Showing posts with label 30-Day Blog Challenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 30-Day Blog Challenge. Show all posts

10.17.2012

The Petrified Dad

Backgrounder: I'm doing this 30-Day Blog Challenge.  This is blog post #3, covering the "A problem you have or have had in the past" topic.

I was talking with a colleague of mine at work today.  She's about 4 months pregnant, and I asked her if she knew whether they were having a boy or a girl.  She told me that while they weren't going to find out, she knew one thing for sure - her husband was absolutely petrified of having a girl.

Totally get it.  To most soon-to-be dads, girls represent the unknown.  Girls think differently and act differently; they have hair that needs to be tied, often in weird configurations like pony tails or pig tails; they like glittery art-and-craft-stuffs that make most of us cringe; they wear cute little dresses that we never know how to put on properly. That can be a lot for a guy to wrap his head around, and I didn't even mention the ultimate kicker: feminine hygiene pads.  [Shudder.]

Personally, before the girls were born, I was in the "healthy and happy" camp.  As long as everything was where it was supposed to be, I would be happy.  I knew that, eventually, with coaching and genuine enthusiasm and a whole bunch of trial and error, I could learn the lady ropes.  And then, when the girls were born, I realized that really, there isn't much of a difference between having a baby boy and having a baby girl.  Pee-pee tents and hair accessories aside, it's all the same.

But, while the differences between having a baby boy and baby girl are subtle, the difference between having a teenage boy and teenage girl are astronomical.  And that's the thought that makes me just as petrified as my colleagues' husband.

I've been thinking a lot more about these differences lately, after Amanda Todd became a household name in Canada and around the world.  I've been thinking about the video she made and about the incessant abuse she faced for months before making a truly tragic choice.

I fear that my girls will face challenges that I will never be able to understand.  I fear that girls use different tactics to put each other down; that we as a society have allowed the physical to dominate our judgement of others, especially in and amongst our little girls, and that teenage girls more so than boys feel the need to 'fit in' at the expense of another girl being marginalized.  And I don't know how to handle that.

I know what my approach would be with a boy... teach him to throw a mean right hook, and to never start a fight, but to always finish one.  It might not solve all of the problems, but it's a good place to start.

With girls, though, the challenges they face are unlikely to be physical.  Girls play psychological games with one another.  They harass and torment and ostracize one from the others.  Their attacks often leave no visible bruises or cuts, but internal wounds.

My point isn't to say girls have it worse than boys.  No matter the gender, bullying of any kind hurts and is unacceptable.  My point is that I believe things are different between the sexes.  I have an idea - good, bad, or otherwise - I have an idea as to how I would approach things with a boy. With two girls, the abuse they could potentially face as teenagers is foreign to me. Therein lies my petrification.

So, I've decided that my approach will be to remind them as often as I can that their self-worth has nothing to do with how they look or about what they wear.

I will remind them as often as I can that their self-worth isn't allowed to be dictated by anyone else's opinion of them.

I will remind them that it is never acceptable to treat anyone with anything less than complete respect.

I will remind them as often as I can that there will always be people who want to be ahead of them socially or academically or physically, and that's OK.  Let them think that way; just be comfortable with who you are, and in the end, nothing else matters.

And most importantly, I will remind them that I will always be there for them.  'Cause that's good to hear, no matter what challenges they face.


2.10.2012

Back to the Future

Backgrounder: I'm doing this 30-Day Blog Challenge.  This is blog post #2, covering the "Somewhere you would like to move/visit" topic.

Remember, I was just out of
university, hence the horrible
jacket, shoes and unsightly
neck fat. 
At work today, a coworker and I were talking about travel.  We were discussing the importance of having that next big trip to look forward to, as a coping mechanism to get through a particularly busy stretch in the office.

She is fortunate enough to be heading to Rome in a few months.  She's going to stay in a villa, live life like the locals live, and bask in the glory of the cultured country that is Italy.  

I, on the other hand, have no big trip on the horizon.  Consequently, I no longer like my coworker.

I have been fortunate enough to have done a fair bit of travel though.  After university, my wife (then girlfriend) and I did the backpacking thing, spending time in:
  • England (London)
  • France (Paris)
  • Italy (Rome, Venice, Pompeii and sort of Milan... a long story)
  • Spain (Barcelona), Switzerland (Innsbruck, Salzburg)
  • Germany (Munich)
  • The Netherlands (Amsterdam... try walking through the Red Light District with your girlfriend... it was amusingly horrible).

It was only 3 weeks, but it was awesome.

Since the Europe trip, I've also been to:
  • Cuba 
  • Peru
  • Argentina 
  • Hawaii 
  • Beautiful Saskatoon, SK
  • Breathtaking Buffalo, NY   

Argentina was amazing.  Peru was fascinating.  Buffalo was... interesting.  But if I could go anywhere again, to live permanently, it would be London, England.  

When we visited London, we stayed with friends in a hamlet called Gypsy Hill.  That alone makes it cool.  We took the train in and out of the city every day and absorbed all that London has to offer.  The pubs were real pubs.  The subway was an actual and legitimate mode of transport.  And the history and architecture were da bomb.

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Did I use that term correctly, da bomb?  I think it means 'the history and architecture were great.'  Do kids still say da bomb?  Is the fact that I said something is da bomb automatically make it lame?  Do kids still say lame?  As in, 'Oh God, my next post should be about how lame I have become; a caricature of a man, really.'  

