No one wants your stupid diploma so find something else to say.

I’d like to make it official for anyone who has not already come to this conclusion (and there seems to be a lot of you):

When it comes to your education, no one wants to take it away from you.

We all know this. We’ve all known this for a very long time. There is no need to say this ever again.    

A statement like “I earned my college degree and no one can take that away from me,” makes me think that the moron making this claim could probably benefit from another year or two of higher education.

When it comes to an athletic victory, however, a statement like this is even more ridiculous because it’s not always true.

“The Red Sox won the World Series and no one can take that away from us” (a sentence I read in a book recently) is stupid because it’s cliché, trite and meaningless, but in baseball, at least it’s probably true. No professional baseball team or player has ever been stripped of a postseason award because of impropriety, and there has been a great deal of impropriety in baseball’s past.

But when it comes to sports like the Olympics, cycling, college basketball and college football, there is a long history of gold medals, yellow jerseys, league championships and Heisman Trophies being stripped from victors and handed down to the second place finishers when misconduct was discovered.

In sports, trophies and ribbons and championships can be taken away, which is even more reason to avoid this trite, nonsensical statement.

Difficulty staying Faithful

I finished reading Faithful: Two Diehard Boston Red Sox Fans Chronicle the Historic 2004 Season by Stephen King and Stuart O’Nan, and while I enjoyed the bo0k, I have a few quibbles with it as well.

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As a Yankees fan, I knew that reading the book would be difficult. The 2004 baseball season was the worst in Yankees history. After taking a 3-0 lead over the Red Sox in the battle for the pennant, the Yankees became the only team in baseball history to lose the next four games and thus lose the series.

This would be heart wrenching regardless of the opponent, but the fact that it was the Red Sox made it exponentially worse.

Still, I wanted to read this book. I’ve read everything else that Stephen King has ever written, and I adore the man.

While I haven’t quite read everything Stuart O’Nan has written yet, I like what I’ve read so far. More importantly, he was my professor for a writing class at Trinity College, so I got to know him a little bit and liked him a lot.

Even though I knew it would be hard to listen to these men describe the events of that 2004 postseason, I thought that I would be happy for them as well. As a native New Englander who grew up near Boston, I understand the suffering the Sox fans had endured. They deserved to win. At least this is what I had convinced myself of when I dove into the book.

I have three complaints about the book, and they all pertain to O’Nan.

First and most surprising, O’Nan engages in conspiracy mongering several times in the book, implying with all seriousness that baseball might be fixed. A remarkable confluence of events seem (in his mind) to be too dramatic and convenient to be anything but orchestrated, and he says as much more than once. King actually dismisses these claims at one point in the book, and rightly so. Like King, I find this kind of conspiracy theory nonsense to be exactly that:

Nonsense. But I know there is a small but vocal minority of sports fans who feel this way.

Yet when the long haired, loose-lipped Cowboy-up Red Sox of 2004 overcome a 3-0 deficit against a corporate team with twice the payroll that has embraced the moniker of the Evil Empire with enthusiasm, there is not a single mention of conspiracy theories to be found.

This annoyed me. If you’re going to imply that the fix is in several times over the course of the baseball season, you can’t ignore what would seem like one of the most orchestrated moments in the last 100 years of baseball.

Second, O’Nan is less than magnanimous when it comes to the Yankees. King has no love for my beloved team, but he is not mean-spirited about the team, either, He does not call them cheaters or question their character. O’Nan does so repeatedly, and it is not necessary.

Lastly, the nicknames that O’Nan uses when discussing the Red Sox players in the book made me bonkers. Nicknames have always been a part of baseball, but O’Nan takes it to an entirely new and truly bizarre level. Most of my friends are Red Sox fans, but I never heard them refer to Mark Bellhorn as Marky Mark, Pedro Martinez as Petey or David Ortiz as El Hefe (especially since Ortiz already has the often-used nickname Big Papi). It makes no sense. Was O’Nan inventing these nicknames himself, or did he hear some inebriated bleacher creature use these names and co-opted them for the book.

A good nickname is a thing of beauty. Naming your utility infielder after a former Boston-based hip hop musician turned serious actor is an act of stupidity.

Then again, I’m a diehard fan of the New York Yankees who died hard in October of 2004, so perhaps I am biased.  

Universal acts of parental stupidity

TIME magazine asks:

Does This Baby Bikini Onesie Go too Far?

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Of course it does.

While I believe that there are many acceptable ways of parenting (and one best way), I also believe that there are some things that parents do that are universally stupid.

These bikini onsies are an excellent example.

These universally stupid parenting decisions are the ones that 99% of all human beings think are stupid, but because parents are exceedingly sensitive when it comes to the way they raise their kids, we rarely speak about the stupidity of their decisions aloud.

I have a list of such parenting behaviors, totally five items in all (and now six with the addition of overly sexualized children’s clothing), but because I am wary of offending my readers or upsetting close friends, I am reticent to share this list. I may find a reason to make the list public someday in the future, but until that time, I  keep it locked away on my computer.

I also routinely examine my own parenting decisions for acts of universal stupidity, wary of making my own list. Thus far the closest I think I have come is in the frequency that I would like to bathe my daughter. If my wife wasn't around, I think Clara would be taking a bath twice a week. This seems reasonable to me but I have yet to find someone who agrees with my position.

