That social media and sex are intertwined is no surprise. What is surprising is how social media has become a weapon in sexual assaults of kids, tweens, and teens.
In Steubenville, Ohio, and in Torrington CT, and who knows how many other unreported places, social media is being used both during and after sexual assaults in shocking and disturbing ways.
In Stuebenville, the rapists (they’ve been convicted. I see no reason to mince words),not only committed the crime, but were so proud of it they shared it on their social media networks. The crime itself was horrific enough,but the fact that these rapists were so sure that what they were doing was perfectly acceptable behavior that posting it to Instagram seemed neither callous nor repugnant adds to that horror. How did we get to the point where 17 year old students are so morally bereft that sexually assaulting an unconscious girl seems appropriate fodder for sharing with friends? (more…)
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Sheryl Sandberg wants us to Lean In. Marissa Meyer wants us to come in (to the office, that is.). New York Magazine wants to reignite the Mommy Wars by re-branding them as being between those who lean out and those who lean in.
But the truth is, the distinction between leaning out or in, working in the home, from the home, at an office, virtually or not at all…it’s all moot. There is a whole new category of working woman: the digital housewife. (more…)
Twenty children are dead. Twenty. It is beyond imagining that someone could do this. It is beyond understanding how these families, the Newtown CT community, will make it through.
Like so many others, I have been glued to the TV. What, exactly, happened? Who was this mass murderer? Why did it happen? How?
And in the first days after the massacre, (no other word seems to have enough force) it made sense to watch the news, hoping for answers.
But now —- Now the coverage feels more like exploiting parents’ grief than relaying news. The CNN anchors repeatedly use the phrase “out of respect for the families…” Wolf Blitzer is positively apoplectic in his disclaimers: “The family came to you, correct?” he asked of a reporter who had just aired an interview of parents and their six-year-old. “You didn’t have to convince them, or coerce them? They wanted to do this.” He must have said that, or something like it, at least three times in less than five minutes.
Methinks thou dost protest too much, Wolf. (more…)
Yesterday evening, two children from my neighborhood were fatally stabbed, allegedly by their Nanny, who then appeared to try to take her own life.
It is a horrific story. Beyond imaginings. To talk about how upsetting it is — well, what is there to say? So I won’t talk about that beyond saying that I feel for those parents, for their families and friends, I cannot imagine their grief.
What I’d like to talk about instead is the media coverage. Of course it’s sensationalistic. Of course it feels sordid when reporters bombard neighbors, people who didn’t even know the family, with questions about the couple and their kids. I’m used to that. What bothers me is that almost without exception, every report about the murder — the murder of two small children — included a reference to the family’s social status. (more…)
Posted in Exercise, Rants, tagged Carl Lewis, Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, childhood obesity, Coca Cola Foundation, Obesity, sports and kids, Sue Wicks, WNBA on September 10, 2012 | 6 Comments »
My friend Julie’s son is in an after-school football program that meets three days a week for three hours each practice. He is 9-years-old. If my son wants to play on his 7th grade soccer team, he needs to commit to practice three days a week, and devote a fourth day to playing games. My daughter would like to try ballet. Of the four places I called, only one offers a less than three-day-a-week option for kids her age. She’s 12.
It’s no wonder kids are dropping out of sports and other physical activities. (more…)
My mother is a Breast Cancer survivor. My sister recently had a scare. I have more than one friend who has lost a breast, or two, or had a lumpectomy. I know women who have lost parents, or sisters to Breast Cancer. I do not take Breast Cancer lightly. I do not think it is sexy, or fun. I do not appreciate bracelets that say “I love boobies.” I think they trivialize a serious, often fatal disease. I think campaigns that try to make breast cancer sexy or fun allow people to glamorize cancer and minimize its gravity.
Which is why I find this breast cancer campaign so offensive.
Seriously? Breast cancer makes you think of gorgeous, full lipped women caressing one another’s naked breasts?
Does prostate cancer make ad-people think of hunky naked men grabbing each other’s crotches?
I thought not.
Am I the only one who finds this approach to “raising awareness” inappropriate at best and offensive overall?
What are they really trying to raise?
I don’t even want to think about it.
Women with breast cancer aren’t busy thinking about how much they’d like to put on pink lipstick and participate in a soft-core porn orgy. They are thinking about saving their lives, staying alive for the people they love – husbands, children, families, friends. They are wondering if they are going to lose a body part – lose their hair, miss the rest of their life.
People looking to raise awareness about the disease might want to let up on the sexy, breast cancer stuff, and take their cues from them.
Before I had kids, I used to see other parents and think: “When I’m a parent I’ll never (fill in the blank.)”
And then I became a parent.
It was humbling just how many of those “fill in the blanks” I did. Lollipops in the morning (airplane rides.) TV as babysitter. (I had Swine Flu). Screaming at the top of my lungs. (More often than I’d like to admit.)
Suddenly, I wasn’t so judgmental. As a parent, you do what you have to do to stay sane, keep your children from bodily harm, and keep those around you from wanting to strangle your perfectly lovely (most of the time) but (at the moment) incredibly, inappropriately loud children.
And then I started blogging. (more…)
I love Brazil. On my vacation there years ago, I saw beautiful countryside, sophisticated cities, and rockin’ nightlife. I love Brazilians. They are warm and loving. They are awesome plastic surgeons, and they are singlehandedly reviving the NY Real Estate market. Some of my best friends are Brazilian. No, really. Bruno and Elizabeth. I love them.
In fact, I like Brazil so much, I’m hoping that, lexicographically speaking, “Brazilian” bikini wax is kind of like “French” Fries. No one really knows why it’s called Brazilian. But I’m guessing it’s more like French Kissing. Anyone who spent her Junior year abroad in Paris knows where that came from. And it ain’t lexicography. Trust me on that.
What I don’t love, is the Brazilian Bikini Wax.
Remember that episode of Sex and the City where the girls all go to LA and Carrie gets waxed? She’s surprised by what the waxer leaves her: nada. nothing. zip.
It’s called a Brazillian, she tells Samantha and Miranda. Out here in LA, everybody’s doing it.
Well, here in NY everybody is, too. And the other day, not on purpose, I came close. First of all, ouch. And second of all, I don’t think so. Why am I so opposed? Here goes:
1. I am not a porn star. (more…)