The Upside To Infidelity

As Matt Lauer can tell you, nothing clears your schedule like sexual misconduct. 

While the rest of us were learning about Matt Lauer’s lewd, and possibly criminal, behavior, Matt was probably telling himself to look on the bright side of things—now he could sleep in!  For the first time in twenty years, he could turn out the lights and wake up whenever.  Getting fired from the hottest morning news show tends to mean you don’t have to set your alarm.  And while getting fired for tossing your male member around at work like a Frisbee is humiliating, it does allow you to be first in line at the DMV, which is great, because then you can then get on with the rest of things you have scheduled during the day.  Oh wait, that’s right, you don’t have to do any of that stuff now because you’re fired.

If I could, I’d like to interview Matt.  Of course, I’d be careful not to bend forward so that he wouldn’t look down my shirt, and say, “Nice view,” and I’d be careful not to stand too close, so he didn’t pinch my rear.  Basically, I’d treat him like a circus lion, and brandishing a whip in one hand and a chair in the other, I’d ask him, Was it worth it?  Was all the pleasure you took in exploiting women worth the consequences you’re now forced to experience? 

A disturbing number of people behave as if their marital vows were, "Til Lunch Do Us Part", thus turning peers into potential conquests rather than associates.  Cheating, among other things, shifts the family schedule, making it necessary that, in addition to soccer practice and piano lessons, stony silence, unexplained absences, and violent outbursts need to be penciled in.  Oh, and whispers.  Let's not forget whispers.

Whispers from class mates suck.  I was eleven when I dove into the deep end of that ocean.  Over Christmas break I learned of my father’s infidelity and my parents’ plans to divorce, and when I returned to school, the whispers were there to greet me.  You know your life is in the toilet when even the bullies give you sympathetic looks. 

And so, in the midst of this mess Matt has made for himself, my thoughts turn to his kids.  He has a son who is eleven.  He's probably been pulled out of school for a day or two to avoid the whispers, but they'll be there when he returns, as is the near constant coverage of the allegations against his father when he turns on a device.

I’d like to tell his eleven-year old to hang in there, keep his chin up.  Yes, it hurts now, but the way things are looking, someone else’s father’s bad behavior is going to take the headlines soon enough, and, besides, those nights of crying yourself to sleep, and those days of feeling powerless and scared, that stuff’s character building.  And, looking on the bright side, your dad has said his new full-time job is searching his soul and repairing the damage he's done!  Sure, it would have been better if he had shown through his actions fidelity to your mother and an unwillingness to abuse the power connected to his high-paying job.  But hey, we can't all be Atticus Finch, and if soul searching is your dad's new gig, you can count on one thing--he will never be unemployed again.

Thirteen Reasons Wine

It’s not surprising to anyone that knows me that I’ve never consumed alcohol.  Not beer, not wine, not the hard stuff.  It has never slid down my throat, burning or purring its way into my stomach.  I’m the ultimate teetotaler.  Actually, I’m not even a teetotaler, since I also don’t drink tea or coffee.  At this point, some may be saying, What the freak?  How do you celebrate?  How do you relax?  How do you wake up?  How do you cope, especially with your seven adorable, but still, SEVEN, children? 

The answer is, I celebrate, I relax, I wake up, and I cope with motherhood.  I do it all, just without that stuff.  I bet it’s nice to relax at the end of the day with a glass of wine, and if I did drink, I’m sure I would be, as Lady Catherine de Bourgh once said, “A great proficient.”  Uncorking calm after a day of breaking up fights, assigning chores, doing laundry, running errands, who wouldn’t want that?  If I were looking for a reason to imbibe, it wouldn’t be hard to find one.  So, why do I live life sober?

It started out me just being a good Mormon kid.  Mormons are taught to abstain from alcohol, and pretty much anything that would cause you to wait in line at Starbucks.  So, that was my upbringing, and it served me well through those sketchy high school and college years where you’re trying to find yourself.  Not once did I find myself passed out on a bathroom floor, or with a hangover.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve examined my choice to live life stone, cold sober, and I gotta say, the longer I live, the more sense it makes.  There are some studies which tout the benefits of a drink a day, that it lowers your risk of heart disease, diabetes, or gallstones.  And maybe it does, but what are the chances I’d stop at a glass a day?  Who’s to say I wouldn’t be the one who LIKES alcohol so much that I’d be saying to myself, It’s five o’clock somewhere!  I’ve got socks that have been needing to be matched since 2015; I don’t have time for rehab.

And can’t I get the same health benefits from a glass of grape juice?  Yes!  And, grape juice never landed anyone in the Betty Ford Clinic.  Grape juice never put someone behind bars for a DUI, and it hasn’t yet caused anyone to stand by a  loved one's grave.

I know, I know.  People love their wine.  They love to pair it with food, and they love to use it for celebrations or relaxing or whatever.  And they love their drinking buddies.   I’ve seen more than once the disappointment in a person’s eyes when I’ve explained at a social function that I don’t drink.  It’s been an impediment to becoming closer to certain people, but it’s kept me 100 percent present for the people who matter most—the ones who could drive me to drink, my family. 