Still, even twice a week is probably not egregious enough to make my list.

Okay, I’ll share one from the list, hoping it’s so indefensible as to avoid reader backlash.

Universal act of parenting stupidity #4: Putting a child to bed with a sippy cup of juice. 

I’d go into the reasons why this is a universally stupid decision (and there are many), but 99% of us already know why. 

In fairness, I have also found that many of the parents who are guilty of these acts of universal stupidity are aware of their crimes but unable to correct their behavior, usually because of an unwillingness to say no to their children (which amounts to little more than selfishness of their part).  

These are the parents who are often heard saying things like:

“I let me daughter drink juice from a sippy cup in her crib and she turned out just fine.”

Sure, she did. Children are remarkably resilient. But just because your child managed to survive your lousy parenting decision doesn’t make that decision any less stupid.

Men want it all, too, damn it.

I was listening to the most recent Slate Double X podcast and nearly losing my mind. The panelists were discussing the recent Atlantic cover story Why Women Still Can’t Have It All with the author, Anne Marie Slaughter. I read the piece a couple days ago and had been formulating my somewhat annoyed reaction to it when this podcast came on, which served to further annoyed me.

My basic argument with the piece is this:

Men want it all, too, goddamn it. I don’t know a father who doesn’t want to spend more time with his children. Not one. Nor do I know a man who doesn’t want to be immensely successful in his career. We all want it all.

So why the hell is this framed as a woman’s issue?

Why isn’t the piece titled Why Americans Still Can’t Have It All?

Or Why Human Beings Still Can’t Have It All?

And please don’t try to tell me that Slaughter’s cursory acknowledgements  that this might be a man’s issue as well in any way minimizes the fact that this is a piece about women.

The title alone invalidates that argument. And the first two times that Slaughter acknowledges that this could also be a man’s problem, she does so parenthetically.

As I was pondering this annoyance, I started listening to Slaughter speak on the issue. The whole segment had me yelling back at the panelists, but two statements in particular, the first by Slaughter and the second by podcast host Allison Benedikt sent me over the edge.

First, Slaughter:

We can say, for many women, that tug of having a child who needs you or a child you want to be with versus the demands of a workplace are felt more keenly for a woman. So that women, even when they know there is someone is taking care of their children, whether it be a nanny or a father, feel like I must be there, I need to be there and I want to be there. I don’t think we should apologize for it.

For anyone who wants to tell me that Slaughter is framing this as a human issue rather than a woman’s issue, this statement should end that discussion. Slaughter states in no uncertain terms that the female struggle is different because of their innate ability to sense the problem more keenly. It’s apparently some form of female extrasensory perception that not only allows women to perceive these struggles with greater sensitivity but also allows them to presume that they know how men feel about the issue as well. It’s a super-super power of sorts which also results in their inability to fully trust a father with the care and well being of a child.

And she makes it clear that she does not apologize for it one bit, either. If Spider-Man can detect eminent danger with his spider-like powers, there is nothing wrong with a mother’s ability to more keenly understand the nuances involved with having to leave your child in daycare or with a nanny in order to earn a living.

From a male perspective, this is nonsense. It’s offensive, condescending, presumptuous, narrow-minded and stupid. And yes, Anne Marie, you should apologize for it.

Next up is panelist Allison Benedikt:

A lot of us co-parent with our husbands, and both have same track careers so the responsibilities are divided evenly, but yes, I think there is a maternal pull and I think there’s a pull for kids. There are certain times in their lives when kids need their moms more than their dads. I think that’s true.

Look! Another female super power, and this time it’s given a name.

The Maternal Pull.

“Yes, Dad, I know that you desperately want to spend more time with your children and might even be willing to sacrifice aspects of your career in order to do so, but I have The Maternal Pull. As much as you might want to stay home with the kids and volunteer at school’s ice cream socials, I want it more. Sorry, but there’s a reason it’s not called The Paternal Pull. It’s innate. It comes with the vagina.”

“Oh, and one more thing. I’m sorry to report that there are times when the kids are also going to require my love more than yours. My love is just more special than anything you are capable of offering. Sorry, Dad. Oh, and sorry to all the gay fathers out there, too. None of you have vaginas, so your kids are screwed.”

Try to imagine a man attempting to argue that a father’s need to be with his children is innately stronger than that of a woman, and as a result, fathers are naturally more conflicted than mothers when it comes to balancing careers and parenting.

How might women react?

Or that there are times in a child’s life when kids need their father more than their mother, because let’s be clear:

Benedikt does not say that there are times when children need their mothers or their fathers more. “There are certain times in their lives when kids need their moms more than their dads.” She makes no attempt to qualify her statement by stating that this need works both ways.

Even if she did, what about all the same-sex households out there. Does Benedikt really believe that the children of lesbian mothers and gay fathers are all doomed?

And lest you think that my quibbles with the podcast do not address the actual piece, it is also littered with similar statements.