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After we returned from our trip, my wife (then girlfriend) and I talked a lot about going back to London to live after we got married.  Years went by, careers were established, and now we are firmly and happily rooted in our home and our life and our routine.  

So, if the idea of moving somewhere new if off the table, where would I want to visit?  

London.  Let me explain.

My notion of London is based on a memory of what the city was to me at that moment in time.  I was free from school.  I hadn't yet started working.  I literally had nothing to worry about, which automatically made the entire trip that much better.  I could sit in the pub all night long, without a worry.  I could accidentally ask for a mint julep instead of a mojito and play off my disgust with youthful naiveté.  

Now though, things are different. I am older. I have different views and a different understanding of life.  Surely, the city itself has changed.  And at this point in my life I would curse the wasted money spent on a foul mint julep.  As a result, I often wonder whether or not another trip would be just as memorable.  

That's why I picked London.

Plus, travel in the EU is much easier and cheaper than it is here, and London is fairly central to make side trips to Edinburgh, Dublin, Athens, Prague, Lisbon and Cannes.  I could revisit my London memories, and check out the places I missed the first time around.  

So, shout out to all the sociologists out there, who need someone to help provide research on travel regression theories.  I'm your guy.

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Did I use that term correctly, shout out? ...


1.13.2012

With food like this, who needs arteries?

Backgrounder: I'm doing this 30-Day Blog Challenge.  This is blog post #1, covering the "Favourite Comfort Foods and Why" topic.

As a French Canadian, I am genetically predisposed to love many disgusting and unhealthy foods.  One need only look up a recipe for graisse de roti (rough translation: pork fat spread) or cretons (rough translation: ground pork spread) to understand just how bottom of the barrel I'm talking about.  It's truly amazing that anyone in my family makes it beyond 50 years of age.

But, not all of the comfort foods I hold dear involve intense indigestion before lunch (cretons is a breakfast food).  Chief among them is Paté Chinois... you anglos might know it as Shepherd's Pie.

Simple concept, really: loads of mashed potatoes, cream corn, corn niblets and ground beef layered together, topped with pepper and served with ketchup. 

If you add anything else - peas, carrots, beans, etc. - the code of my ancestors compels me to send a large vest-wearing motorcycle enthusiast to your house for a quick chat. 

I'm serious.  A biker.  A French Canadian biker.  To your house.

Seriously.

My paternal grandmother made it better than anyone you'll ever meet.  That's because she added so much love that we just can't replicate the taste.  Awww, I know.  Also, it appears, she added a few spices and extras that she never told anyone about, so yeah, we literally can't replicate the taste.    

My aunt comes a close second... I think she spied on my grandmother during in camera cooking sessions.  My Mom makes a pretty mean Paté too.  But nothing compares to the grandma version.

What makes Paté Chinois so comforting?  Well, if you haven't caught the link to my grandmother yet, no amount of explanation could help.  Let's just say she comes to mind every time I even think of making the dish, and I instantly feel comforted.

By the way, I know you are salivating at the mere mention of cretons, so here's how you make a "health conscious" version (which, as an aside, I believe is technically impossible):


PS - Yes, I also love pea soup, for you stereotypists out there.

1.12.2012

Intellectual Property Borrowing

I'm going to borrow an idea from saracasm, who borrowed an idea from Domesticated Momma, who borrowed an idea from some other blogger out there in blogland.  It's called the 30-Day Blog Challenge, and the idea is that every day for 30 days I write about a topic from a pre-defined list. 

Here's the list:
  1. Current Relationship
  2. Where would I like to be in 10 years
  3. Top 5 Pet Peeves
  4. Views on Religion
  5. Favourite Comfort Foods & Why
  6. Zodiac Sign and Does It Fit?
  7. Favourite Childhood Toys
  8. A moment you felt most satisfied in your life.
  9. If you would have any job in the world what would it be?
  10. Your guilty pleasures
  11. Put your Ipod on shuffle and write first 10 songs that pop up
  12. Bullet your whole day
  13. Somewhere you would like to move/visit
  14. Earliest Memory
  15. Write 15 interesting facts about yourself
  16. Your views on mainstream music
  17. Your highs and lows this last year
  18. A book you could read over and over and never get sick of
  19. Your biggest regret in life
  20. How important you think education is
  21. One of your favourite TV Shows
  22. How have you changed the past 2 years
  23. Post 3 pics of famous people you find attractive
  24. Your favourite Movie & What its about
  25. Someone who fascinates you and why
  26. If you had $1,000,000 to spend how would you spend it?
  27. A problem you have or have had in the past.
  28. Something that you miss
  29. List 10 people dead or alive you would invite to dinner , include the menu.
  30. Goals for the next 30 days!
A few guarantees up front: (1) it won't happen in 30 days, (2) it won't happen sequentially, (3) it won't be without random interruptions, and (4) it's unlikely that I will cover all 30 topics.

Essentially, this will be nothing more than a tool I will bastardize use to help focus my thinking and writing. 

I suppose, for those of you who also read sarahcasm's blog (and you should), you can compare our answers and then, in turn, start your own blog dedicated to comparing the two of us.  If that is your intent, I am at once honoured by your flattery and deeply creeped out.

So, I'll start when I start. 

By the way, there's a logo that seems to go along with this challenge, but it's a little dainty for my liking, so I am going to omit it from my post.  Trust me, it's for the best.

What's that you say?  You demand a picture with every blog post?  No matter how dainty?  Ok, ok, here it is.

What did I tell you?  Dainty, right?  Rule #1 - always listen to me when I warn you of excessive daintiness.