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5 Things My Mother Taught Me

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while, ever since my mom told me she’d once written a similar article about things she’d learned from her own mother. I don’t normally “observe” Mother’s Day. You know all the things that everyone in the world has already said criticizing “commercial holidays” and/or “Hallmark holidays”? Yeah? Well, pretend I just typed all that out. Because I believe all that stuff.

That being said, it seemed unbelievably petty and unnecessarily contrarian to avoid posting this on Mother’s Day just because I think one should attempt to make their loved ones feel appreciated all the time, even if their calendar doesn’t tell them to.

It’s Mother’s Day. I have a post I’ve been meaning to write about my mother. Let’s do this.

In true Listicle fashion, I’m going to start from number 5 and move to number 1. This doesn’t matter in the slightest. I’m not ranking the useful things I’ve learned from my mom. This isn’t Buzzfeed.

5. Organize the Cart and the Conveyor

When in the grocery store, organize items as you put them in your cart; don’t just dump them in. Be neither willy nor nilly with your additions. Then, when you have reached the checkout, place the items on the conveyor belt in an organized fashion. Boxed items go together. As do refrigerated items, frozen items, etc. Put produce on last (or second-to-last if you are purchasing eggs) because these things often require inputting a code and/or weight. Instead of having to stop at random to do this, the checkout clerk will do them all at once at the end. Eggs go on last because that makes them easier to keep track of, and the bagger can make the best choice about where to put them to avoid breakage.

At this point, you are probably wondering if you should call some sort of hotline to report my mother and me for being worryingly anal-retentive. First of all, there is no such hotline. Second, if there were such a hotline, we’d definitely already have been reported, so you wouldn’t have to do it anyway.

And third…

Have you considered that no one wants to be in the supermarket longer than they have to?

Yes, organizing the cart and conveyor makes the checkout person’s life easier. You should endeavor to make this person’s life easier whenever possible because other people endeavor to make their lives harder on a regular basis.

Setting that aside, organizing your cart from the very beginning means you spend less time unloading. Organizing as you go on the conveyor belt means all your items will be bagged quickly and according to your preferences. Efficient scanning and bagging means a quicker exit from the store for you. Then, when you get home, putting groceries away will go more smoothly as well. So… are my mom and I nit-picky and obsessive? Yes. But we never forget where our eggs are, and that’s important.

Also, one time, a checkout person thanked me for my careful conveyor choreography.

Worth it.

4. Threading a Needle

I can thread a needle. You might be wondering why, in this age of apps and electric cars and motion-activated landscape lights and watches that track your heart rate, I would need to use a needle and thread for anything. I must admit, it has come in handy on more than one occasion in recent memory. Knowing how to do the most rudimentary form of sewing has converted old t-shirts into pillows, repaired toys and clothes, and converted two old blankets into a large beanbag chair/winter clothes storage system.

Geordi loves it

I can also knit. Different needles. Yarn instead of thread. Same concept. I like knitting. It relaxes me. I’ve also never had to buy a winter scarf. And sometimes you can knit pillows if old t-shirts aren’t your style.

3. Frosting a Cake

It’s hard to frost a cake. Sure, you can buy them pre-frosted from the grocery store, but then you might get the wrong cake-to-frosting ratio. Or worse… whipped cream frosting. The horror!

I know how to make buttercream frosting (the only frosting worth eating). I know how to bake a nice yellow cake, how to prep it for frosting, how to fill a frosting bag. I’m never going to be called upon to prepare someone’s wedding cake, but I can make little florets and patterns. I know that I should pre-write words on the cake using a toothpick so I can be sure everything will fit correctly and be spaced well. My frosting writing is still only so-so, but that might have something to do with the fact that all my other writing is also so-so.

2. People Have Seven Heads

My mom is a good artist. She taught me to value creativity, and has helped me along the way to… wait… hold on…

2B. Value Creativity

Creative pursuits are valuable. My mother can draw and paint and make a cake that looks like a hamburger. She taught me to hone my own creative brain, and I attribute a lot of my success in writing to her encouragement and guidance.

