On Prejudices

If you’ve tuned in to any news outlets in the past couple days, you might know that the Clippers’ owner Donald Sterling was recorded making extremely racist comments, and now NBA commissioner Adam Silver is fining him $2.5 million and banning him from the NBA for life (see story here).  Pretty much everyone on the planet is understandably outraged at Sterling’s views.

First and foremost, I would like to express my opinion that Sterling’s remarks are NOT okay.  Racism is bad.  Yes, Sterling should face some consequences.  Absolutely.

But I want to know how punishing Sterling like that is gonna change anything.

(I also feel badly that the Clippers as a team [players and staff] have to suffer public condemnation and lose sponsors because their owner is a big fat jerkface.)

But fining and banning said big fat jerkface doesn’t make racism go away.  I sincerely doubt it changes his (or anyone else’s) views about people with different skin colors.

I don’t have the answers.  What I do have is the hope that this situation starts dialogues in lots of places across America.  I hope that people everywhere reexamine their own views.  Yes, we’ve come a long way from segregation and “separate but equal.”  I hope that people realize that we still have a ways to go.

Because the only way prejudice is going to diminish is if we open people’s minds.  Just because someone is a different color, or gender, or sexual orientation, or religion (etc!) than you, it doesn’t make them any better (or worse).  Maybe, just maybe, if you have a real heart-to-heart conversation with people different than you, you can learn something wonderful.  Everybody’s human.  Everybody’s got a story to share.  Just take a moment to listen.

 

And if you have another moment, I’d like to direct you to a really thought-provoking editorial on Time.com by basketball legend Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.  He’s got quite the writing prowess to go with his crazy athletic skills.

 

All Ages

There is an 85-year-old lady who regularly takes my ballet class, Miss Sally.  (Side note: the median age of my ballet class is probably around 55.  It’s quite a mix.  There are two very amazing 14(?)-year-olds who are homeschooled, then there’s a couple of us in our 30s, and everybody else is 40+ up to 85-year-old Miss Sally.)

Anyhoo, after class today, Miss Sally asked me if I was currently/ever a professional dancer, like in a company.  My answer: “Oh no, but that’s really sweet that you think I could be.”

I think Miss Sally needs new glasses to go with her hearing aid…

But it was nevertheless quite a compliment.

*Grin*

 

On another note, I hope that I’m as awesome as Miss Sally when I’m her age!!  She made a career for herself as an airline exec and decided to get back into dancing when she retired in her 60s.  How brave is that?!?

 

 

A Week of Radio Silence

After I gave myself permission to NOT write a blog post every day, something funny happened.

I don’t have any ideas for interesting blog posts.

I guess I write better under pressure?

(Although, you be the judge.  Maybe not.  Maybe silence is better?  Lol.)

Rest assured, I haven’t forgotten you guys.  Nor have I fallen off the face of the planet.  I’m just hoping inspiration will strike!

Daily Thoughts

So.

You may or may not have noticed that I failed to post anything yesterday.

I’m debating the future of Thought of the Day Blog.

It’s been nearly 6 months of daily posts, and since I have a bit more structure in my life than when I started writing, I’m not sure what I’m getting out of it at this point.  And I’ve definitely lost more than a few hours of sleep over self-imposed posting-every-day-except-weekends rules.  Which is silly, because only about 4 people read my blog, and I’m related to 3 of them.  I can’t imagine they’d have a problem if I missed a day or two.

So.

I’m going to dial it back a bit.  I probably won’t be writing blog posts every day just for the sake of writing posts.  I’ll wait till I have an (hopefully!) interesting thought or amusing story to share.  At this point, I’m not sure how often that will be.

But I’m a fan of quality over quantity.  And I’m also a fan of not losing sleep.

Can I rename my site Thoughts Every Once in Awhile Blog?

 

 

K-9 Cognition

Yesterday, it was raining across South Florida.  For most of the day.  Which isn’t so bad when you can curl up inside and read a good book or watch a fun movie.  But when you have a dog who needs a walked, it’s not that awesome.

Akela.  Dog who likes walks.

Akela = likes walks.

 

For the first of Akela’s two rainy walks, I called her to the door, leashed her up, and we proceded to the garage, where I put on my rain gear: rubber boots, giant poncho with hood, and baseball cap to keep the rain out of my eyes.  And then we walked and did all the usual peeing/sniffing/etc stuff.

