantly on diets and obsessed with her weight.  One day when I was about ten she decided I was fat too and dragged me to Weight Watchers.  The result? I ended up fat and have struggled with my weight ever since, once topping the scales at 350lbs!  My Mom made food an issue.  I was a slightly chubby tween that would have been just fine had she left me alone.  Instead she deprived me of everything good and turned me into a craving machine.  I do not want that for my girls.  They are perfectly healthy now and I plan on keeping them that way.  :)

H /T Blissfully Domestic
 

December 23, 2007

Does the Santa Claus threat actually work?

Come late November I was excited because it had gotten to the point of the year that I could begin to use the Santa Claus threat.  No more shouting, no more naughty step, just a brief mention of the man in red and the bad behavior ceases.  Well, it worked last year. 

This year they are calling my bluff.  They know the fat man's going to come one way or the other.  Considering this is only the fourth Christmas for the eldest, I'd say they're pretty sharp.  She's obviously clued the little one in too. 

I figure the only way to nip this in the bud is to go out and buy a sack of coal and leave it for them on Christmas morning.  Is that too cruel?  It is, I know, but think of all the Christmases to follow! "Remember last year, when Santa brought you coal???" Hehe...

August 24, 2007

Incy Wincy What The???

I don't know about you, but it seems of late the spiders have gotten really big.  Unlike K8, I have no qualms about killing them when they are babies, as long as I don't have to do the killing.  That's right, I am a hard core arachnophobe.  I can't stand the little feckers.  Hate them, hate them, hate them.  Logical? No, but I figure I'm too old at this stage to get any sense.

I don't know what it is about them, but they just seem menacing.  Other insects are more annoying, buzzing around your head and trying to eat your lunch, but not spiders.  Spiders seem to lie in wait.  They curl up all day long and wait until you can't see them.  Then what?  If they are awake during the day they seem like they are scheming wriggling their forelegs and watching.

Now maybe I've read too many cheap crime thrillers, in which the serial killer has a penchant for arachnids, but the things just make my skin crawl.  Sometimes literally.

The babies always appear on the windows in the early summer and I try to get the man to kill them.  He laughs at me and says I'm being ridiculous, but I know that if we don't he doesn't get them know, they will just get bigger.  And bigger they have gotten.  They are now HUGE and they are starting to get in.  The sun finally starts to shine again which means leaving the windows open at night - God forbid someone in Ireland figures out the usefulness of fly screens - inevitably the spiders get in.

This irrational fear can pose some problems in regards to parenting.  Naturally I don't want my children to grow up with the same ridiculous phobia, so I try and act brave around them.   Same goes for bees, although, I have an excuse there, I'm allergic, lost my epi-pen and live half an hour away from the hospital.  I think that's a bit more rational no? 

But I digress...

A few nights ago my three year old starts screaming that there is a fly in her room.  I sigh.  This means putting down the wine glass, lowering the telly and marching my sorry ass upstairs to get rid of said fly.

Imagine my disgust and terror to find out that said fly was not at all a fly, but a giant spider climbing her ceiling.  Now if I have to I can kill them, but only when I am on eye level.  The ceiling scenario is the worst for anyone with arachnophobia - as there's a good chance the little bugger could not only fall and escape - but worse, could fall on you, or even worse, into your hair.  Ugh.

However being the good Mammy I am, I decide I am going to suck it up and get the bugger.  Show a brave face and all.  So I run into the bathroom and get a huge wad of toilet paper.  Ok, half a roll, but you can't be too careful with these menacing bastards.  I climb on the bed and set my scope on the eight-legged freak.  The toddler is now out of bed cheering me on.  "Get him, Mom, get him!"

I start to reach for him and then the fear sets in.  I just can't.  My hand approaches and I scream.  This keeps happening.  The toddler has changed her tune.  "Come on Mommy, be brave - it's just a little spider."  This encourages me a bit and I try again.  Hand gets a little closer and again I freak.  She's continuing to be a cheerleader, but now I'm getting frustrated!  "Come on Mommy, get him, be brave."

I lose it.  "Why don't YOU do it then?"

"Cos I can't reach."  SHIT!  At this point I'm at a loss and then it hits me. 

Telescopic hose on the vacuum.  Thank God for Hubert Cecil Booth.


Apologies for my absence of late. I am trying to move house whilst toddler wrangling. Needless to say, it's a little hectic around here! I've also been having email trouble, so if you've sent anything my way or were expecting a reply on anything, it might have gone missing. Please re-send!  Thanks!