2C. People Have Seven Heads (Continued)

When sketching a (standing) person, consider that the average person is about seven or eight “heads” tall. Meaning, if you draw a basic head shape at the top, you should be able to draw that about six or seven more times all the way down to the figure’s feet. If you can do that, then you know you’re on your way to having a well-proportioned sketch.

1. There is Always a Solution

I know I said I wasn’t going to rank this list, but it occurs to me that this item does belong at the number 1 spot. This is a truly valuable life lesson that I have taken with me from childhood on into adulthood. When you encounter a problem, never let yourself think, “I can’t fix this.”

There is always a solution.

Sometimes there are multiple solutions.

The creative brain is not just good for making scarves or sketching a well-proportioned person; it can also lead you to address a problem in ways that aren’t immediately apparent at first.

I happen to have an example. My house is lovely, but a bit short on storage space. One of the things I really wanted for my kitchen was one of those utensil hanger things. It would save drawer space and make it easier to grab a ladle or spatula when needed. Emptying the dishwasher would go quicker, too.

The problem: Utensil hangers cost money and often require drilling into a wall or the ceiling.

The solution: I bought a couple packs of those little command strip hooks and put them on the side of my pantry. Then I hung my utensils from them. Saved money. No drilling. Got exactly what I wanted without having to wait until I could budget for it.

My younger son, Ari, loves his kiddie pool. He would live in that pool if he could. With the turn of the weather, we were able to bring it back out for him. Unfortunately, his parents are so white that they are practically translucent. His dad is a redhead, for Gibraltar’s sake! Doubly unfortunately, he does not like it when I put sunscreen on him. I can’t blame him. I don’t like the sensation either. We still put it on him, but I wanted to avoid having to reapply as much.

Once again, the problem had to do with budget. Sure, I could buy some sort of awning or canopy, but they are quite costly. Plus, as mentioned above, we don’t have a lot of spare storage space.

So I built a little canopy for him using a spare sheet, some chip clips, and whatever outdoor furniture I had on hand to prop it up. Did it look pretty? No. Do I care? Also no. My son was able to splash to his heart’s content in the semi-shade of his new kiddie canopy. (Do these things count as life hacks? I couldn’t say. That term has lost all meaning to me.)

That’s it.

Well… no, that’s not it. Like… my mom did teach me other stuff. I remember her teaching me how to read, for example. Honestly, I might make a follow-up to this one day when I remember the other important things I wanted to list.

For now, I’ll just say: I love you, Mom.

and happy mother’s day or whatever

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Donald Trump is the Wrong Genre

There is a section of the Passover seder that has been circling around in my head called “Dayenu” or (read right to left) דַּיֵּנוּ‎. It translates to, “It would have been enough.” Part song, part call-and-response, a reader lists the miracles and wonders God enacted during the exodus from Egypt. After each item listed, the responders say, “Dayenu” to acknowledge that He had already provided, and they would have been grateful even if He had stopped there.

For example, “If He had taken us from Egypt, but not parted the Red Sea… Dayenu.”

It would have been enough.

I have a different version of Dayenu in my head for Donald Trump, a man I hope never to write about ever again after this.

What can I say about this orange-lacquered sack of fart vapor that hasn’t been said already? The man’s brain is a half-eaten pudding cup that has been left out in the sun for a week. And the most complimentary thing I can say about him is that, at one point, it’s possible his brain was a half-eaten pudding cup that hadn’t yet been left out in the sun.

But he never had a full pudding cup! I’m sure of that!

I’m confident he cannot now, nor could he ever, name the three branches of the U.S. government. I think, if someone wanted to, they could tell him the president is the “Execution Branch” of the government, and he would believe it. He’d probably like it! This just hit me as I was typing, and I feel such… resignation. He’d like the sound of being the “Executioner.” I’m certain of it.

I don’t know how to speak Hebrew, so I don’t know if “It should have been enough” can be translated accurately into one word. But that’s what it is.