And so, I’ll stick to nursing my black cherry Fresca, so that I can enjoy the people who matter most.  Cheers.   

My Kids Can't Act

As a young mom, I sometimes asked myself if I should let my kids try their hand at acting.  They were cute with bright personalities.  It didn’t take much to imagine them hamming it up on some agonizing sitcom, ala Full House.  They could have done it, and we could have used the cash.  But something stopped me from sending them to auditions, besides my complete lack of awareness regarding how to do that, and I think it can be summed up in one sentence—Hollywood isn’t wholesome.

Disney tries to appear somewhat wholesome, Nickelodeon less so, but it’s all smoke and mirrors.  These kids, who are idolized by our kids, seem to suddenly get older and feel the need to cast off their squeaky-clean image like it’s dirty underwear, and embrace adult things like nudity.  I don’t know about you, but I regularly show up to a photo shoot with just my panties on.  It’s what we adults do.

So, the transition to adulthood gets warped as they seek to be taken seriously by Hollywood.  Some examples of this include:  Jessica Biel appearing topless on a magazine at age 16, Britney Spears going nuts, Selena Gomez semi topless, Demi Lovato addiction and eating disorders, Miley doing whatever Miley does.  The transition to adulthood is derailed by the desire to be relevant, no matter what.  When you’re no longer cute and cuddly, you do whatever you can to keep those cameras rolling. 

Leading the way through this debauchery are the likes of Weinstein and Ratner, emperors of Hollywood, demanding that their subjects wear no clothes, and that’s just on the set.   Victims abound and it has always been so.  Producers have power and some of those wanting to be in the movies do whatever they can to get the job done. 

Now there are some who might say, Hey, these are just teen issues.  They would have gone through these things whether they were celebrities or not.  After all, look at Shirley Temple.  She turned out great!   Yep, once in a while, a child survives Hollywood, but that’s what it truly is, survival.

Does it look like the Stranger Things kids are having fun?  Absolutely.   And hopefully they will turn into well-adjusted adults.  It just isn’t likely.

The sad reality is that in Hollywood, women, men, and all too often children, end up getting screwed.   

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The One-In-A-Million Kid

I suppose it’s a common enough wish among parents that within their smiling, gurgling baby is the seed of genius.  As they watch their child trotting for the first time down a soccer field, visions of them eventually playing for Manchester United can’t help but flit through their mind.  The money, the fame, the pride—they can just about finger a wisp of it, because with a child so young anything is possible.  And it’s encouraging to consider that every professional athlete started out as somebody’s child, out there on a Saturday morning playing soccer or flag football.  Just a kid mixed in with all the other kids, except for one notable difference—they showed promise.

Ah, promise.  Parents love to hear that their children possess it.  When a coach utters that magic word, they are suddenly willing to open their pocket book, almost without a second thought.  Whether it’s the promise of becoming a ballerina or a major league pitcher, parents tend to chase that goal with a chunk of their paycheck.  And why shouldn’t they?  The seed might be there.  That precious seed that needs expensive nourishing.

And for some, the nourishing pays off.  The dream is realized, their child playing the violin in Carnegie Hall or singing on Broadway.  But for most, the wisp we can finger vanishes, and our children reveal themselves to be ordinary, or talented, but not enough to make the cut.  Or maybe, and this is probably the case a great deal of the time, they don’t want it enough to work for it.

In Daniel Coyle’s, The Talent Code, Coyle makes a strong case for what can be accomplished if we’re willing to work for it.  He spent years conducting research in talent hotbeds, places that seemed to churn out wunderkinds, and what he learned was that it’s not just an either you got it or you don’t situation.  Talent can be developed, especially with the proper training.

I agree with Mr. Coyle, but only to a point.  The flat-footed cutie pie who yearns to be a prima ballerina has her anatomy working against her.  I love what his research shows, but at some point, our kids really are sometimes born with a special gift, and when they tap into it, parental pride goes through the roof as they watch their kids score the winning touchdown or basket or whatever.

But what about ordinary kids?  That’s what boarding schools were invented for.  I’m joking!  The truth is no child is ordinary.  Each one, even the ones that won’t end up playing pro ball, have been blessed with talents.  I think it’s important that we give them opportunities to develop them, with the understanding that in doing so we’re trying to enhance their childhood, not invest in our retirement.  Jim Rome calls those who are trying to invest in their retirement “gravy training”.  It rarely works for some, but then at what cost?  I remember Andre Agassi saying he hated tennis.  Yes, it’s a sport that’s brought him money and fame, but what about happiness?  What about the strained relationship he has with his overly ambitious father?

The message that I think every child needs to hear is that they are loved whether they score the point or not.  That our love for them doesn’t ebb or flow depending on their success on the tennis court of football field.  They are enough just as they are, but they still need to take out the trash.