Like this one:

What’s more, among those who have made it to the top, a balanced life still is more elusive for women than it is for men. A simple measure is how many women in top positions have children compared with their male colleagues. Every male Supreme Court justice has a family. Two of the three female justices are single with no children. And the third, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, began her career as a judge only when her younger child was almost grown. The pattern is the same at the National Security Council: Condoleezza Rice, the first and only woman national-security adviser, is also the only national-security adviser since the 1950s not to have a family.

In this paragraph, Slaughter attempts to argue that because the male Supreme Court justices have families, their lives are inherently more balanced than the two female justices without children.

She’s right to acknowledge that this is a “simple measure.” Perhaps more accurately it should be called a “simpleton’s measure.”

Slaughter has no clue about how much time these male justices spend with their wives and children. She assumes that because one person has kids and the other does not, the person with children has a more balanced life,

C’mon. Even the most ardent Slaughter supporter has to admit that this is a stupid assumption to make.

Even worse, it completely discounts the possibility that Elena Kagan, Sonia Sotomayor, and Condoleezza Rice simply have no interest in children and implies that anyone who does not have a family does not have a balanced life.

Am I to believe that these three high ranking women yearn for a more traditional American family, and it has only been their climb to the top that has prevented them from having rug rats running around their homes?

It’s possible, but Slaughter offers no evidence and seems to undermine the choice to not have a family in the process.

Here’s another:

Still, the proposition that women can have high-powered careers as long as their husbands or partners are willing to share the parenting load equally (or disproportionately) assumes that most women will feel as comfortable as men do about being away from their children, as long as their partner is home with them. In my experience, that is simply not the case.

Here Slaughter is assuming, once again, that she has a direct path into the male psyche and can easily ascertain the level of comfort that men feel about being away from their children.

This is narrow-minded and stupid. With the differences in the ways in which men and women communicate, is it possible that Slaughter might not be fully in touch with how men feel about leaving their children, or could she be overly-generalizing the feelings of the men who she knows?

I think so.

A wise man never presumes to know what a woman is thinking or feeling, and Slaughter should be smart enough to do the same, or at least present some actual data supporting her anecdotal and meaningless conclusions.

One more:

Here I step onto treacherous ground, mined with stereotypes. From years of conversations and observations, however, I’ve come to believe that men and women respond quite differently when problems at home force them to recognize that their absence is hurting a child, or at least that their presence would likely help. I do not believe fathers love their children any less than mothers do, but men do seem more likely to choose their job at a cost to their family, while women seem more likely to choose their family at a cost to their job.

This is the most damning of her statements.

First, let’s be clear: Acknowledging that you’re about to apply stereotypes to half the population of the planet does not make doing so any better.

Second, stereotyping men and women based upon “years of conversations and observations” assumes, once again, that she can readily ascertain a man’s feelings based upon what he says and does.

Sorry, but this is never the case. Had Slaughter presented us with actual data, her argument might carry some weight. But to simply assume the mental framework of all of mankind based upon anecdotal observations is foolish.

Even better, she opens the door for me to counter with my own stereotypes (which I may or may not believe):

Perhaps men are more likely to choose job over family because they are more rationale and less emotional and understand that certain practicalities, like food and clothing, comes before any emotional need.

Maybe men are simply less selfish than women and are therefore willing to make greater sacrifices for their spouses.

Maybe men understand that feeding and housing and providing medical care for a family is a significant expression of love that does not require anything in return.

Maybe men simply know that trying to have it all is a ridiculous notion and therefore opt not to whine about it.

Perhaps a majority of men yearn to spend more time with their children but know that doing so might require their wives to spend less time, and that this would not sit well with the wife or society in general. Perhaps Thoreau was right: Most men live lives of quiet desperation, while a woman like Slaughter presume to know better.

“I don’t want to be Jewish!”

Gary Sernovitz of Slate does not like the hora for a number of reasons, including the fact that it’s not even Jewish.  

I am also not Jewish, but having been subjected to the tradition at my wedding (my wife is Jewish) as well as having to organize and facilitate the tradition at a number of weddings over the years as a DJ, I am also opposed to it.

I actually think the whole thing is kind of insane. I can’t believe that a people so stereotypically coddled by their stereotypical Jewish mothers would allow brides and grooms to risk life and limb on their wedding day by being raised above a dance floor in chairs.

People fall off these chairs all the time.

In the words of television producer Bill Grundfest:

“The tradition of having out-of-shape Jews lift overweight Jews up in chairs was popularized by a personal injury attorney in Bayside. He foresaw the falling and breaking that followed, and cleaned up.”

My own experience with the hora was not without injury. I wrote the following three days after my wedding in July of 2006:

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One of my greatest concerns during our wedding was the hora, the traditional  Jewish folk dance that would culminate with me and Elysha lifted up in chairs over the dance floor.

I am not a small guy, and I did not want to be dropped onto the tile floor.

When the dance began and I joined the circle of people whipping around the floor, I looked around for my groomsmen and saw Jeff standing nearby. He was the smallest of a group of big, strong guys, but I figured that he was better than nothing.

“Jeff!” I yelled. “This is it. I’m going to be in the chair in a couple minutes. Be ready, and get the others ready too!”

“No problem,” Jeff shouted back and then proceeded to the bar. By the time he returned, the song was over and I was back on the ground.

His excuse: “You said it would be a couple minutes. I just needed a drink.”