In my head, it goes like this:

When he bragged about using his status as a celebrity to sexually assault women…

It should have been enough.

When he mocked a disabled reporter…

It should have been enough.

When he watched hundreds of thousands of Americans die from a highly contagious virus while spouting misinformation, inciting violence against Asians and Asian-Americans, and failing to provide necessary medical supplies and aid to doctors, nurses, and hospitals…

It should have been enough.

When he incited a riot on Capitol Hill…

It should have been enough.

When he was charged and convicted with 34 counts of felony document falsification…

It should have been enough.

When he claimed immigrants were eating people’s cats and dogs, once again blithely stirring up hatred and violence towards a vulnerable population…

It should have been enough.

When he watched a man sieg heil on stage two times at his inauguration, and did nothing…

It should have been enough.

When he began trafficking people to a torture prison in El Salvador, and did not stop when he was ordered to by the courts…

It should have been enough.

When he refused court orders to bring an innocent man back to his family…

It should have been enough.

When he, a man who has made full use of due process of the law time and time again, claimed there wasn’t time to give people due process…

It should have been enough.

When he was told that stores would soon have empty shelves due to tariffs, and responded by saying American children would have to make do with “two dolls instead of thirty”…

It should have been enough.

I could go on. And on. And on. That’s the problem, isn’t it? For all I’ve listed here, there are five hundred things I didn’t list. Children in cages at the border? Saying Kamala Harris “suddenly” became Black? Canada as the 51st state? Thinking “transgenic” mice were transgender??

I would be the proverbial monkey at the typewriter, banging on the keys to infinity, never able to stop because there would always be more. Except I’d never get around to accidentally producing Shakespeare’s plays because I’d be too busy listing crimes and atrocities.

Not to mention stupidities. Donald Trump regularly commits stupidities.

Any one of the things listed above should have been enough. It should have been more than goddamn enough!

This all came about because of a very real question I felt the need to ask my editor a few weeks ago. Before we got into the meat of our um… meeting… homophones are weird… I had to ask her for her opinion on including or excluding politics in the novel. Because Trump’s presidency, his existence, does not work for the Romance genre. And, if I’m being honest, it doesn’t work for reality.

If you met someone who woke up from a ten-year coma today, and listed every major point of Trump’s political career from start to finish, I bet you wouldn’t actually get to finish. I bet they’d stop you pretty quickly. You wouldn’t even be able to get to D.O.G.E. But if you did, that’s where they’d stop you for sure.

“Enough!” they’d yell. “You’re making this up. It doesn’t even sound like good fiction. It sounds like a poor attempt at parody.”

“You’re right, learned ex-coma-patient,” you would respond. “It does sound like the worst kind of parody. Now let’s get you back to bed. I probably should’ve taken your vitals before trying to catch you up on what you missed.” (You are a medical professional in this scenario.)

I mean… can you imagine what would happen if I acknowledged our current reality in the fiction I constructed? It occurred to me that the moment a character brings up Donald Trump, that would be the moment when the book becomes exclusively about Donald Trump. How could they ever talk about anything else?

So I got permission from my editor to not bring up politics. Not anchor the book in any given time period. Not mention who is president. Just not. Full stop.

Because our current president belongs in parody. In farce. In heavy-handed satire.

Like… imagine if you were watching Wall-E, and, instead of the late Fred Willard as the live-action president, you saw Donald Trump. Would you even blink? It feels like he fits there, doesn’t it? It’s so terrifying and sad and ludicrous. It’s… terrsadicrous.

I just needed to get that off my chest. I am so excited to be published and to continue going through this process, but I also feel deeply, tragically, lost. I needed to get the sadness out of me. Now I intend to focus, as much as I can, on the happy. It feels wrong to do that, I’ll admit. I feel a kind of survivor’s guilt maybe? I am (relatively) safe. I am (relatively) secure. So many others aren’t. At time of writing, Kilmar Abrego Garcia still isn’t home with his family. How dare I celebrate at a time like this? But I must. I simply must. It won’t stop me from hurting for all the people who are not safe and secure, but I feel I will truly lose my mind if I can’t also allow myself happiness.