For the second walk, I decided it was too big of a hassle to put on my rain gear and hang on the leash at the same time, so I put everything on beforehand and then called her to the door to be leashed.

And you know what?  Akela was sorta scared and reluctant to come close.  It was still me, with my same smell and same voice, but in rain gear.  She did eventually come to me after a timid pause, but it surprised me that she thought I was some foreign creature for a bit.

Which is one reason of, like, a zillion, why I’m looking forward to reading this book:

Inside of a Dog by Alexandra Horowitz

Inside of a Dog by Alexandra Horowitz

 

I’m not sure if it’ll answer all my questions, but maybe I’ll have a new understanding of what it’s like to be furry with four paws, an obsession with squirrels, and a killer sense of smell.

 

And, if this NY Times article is to be believed, our canine companions may be sort of geniuses.

 

I’m not sure about Akela, though.  Hers is a more subtle genius.  Even though she does know sit/stay/come/catch/hi five/etc, her best achievements are in the arts of napping, shedding, and having a seemingly bottomless pit for a stomach.

🙂

 

 

Friday Confession

Ok, you guys.  I have to tell you something really embarrassing.

Yesterday’s blog post was entitled, “I’ve Got a Theory.”  Cue me singing for the past 24 hours:

I’ve got a theory–It could be bunnies.

Bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes.

They got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses.

And what’s with all the carrots?

What do they need such good eyesight for anywaaaaaay?

Bunnies!  Bunnies!  It must be buuunniiiieees!!

Or maybe midgets…

 

I just let my nerd flag fly really high right there.  Eek.

 

(For those of you not in the know, those are lyrics from the musical episode of Buffy from 2001 called, “Once More, with Feeling.”  It was such brilliant television.  18-year-old me MAY have bought the soundtrack.)

 

Happy Friday, everyone!  Hope you have a wonderfully non-embarrassing weekend.  See you Monday!!

 

 

I’ve Got a Theory…

… that the number of bumper stickers on your car is directly proportionate to how right or left of center your political views are.  So, for example, if you’ve only got one bumper sticker, you’re probably pretty moderate.  If, however, you have like 12 bumper stickers, you’re most likely very liberal or very conservative.  You can usually tell someone’s political leanings by actually reading said bumper stickers.  You’ll know based on whether they say stuff like “God, Guns, and Guts Made America” or “I’m a child, not a choice” versus “I Do Support Marriage Equality” or “Love Your Mother” with a picture of planet Earth.

My theory doesn’t work backwards.  A lot of super liberal or conservative people don’t have 15 bumper stickers.  But a person who does have that many is most likely pretty far from center.

Those are my thoughts…  What do you think of my theory?

An Ode to Nothing

I don’t having anything new or exciting to report to you, dear readers.  Why?  Because all day yesterday, I did nothing.  On purpose!

It was my day off from work.  Usually, I go take a ballet class late morning.  Instead, I got back in bed after I fed and walked my dog.  I wasn’t feeling sick or anything, but I was feeling a little blah (and a little sore from yoga the day before).

I spent all day lazing around the house.  Other than walking my dog a few times, I really didn’t do anything.

And you know what?  I don’t feel so blah anymore.

Every now and then, I think a nothing day is good for the soul.

Update: Reality Check

Remember how last week, I published a cathartic post about how I felt so far behind in all the things I should have accomplished in career/personal life/finances by now?

Well, a) thank you to those of you who stuck it out and all read my thoughts.  The comments (online and in person) and “likes” and “follows” meant a lot.  And b) I think I feel a little better now.  Even though nothing has changed per se, I think that articulating the panic and stress and pressure I feel helped lessen the load a bit.

 

And, oh yeah, I guess I’m not that old yet…

Yesterday, I made some offhand comment at work about not being ready for kids.  A 17-year-old who just started working with me (it was her 2nd day) said she wasn’t either and referred to herself and me as (relative) babies.  I kinda of snickered and told her thanks but I’m actually 30.  She was genuinely surprised and said she thought I was 20.  Then, one of the tea shop regulars who works nearby asked me if I went to a local college down the street.  A couple hours later, I even got carded at Whole Foods for buying kombucha.

Booyah.