It’s remarkable how someone who had been there for me all weekend long took that moment to disappear.

As the chair came out, I looked around and saw Elysha’s 110 pound cousin take up position on one corner of the chair. “I don’t think so, dude!” I shouted and literally shooed him away.

In the end the only groomsman lifting the chair was my friend, Tom, who took a serious smack in the head when the chair (and I) took a frightening tip backward in his direction. I began yelling, “I don’t want to be Jewish! I don’t want to be Jewish!” and was finally lowered back down to the ground.

The next day Tom’s wife called the ugly-looking mark on his forehead his Harry Potter scar.

For me it was a mark of friendship, which was more than I could say for the rest of my groomsmen.

As for the rest of them, I know that my best man was lifting Elysha at the time and another one of the groomsmen had gone home to his infant twins, but the remaining four were nowhere to be found. At breakfast the next morning I questioned them as to their whereabouts.

Scott and Gary, the largest members of the group, claimed that they were standing nearby, watching me as I was lifted in the air. “You seemed alright. It looked like they had everything under control,” Gary said.

“And we had drinks in our hands,” Scott added.

Shep informed me that he was in the downstairs recreation room at the time, watching wresting at the time.

“No you weren’t!” I responded in disbelief.

“Yes, he was,” his wife answered. “I was with him, playing pool.”

Why did I even invite him to my wedding?

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A new, perhaps bladder-inspired ending to Tiny Furniture

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I heard great things about this movie, and over the weekend, my wife and I finally had a chance to sit down and watch it.

It’s an excellent movie. The writing is very good, the cinematography, while not visually stunning, is interesting and different, and the acting is excellent. I like Lena Dunham. She’s brave and honest and funny.

My issue with the film is its ending. In fact, it has no ending. It’s one of these movies that make you wonder if the director simply ran out of film or lost the last few pages of the script and decided to yell, “That’s a wrap!” in hopes that the last pithy line of dialogue will be suggestive enough of an ending to allow art house critics and hipsters conjure meaning in their minds while arrogantly assuming that only they are capable of understanding said meaning.

The movie just stops. There is no respect for story arc or even the sense that a story should have some kind of beginning, middle and end.

I can’t tell you how much that annoys me.

Would I recommend that you see Tiny Furniture?

Yes, actually I would. It’s an excellent film.

But do me a favor. Since you will be watching it at home, stop the movie wherever you think it should end. Choose any pithy, suggestive line of dialogue that feels right to you. Or stop it when you need to pee and shout, “That’s a wrap!”

Make your own ending to the movie rather than being surprised like me when the credits begin rolling and you are left wondering what the hell just happened.

The benefits of delayed adolescence are exceptionally obvious and profoundly shortsighted.

A piece in the New York Times by Karen Fingerman and Frank Furstenberg argues that phenomenon of delayed adolescence, in which Americans in their late 20s and even early 30s remain dependent on their families for years, might be beneficial after all.

Our research shows that the closer bonds between young adults and their parents should be celebrated, and do not necessarily compromise the independence of the next generation.

Grown children benefit greatly from parental help. Young adults who received financial, practical and emotional support from their parents reported clearer life goals and more satisfaction than young adults who received less parental support. This support ranged from room and board to making a car available, to parents’ listening to their son or daughter talk about the day.

This whole thing annoys me.

First, this phenomenon is nothing new. There have always been young people unable to find quality jobs who could have benefited by remaining at home. The only difference is that these wayward souls were once the people who did not attend college.

Today it’s the college graduates, many with advanced degrees, who find themselves in a similar position. But this is not a phenomenon. It is merely the extension of an unfortunate reality onto a larger segment of the population.

In today’s economic climate, a college education no longer affords instant access to good job and a substantial salary. But unlike the high school graduate (and high school dropout), many of these college graduates are  unwilling to accept the substandard jobs or suffer the substandard living conditions that people like me are forced to endure following high school in order to become independent.

As a result, they remain at home with their parents rather than work the 40, 60 and sometimes 80 hour work weeks at lower paying jobs in order to survive. They accept unpaid internships, work part-time in their chosen field, and reject jobs offers that do not meet their stringent requirements, and refuse to work second jobs while waiting to break into their preferred career.

When I was eighteen years old, I was living on my own, unsupported by family or friends, struggling mightily to make a living.

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After graduating high school, I moved into a two bedroom apartment with two friends. I shared a bedroom with one of them, squeezing my bed into a closet for privacy. Life was not easy. There was a winter when we could not afford to turn on the heat. There were weeks when elbow macaroni and bread were my only source of sustenance. This eventually led to a short stint of homelessness before I spent two years sharing a converted pantry in the home of a family of Jehovah’s Witnesses with a man who spoke in tongues and a goat.

Eventually I put myself through college by working more than fulltime and attending classes fulltime.

This is not unusual. I know many people who followed similar paths. They are some of the most impressive, accomplished people I know.

During those years following high school, I worked as a McDonald’s manager, a short order cook, a door-to-door salesman, a waiter, a delivery boy, a cashier, a marketing manager, a bank teller, a farm hand and a telemarketer. Oftentimes I worked two or three of these jobs at one time in order to pay for rent, tuition, my car and other expenses.

