Motivate, inspire and educate with passion – a high-minded concept, a worthy endeavor. Live it. Learn it. Share it. But how really does one actualize this noble ideal within confines constructed by the complicated realities of our present day world?
January 16th, 2012
August 5th, 2010
January 12th, 2010
Earlier today I caught a television commercial for a show entitled “Little Miss Perfect.” I had to look twice and even hit the replay button to see if what I thought I saw and heard was really what had been on the screen. What caught my attention was the man ‘prancing’ and I use that term very literally, across the screen as if on a run way, telling the little girls sitting on the side lines that they had to “work-it” and “sell-it” to him, as his arms were flailing and he wiggled his hips as if he was hula or belly dancing. Immediately Sean Hayes’ character of Jack McFarland from “Will and Grace” came to mind. Follow this up with the little girls’ mothers talking about their flippers which in pageant terms are fake teeth that the girls wear while they are missing their real teeth. Now according the prancing man, if the judges comment on or are attracted to the girls’ teeth then their flipper is not well constructed as it should look natural… fake teeth on a five year old looking natural? Is he serious? Apparently the flipper is a very important item to have if you happen to be a pageant participant sans teeth. Add to this the spray on tans, four inch high hair and make-up that Tammy Fay would be envious of, and you have a little pageant princess.
October 20th, 2009
Last night my daughter returned home from school with one piece of paper that has now lead me to question the safety and security of her being back in public school. As I rode up and down the hills on my morning bike ride, I was able to release some of the frustration that had grown overnight, but even with that the burning question of “what are some of these people thinking?” looms in my mind.
February 9th, 2009
This past weekend I found myself in an interesting situation and for the first time in a long time, actually having to censor what I chose to say as my darling daughter Sami, all of 8 years old, and I walked passed the Valentine’s card display in the local store. The initial conversation went something like this: