Hopefully you haven't noticed, but many Milwaukeeans have been plagued with stomach flu lately. In my world, there are a few different strains of this nasty nasty, and none of them are pleasurable.
My family got the bug last week. Thankfully, we got it one right after the other, which dragged it out, but never struck down two people at once. It has been days since anyone hugged porcelain, but we're still struggling with sour stomachs and an abnormal lack of interest in food.
This is truly a bummer with the big turkey feast scheduled for tomorrow. Hopefully, we'll miraculously feel ravenous in 24 hours -- after days of cracker nibbling -- but if not, save me a leg or two, would ya?
My boys begged me for the new "Tinkerbell" movie, and I was a bit surprised since lately they have started identifying things as "for girls" and "for boys."
I did, eventually, buy them the film, and I admit, I didn't watch any of it.
My friend, however, said she didn't want her daughters to see this Disney movie because Tinkerbell looked like a "skank modeled after Pamela Anderson."
After she said this, I checked the cover of the film, and, indeed, Tink is a tad busty. But a skank? I don't know about that.
Maybe it's because I have boys and I don't spend a lot of time worrying about body image stuff like the mothers of daughters have to, but when I look at Tinkerbell, I mostly see a harmless nymph ... with a spritely set of knockers. Huh.
I love the December holidays, but call me "Scrooge" when it comes to holiday music. I don't mind it playing in the background at shops -- it does invoke holiday spirit -- but I would never, ever listen to it on the radio or pop in a Christmas CD at home.
The James Brown "Funky Christmas" is OK, and I do like Vince Guaraldi's tunes in "A Charlie Brown Christmas," but otherwise, I'm left with an empty stocking over here.
It's possible I'm simply not aware of the really good stuff. Is there such a thing? Are there holiday CDs that you adore and think I might, too? As a Jesus-lovin' half-Jew with Buddhist and Pagan undertones, I'm open to pretty much anything.
Recently, an ad campaign for Motrin suggested that moms who wear their babies on their bodies in slings or other carriers need pain relief medicine. This made a lot of moms irate, and the Internet buzz was so intense and angry, the ad campaign was yanked after a day or two.
I have thought about this for a couple of days, and I wonder why this caused so much commotion. To me, the ad isn't particularly offensive.
I certainly don't love the ad -- it sounds forced instead of conversational -- but what bothers me about the ad isn't that it downplays the importance of babywearing.
Before I go further, know that I "wore" my sons on my body -- sometimes one on my front and one in a backpack -- and indeed, I was often sore at the end of the day. However, it never occurred to me to take Motrin or any other pain reliever. I thought mild shoulder and back discomfort was just part of the job, like sleep deprivation or the inability to eat an entire meal without interruption.
That said, I didn't care for the ad, simply because, to me, it's lame to suggest ingestion of a pain reliever every time you "wear" your kid. After all, for many moms, that would mean taking a pill or two everyday. Didn't we learn from the Rolling Stones song, "Mother's Little Helper?"