Even in today’s economy, jobs like these are available. You simply need to be willing to do the work.

It was not always fun, and I was not always pointed in the direction of my passions (teaching and writing), but I would not be the person I am today without my post-high school struggles. I shudder to think how ill-equipped, weak in spirit and lacking of perspective I might be had my parents taken care of me until I landed my first teaching job at the age of 28 or published my first book at the age of 35.

I know people who have experienced delayed adolescence. Many are accomplished, outstanding individuals who impress me on a daily basis. But when times get tough or tragedy strikes, it is the delayed adolescent who is most likely to crumble.

In times of trouble, give me a self-made man or woman any day.

The researchers report that young adults who receive financial, practical and emotional support from their parents report more satisfaction than young adults who received less parental support.

Did we need research to figure this out?

Is anyone surprised to learn that young adults who do not work, live rent free and eat from their parents refrigerator are more satisfied than the young adults working 60 hours a week, eating elbow macaroni and living in a closet?

What these researchers should do is look into the levels of satisfaction of these young adults twenty years later.

Who is happier? More successful? Better able to handle adversity? The people who were required to find a way to survive at a young age or those who continued to sleep in their childhood beds until they were thirty?

I suspect that the answer to this question is as obvious as what the researchers have discovered already.

Hybrid snobbery

The grocery store that will sell me damn good pizza but cannot deign to provide a soda that wasn’t squeezed from the bark of a tree has decided to offer preferred parking to the owner of hybrid automobiles, presumably to reward them for their contributions to the environment.

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This, of course, is incredibly stupid, not only because it alienates a large percentage of the customer base, but because the idea that a hybrid is the best and only ecofriendly vehicle that a person can drive is a myth.

While a hybrid vehicle may reduce fuel consumption and CO2 emissions, the CO2 costs involved in the manufacture and transportation of a new vehicle can account for as much as 28 percent of the CO2 emissions that will be generated during the life of the vehicle, making the purchase of a used car or the choice to continue driving an older car an equally (if not more) eco-friendly decision.

And don't forget that the new hybrids‚ despite lower emissions and better gas mileage‚ actually have a much larger environmental impact in their manufacture, compared to non-hybrids. The batteries that store energy for the drive train are no friend to the environment‚ and having two engines under one hood increases manufacturing emissions. And all-electric vehicles are only emission-free if the outlet providing the juice is connected to a renewable energy source, not a coal-burning power plant, as is more likely.

I currently drive a 2003 Subaru Baja. I could have purchased a new car long ago but have opted to continue driving my nine year old vehicle because it’s still doing its job. It’s reliable, fuel efficient and in decent shape. To purchase a hybrid at this point would make no sense in terms of the environment.

Yet Whole Foods and other businesses catering to hybrid drivers ignore this scientific reality.

Why?

I’m guessing that rows of shiny new hybrids abutting their businesses do more to enhance the store’s image than a row of ten year old vehicles. 

My hometown on Blackstone, Massachusetts needs to learn the value of doing nothing

I grew up in Blackstone, Massachusetts, a small town on the border of Massachusetts and Rhode Island.

I love Blackstone. It was a wonderful place to grow up. I’ve actually set one of my future novels in Blackstone, partly because it’s easier for me to write about a place I already know but also because of the affection I still have for the town.

I was taking a peek at Blackstone's official website yesterday for reasons I honestly can’t remember when I clicked on the About Blackstone tab, expecting to learn a little bit about the history of my hometown.

What I found was a single page PDF that was clearly written by a middle school student suffering from a traumatic brain injury. It is a poorly written, strikingly nonspecific, occasionally incomprehensible document that offers nothing of value to the reader. Comprised of three sections, it is the third section that I think is the worst.

Titled ORGANIZATIONS, I have pasted it below for your examination. In terms of grammar, please note the capitalization of the words Civic Organizations and the double and triple spacing after sentences.

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Even worse, I don’t think it’s possible to write three sentences containing less  information than these. This is truly a study in the art of the wasted word, a masterpiece of drivel and something that does not belong anywhere in print, let alone on the official webpage of my hometown.

What would a person who was considering moving to Blackstone think after landing on this page?

Worst of all, this is not a difficult problem to solve.

Why not simply link to Blackstone’s Wikipedia page, which isn’t great but at least is comprised of facts and correct grammar.

Or why not sponsor a contest at the high school, asking juniors and seniors to write their own About Blackstone page. Allow students to spend the entire school year working on their entry, then post the best piece on the website, crediting the student for the work.

Or how about simply deleting the tab altogether?

As a general rule of thumb, nothing is almost always better than dreck.

Four audiobooks: One I loved, two I can’t wait to listen to, and one that annoys the hell out of me.

June is Audiobook Month!

With this in mind, I stopped by my local Barnes and Noble yesterday to pick up Nichole Bernier’s debut novel, THE UNFNISHED WORK OF ELIZABETH D. (not yet available on audio) and decided to take a moment and browse the audiobook section as well.

Truth be told, I purchase almost all of my audiobooks through Audible. It’s much easier to download the books digitally rather than uploading the CDs onto the computer, but I’ve been known to purchase audiobooks in their physical form as gifts for friends and family, so I find myself in the audiobook sections of bookstores quite frequently.

I pulled these four books from the shelf for comment:

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The first is THE ILIAD, which I have actually listened to on audio several times. In addition to listening to new titles on audio, I love to listen to books that I have read previously, and especially books like THE ILIAD that I was required to read several times in college as part of the curriculum and now want to listen for pure enjoyment.

If you’ve been afraid to read THE ILIAD because it’s ancient and large and daunting, don’t be. Try listening to it on audio. You will not be disappointed.

The second is UNBROKEN by Laura Hillenbrand, which is a book I purchased from Audible almost a year ago after listening to a book club discuss it as a possible choice for the coming month. I'm also a fan of listening to nonfiction on audio, since I find it easier to jump in and out nonfiction regardless of how long I go between listening. If I am listening to fiction, I feel like I need to listen every day, and oftentimes more than once a day, in order for the story and the characters to remain fresh in my mind. It’s not impossible, but if my life is especially hectic, my podcasts have piled up and I don’t have time time to listen regularly, fiction on audio can be a challenge for me.

I have yet to listen to UNBROKEN, but it is near the top of my audio pile. I saw a segment about the book on CBS Sunday Morning recently and am looking forward to it all over again.

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The third is WORLD WAR Z by Max Brooks, a book that I desperately wanted to listen to since the book, an oral history of a fictional Zombie War, seems to be perfectly suited for audio. But for reasons that will always baffle me, the publisher, Random House Audio, produced the book in abridged form only.

Abridged? Who the hell wants an abridged version of any book? Why does the industry continue to produce abridged versions when everyone listener I know despises them? I don’t get it.

I DON’T GET IT!

Random House also went out of their way to cast an impressive list of narrators for the book, including Mark Hamill, Henry Rollins, John Turturro, Alan Alda, Becky Ann Baker and more. Yet they decided to abridge the damn thing, cutting these talented voices short!

I can’t tell you how annoyed I am by this decision.

I plan on reading the book, but I feel like it’s an opportunity wasted.

The last audiobook is ROOM by Emma Donoghue, a book that my upcoming novel, MEMOIRS OF AN IMAGINARY FRIEND, has been compared to repeatedly. I have yet to read ROOM for this very reason, but I made it my Audible pick for May and now have it loaded onto my iPhone. It is currently in a metaphysical battle with UNBROKEN for my next listen.

A recommendation, a quandary and a stupid book that belongs in the trash

The books that are most popular with our three year old daughter eventually find their way off the shelf and into a wicker basket in her bedroom. As these books fall out of favor, they eventually make their way back to the shelf, often to regain favor again months later. 

Comments on three books currently residing in this basket:

THE RECOMMENDATION

10 MINUTES TILL BEDTIME by Peggy Rathmann: I cannot say enough about this book. It’s essentially a story that teaches children to count down from ten, but the illustrations are tremendous. Clara and I have read this book more than twenty times, and I am still finding details in the illustrations that make every page new, interesting and fun. It’s the kind of book that both parents and children can mutually enjoy.

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THE QUANDRY

WHEN YOU GIVE A MOUSE A COOKIE by Laura Joffe Numeroff

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My daughter loves these books, including this first one which launched the series, but I have never understood one thing about this book:

Why does the mouse use scotch tape to stick his picture to the refrigerator? It makes no sense. Why not a magnet? Has anyone in the history of modern-day refrigeration ever thought it a good idea to affix a piece of paper to a refrigerator with tape?

THE BOOK I WANT TO THROW IN THE TRASHCAN

I’m not going to say the name of this book, because although I despise it with every fiber of my being, I’m not sure how we acquired it and do not want to risk offending the person who gave us this book.

It’s a non-fiction children’s book about ballet, including descriptions of ballet practice and recitals. There’s far too much text on each page for someone as young as my daughter, but it’s a series of photographs in the middle of the book that I find most objectionable:

Little girls, approximately 5-7 years old, plastered with enough makeup to make them look like sad, elderly children.

Rarely have I ever seen grown women wear the amount of lipstick and eye shadow that these little girls are wearing.

What kind of parent thinks this is a good idea?

Clara loves ANGELINA BALLERINA, so when she found this book on her shelf last week, she was thrilled. But since there is too much text on a page for her age level, I’ve been inventing a story of a more appropriate length to go along with the photographs, including sentences like:

“Look at those girls wearing all that makeup. How yucky. Those little girls must be so sad. Little girls should never wear so much makeup. It’s gross.”

I can’t remember a time in my life when I wanted to throw a book in the garbage, but this might be the one. At the very least, I plan on removing this book from my home as soon as possible lest these clown-like images of these sad children become ingrained in my daughter’s mind.

You can’t lie to a man with a penis

My son was circumcised yesterday. I was not at the hospital at the time (appropriately enough, I was playing golf), but the doctor told my wife that Charlie didn’t cry a bit.

As a human being equipped with my own penis, I assured my wife that this was not true. Perhaps he did not wail as much as one might if an arm or a leg were completely severed, but there were cries of pain. That, I said, was a certainty.

It turns out that I was correct. The nurse who was present at the circumcision popped into my wife’s hospital room minutes before we were to leave to say goodbye, and she reiterated this fairy tale about the painless circumcision to me.