It should have been enough, and enough, and enough. A thousand times over, it should have been enough.

Here’s an art I did of the orange fartsicle:

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Mysterious Mobile Misogyny

This post is definitely going to be a non-sequitur considering my last one was like, “Yay I have a literary agent!” And then the post ended with a rejection factory? I guess I was trying to temper expectations, but I think I just did a bummer, so… sorry for doing a bummer. Suffice it to say, I still have a literary agent, and things are happening. I’m not sure what I’m allowed to say about those things yet, so I’m being cautious. But they are good things.

In the meantime! You are not gonna believe the trigger warnings for this post, but I promise they are real and should be heeded.

TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING:
– Domestic Violence/Violence Against Pregnant Women
– Child Endangerment/Death
– Pregnancy/Difficult Pregnancy
– Miscarriage/Stillbirth
– Poverty
– Death/Freezing to Death/Hypothermia (human and animal)
– Starvation (human and animal)
– Disturbing Medical Imagery

I play a lot of stupid little iPhone games while I’m going about my day-to-day, and often these games are free with ads or they offer bonuses if you “watch” an ad. Since I usually have the games running while I’m doing something else, I tend to just “watch” the ads. Whatever.

Except… I noticed a terrifying trend. You may have seen this yourself at some point. A woman who is either pregnant or has a child (or both!) gets kicked out by her husband/boyfriend/??? and has to suddenly walk uphill in the snow against the wind to find a dilapidated shack in the middle of nowhere to survive and raise her child(ren) in. Then the ad implies only You can save these women by matching three things or merging two things or pulling a pin out of a thing. Often, the ads feature the women literally kneeling as if in supplication as they beg You (the viewer) for help. I took screenshots to help underline my point, so again I urge you to look at the Trigger Warnings above.

There are so many things wrong with this ad trend that I am going to fall back on a classic Internet tool: The Numbered List (Number 1 may surprise you!)

1. This is not the game…
Look, you saw the title of this post. You know I’m getting there. Just give me a second to get to feminism. I want to start with the more practical stuff.

One of the things that baffles me about mobile game ads (and something that many other people have pointed out) is that they very rarely show actual gameplay. It goes further than that, though! It’s about regulations. It’s about the fact that they’re not required to show actual gameplay. Occasionally, Candy Crush will put “Not actual gameplay” or something similar in teeeeeny tiny font at the bottom of the screen, but no one else does!

It goes further again! These are all different games! Look at this:


If you play mobile games, this image may be familiar to you. Like me, you may be so used to seeing this woman and this little girl being desperate for warmth that it doesn’t even occur to you that the above image is not from the game you’re thinking of. More likely, you’re thinking of this game:


No. Regulations.

I’ve thought about this and thought about this. I have put more thought into these ads than the people making them. They don’t deserve to live rent-free in my head, yet here we are. Not only are the games blatantly plagiarizing each other, but the ads are copied and pasted. If I were any good at research, I would look into the ad companies, not the games. I wonder if all these games farm out their ads to the same company, or if ad companies are copying each other. I have literally seen ads for Royal Match one day that suddenly have a character from Toon Blast in them the next. Literally the same ad, just a bear from Toon Blast subbed in for the king from Royal Match. To add insult to injury, the “level” portrayed in the ad does not accurately represent the gameplay or imagery in either game.

And there’s also this:

Sometimes the mom in this ad is a completely different woman (the green-haired woman who is the actual mother in the game being advertised), and I think the Black woman above is from a different game from the same company. They just swapped the two female characters out for some reason??

People say (I think) that the reason there are no regulations is that a lot of these game and/or ad companies are outside the U.S. To this I say, the Internet has existed for a long time. Probably over ten years, at a guess. It’s time to maybe start thinking about how to address internet issues, domestic and international, with something other than: “It’s the internet…” *shrug*

Also…

2. I didn’t agree to see this sh*t

For every horrifying image I posted above, there are a hundred I didn’t dare screenshot or post here because they are literally too horrific to share. I don’t even want to put the words together that would describe them. But I kind of have to, so… REMEMBER THE TRIGGER WARNINGS, but know that there will be no images accompanying this section.