“He didn’t cry at all?” I asked.

“Not at all. But he was numbed before the doctor began the procedure, so he didn’t feel a thing.”

“How did he feel about the needle you injected into his penis? Did he cry then?'”

“Well, yeah,” she admitted. “He cried then.”

I was going to point pout that differentiating between the pain associated with the anesthesia and the pain associated with the actual procedure doesn’t mean much to the person who is dealing with the pain, but I decided to remain silent. I was trilled to be bringing our son home, and I did not want to spoil the moment with unnecessary oration. 

But I wasn’t surprised by this fairy tale circumcision. I have enormous respect for doctors and nurses, but when it comes to describing pain, I've said it before and I’ll say it again:

They cannot be trusted.

I suspect that working women are more mentally tough than Barbara Walters believes

Barbara Walters had this to say about the recent TIME magazine cover: 

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“This is such a guilt trip for working women.”

Is it naïve of me to suggest that Barbara recall the words of the great Eleanor Roosevelt:

“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”

There must be something wrong with people who tan on a regular basis. Right?

Is it wrong for me to assume that anyone who is still using a tanning bed on a regular basis, after all the evidence linking tanning to skin cancer, is clearly plagued by issues related to poor self esteem, feelings of worthlessness, and a lack of self concept? Or perhaps mentally ill?

Is there any other reason why a reasonably intelligent person would risk skin cancer in order artificially darken his or her skin tone?

Mind you, these are not people who fail to reapply sun screen after two hours in the sun or forget to wear a sun hat to the beach. These aren't people going a couple times before their wedding because they think they will look better in the photos. These aren’t even people who forget the apply sunscreen altogether. This is not a case of carelessness or laziness.

These are people who pay money to regularly fry their skin under concentrated UV lamps because they believe that others will think better of them, or they will think better of themselves, if their skin is darker than their natural skin tone.

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In discussing this with my wife, she compared the dangers of tanning to that of smoking, and while I agree that both carry great risk, I think there is an important difference between the two:

Though smoking is exceptionally dangerous for your health, cigarettes are also highly addictive. Nicotine is one of the most addictive substances on the planet. Yes, smoking is a stupid and disgusting thing to do, but quitting the habit can be exceedingly difficult.

Quitting tanning is as simple as deciding that your natural skin color is acceptable and that you need not to be browner than most in order to feel good about yourself.

This is not a case of addiction. It’s simply a case of placing one’s vanity ahead of one’s health.

It’s sad and stupid. Right?

Hate reading and hate watching: What a stupid, disingenuous waste of time

In case you aren’t familiar with the terms, hate reading is the idea that a reader can despise a book and everything it stands for but still find pleasure in reading it all the way through. Please note that this is very different from reading a book that you expected to love but did not. Hate reading is actively choosing to read a book that you expect to despise under the premise that you will enjoy hating it.

For example, I've known several people who have told me that they read 50 Shades of Gray for this very reason.

The same concept has been applied to television and film as well. With the start of The Bachelor, I've seen many people on social media explain how they only watch the show because they hate it.

I have been thinking about the concept of hate reading and hate watching and have arrived at a conclusion. Specifically, if you are in the business of hate reading or hate watching, I believe that you probably fall into one of two categories:

  1. You are utilizing the concept of hate reading or hate watching to conveniently explain your consumption of content that you genuinely enjoy but consider beneath your typical standards of good taste. It is a dishonest and hypocritical attempt to mitigate any potential embarrassment over the pleasure that one is garnering from what he or she has deemed low brow content.
  2. You have far too much free time on your hands. If you have hours to spend reading or watching content that you knowingly despise, you should seriously reconsider the way in which you are utilizing the precious minutes of your life. With all the great literature and film in this world, it strikes me as idiotic to spend even a minute consuming content that you know you will hate.

Despite my position on hate watching, my wife and I  inadvertently hate watched a show this week called America’s Got Talent. Before switching over to Mad Men on the DVR, we caught about 45 seconds of the show, which turned out to be about 35 seconds longer than we should have given this piece of trash. We watched a troop of mimes and a guitarist get booed off the stage by an exceedingly angry audience and immediately felt like we needed to take a shower.

But it left me wondering how anyone could spend even a minute hate watching something with so much great film and television available, especially now that it’s possible to watch almost any television program or film ever produced from the comfort of your couch, and with the touch of a button.

I simply cannot accept that someone would read page after page or watch episode after episode of content that they loathe without also thinking that choice either utterly stupid or a pathetic attempt to mitigate embarrassment over something they love but feel they shouldn’t.

Either admit that you genuinely enjoy The Bachelor and 50 Shades of Gray, or acknowledge that your life is so empty of meaningful pursuits that you have the kind of time on your hands to watch a television show that you genuinely despise.

Smart men thinking stupid things about death

I love both of these guys, but I couldn’t disagree with them more on this subject.

"There are so many beautiful things which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready." - Maurice Sendak

“Do not pity the dead. Pity the living.” – Albus Dumbledore

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When it comes to death, give me Dylan Thomas any day.

do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night I am famous for the following quote related to death:

“Don’t let anyone fool you.  Death is hardest on the dead.” – Matthew Dicks

In truth, I’m not actually famous for the quote at all, but I’m desperately trying to be.