“ASMR” games that involve pustules and the lancing thereof. Foot fungus. Ingrown nails.

“Hospital” games that involve miscarriage and/or stillbirth, including little baby ghosts flying out of their mothers.

Surgery on children while their parents weep and wait for the outcome.

A starving baby cow trying desperately to suck on the frozen udder of its mother, who has frozen to death.

A woman being assaulted by her husband, getting shoved into a glass table, and lying on the floor while blood pools around her head. (She later wakes up in a body bag.)

Pregnant women being physically assaulted by their partner. Yes, you read that right. Pregnant women (plural) because multiple games have ads that feature visibly pregnant women being physically attacked. (In at least one case, this scene precedes yet another version of the pregnant woman fighting her way through a blizzard towards an abandoned shack.)

I. Did. Not. Sign. Up. For. This.*

Just because they are cartoons does not mean they can’t be morbid, horrifying, unsettling, triggering, or any combination thereof.

In a world where sane people are starting to realize that it’s best to include warnings for sensitive content, and where more and more literal children** are playing on their or their parents’ phones, we have ads for sex games popping up on our phones. We have ads with horrific medical maladies or imagery that makes you want to retch. No warning. No way to report ads (in some cases) or request not to see certain ones again. This is number 2 on the list, but it might make me the most livid. Well, maybe it’s tied with the misogyny bit. Speaking of…

*Your counterargument may be that I did sign up for this by agreeing to watch an ad and/or play a game that is free with ads, but I would argue there’s a certain expectation of censorship for an ad that can have literally any audience. Ads are regulated in other contexts. You don’t go to see PAW Patrol: The Mighty Movie and expect to see a preview for Cocaine Bear.

**I don’t disapprove of children playing on phones or tablets; this is an outdated criticism of “kids these days” and/or their parents. I don’t limit my screen time, so why would I limit my child’s? I also don’t think it’s up to an ad company to regulate content my child sees. Screen time should be supervised. But things happen, don’t they? We do our best.

3. Okay, it’s time for the feminism now.

Look, I’m not saying men come off great in these ads. They are often cheating on the “protagonist” of the ad, or they are abusive. At the very least, they are inattentive and unsupportive. That’s not a great look. But… I still need to point out that not one of these ads features a man kneeling before you, desperate for you to solve a puzzle correctly so he can avoid dying of exposure.

Strangely enough, when the ad includes an animated hand doing the puzzle (usually poorly, so that you will be so infuriated by the incompetence that you’ll download the game just so you can do it better), it often is a well-manicured uh… female-presenting hand?

So one thing I will say is they’re not explicitly sending the message that only men can save these women and children. In fact, in the lore of the ad, men are the ones who put them in that situation in the first place. Damn men. Always making their exes live in shacks in the middle of the tundra.

But (I’m saying “but” a lot, I know) they sure are saying these women are helpless without a man in their lives. The equations they present are:

Woman + Man = Home With Working Heat and Electricity

Woman – Man = Living in Squalor

I cannot stress this enough: This isn’t what the game is about. These scenes aren’t featured in the games. Or not all of them anyway. They are explicitly using this as a marketing technique, or worse (somehow) using it as a marketing technique because they’re copying someone else who used it as a marketing technique. Again, the frustration stems from not being able to do anything about this. Some ads have a button to report them for one reason or another, but I swear some of them do not have such a button. Even if they did, I’m not sure a complaint would change anything. Sure, I could rate the app one star for its ads alone. That would accomplish… nothing. These games have thousands of reviews. New reviews will have no effect.

And there isn’t enough space here to complain about how much real money these games push for on a regular basis.

It’s free! All you have to do is pay money to unlock it!

Maybe I will look into these ads a little more for another post, figure out the who, what, when, where, and why of it all. It sure does make me mad.

At least now I can finally delete all these screenshots from my phone.

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