No prom allowed

Did you hear about the high school student who is not allowed to attend her junior prom because she does not have a date?

Amanda Dougherty, 17, a student at Archbishop John Carroll High School in Glenolden, Pennsylvania, was denied access to her prom by the Catholic Archdiocese after Dougherty’s date backed out a week before the prom.

I understand Dougherty’s plight. When I was a freshman in high school, I was denied access to the Freshman-Senior Get Acquainted Dance for “inciting riot upon myself.”

That sucked, too, but I would imagine that this is considerably worse.

The Archdiocese released a statement explaining their moronic decision:

“There are various reasons that a student would not be able to attend. Not having a date is one example. Our high schools offer numerous dances and events throughout the year where dates are not required, but we view the prom as a special social event where a date is required to attend.”

It’s incomprehensible how stupid and narrow-minded administrators in all walks of life can be at times. I hope Amanda Dougherty files suit against the Catholic Archdiocese and wins a judgment of ten billion dollars.

I hope the Vatican is required to host a prom in Amanda’s honor.

I hope the nameless, faceless administrative coward who issued that statement without attaching his name is uninvited to every party and social gathering for the next five years.

I hope his family forgets about his next ten birthdays.

I hope he is alone for Christmas and New Years Eve.

High school is tough enough without dumb ass administrators making it any more difficult. I cannot imagine a more asinine decision than telling a high school student that she cannot attend her prom because she does not have a date.

If she still needs a date, I will personally drive to Glenolden, Pennsylvania and escort the young lady to the prom.

The insensitivity toward the Dougherty and her public shaming are bad enough (and probably enough to warrant labeling the administrator a bully by current legal standards if administrators were subject to the same rules as students), but it’s the sheer stupidity of this decision that angers me the most.

I simply cannot abide stupidity in decision-making.  

Gift giving insurance: Appealing to the basest, most vile members of the human race

A recent New York Times piece by Ann Carrns describes the new business called WeddingGiftRefund.com.

The site works like this. When you buy a wedding gift, you register on the Web site and upload an image of your receipt (you can also mail in the hard copy). You pay a fee of 8 percent of the purchase price. (For a $100 gift, that’s $8.) You dance happily at the wedding and leave your gift on the table. And then, you wait.

If the couple’s union endures, everyone’s happy — and you’re out a few dollars. If the marriage sours, however, and the couple divorces within 36 months, you can notify WeddingGiftRefund.com and get your purchase price back.

I’m not sure if I would ever bother to use the service, but it seems clever enough. My issue is not with the actual business model but with the first sentence of the article, which says:

Admit it. You’ve sometimes grumbled after buying a nice wedding gift, only to see the couple split up a year or two later.

No, I haven’t. Not once. Not ever.

This is because I am not one of these sick, materialistically minded, equity-in-gift-giving lunatics who maintain a mental inventory of the gifts given and received over the course of their lifetime. In the midst of a friend or family member’s oftentimes heart-wrenching divorce, what kind of twisted, self-centered, mean-spirited cretin would think for even a second about the wedding gift that they had given a year or two ago?

These are the kind of people who become outraged with friends and family members who fail to meet their monetary gift giving expectations.

There are the people who say things like, “We gave them $300 for their wedding, but they only gave us $150. Can you believe it?”

First, who bothers to keep track of this stuff?

Second, if equity in gift giving is required, why don’t we all just stop giving gifts and hold onto our own money?

Giving is supposed to be a generous act of the heart, given freely and without expectation of reciprocation.

But these gutter rats maintain mental balance sheets of the gifts that they have given and received.  These are the people who not only take great umbrage when a friend forgets to send a thank you card for a gift they have given but actually think that it isn’t a thousand times more rude and disgusting to gossip about their friend’s faux pas to anyone who will listen.

I’m not saying these people don’t exist, because I have encountered them many times in my life, and I suspect that there will be customers for WeddingGiftRefund.com. But I’d like to think that these vile forms of human protozoa are the exception rather than the rule.

No, Ann Carrns, I have not once grumbled about giving a gift to a couple who divorces a year or two later, and I strongly suspect that the majority of my friends feel the same way.

Background television makes you stupid. Or perhaps you're an idiot for failing to turn off the television in the first place. Either way, turn the damn thing off when you're not watching.

My wife and I think that background television (the continued use of the television even though its audience is engaged in other activities) is the opiate of the masses. The basest and most vile form of audio input.

A distracting annoyance of the highest regard.

As unfortunate and unfair as it may be, we are likely to think less of a person who has a television blaring in the background of their home when it is not actually being watched.

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Our feelings on this subject are strong.

We have also long suspected that you have to be an idiot to leave your television on all day long, and low and behold, it turns out that we were right. Either you were an idiot to start, or the persistent use of background television has turned you into an idiot, so says a recent study cited in TIME:

The researchers found that the average American kid was exposed to 232.2 minutes of background television per day — when the TV was on, but the child was engaged in another activity. Younger children and African-America children were exposed to the most background television on average.

“We were ready and willing to accept that the exposure would be high, but we were kind of shocked at how high it really was,” says study author Matthew Lapierre, a doctoral candidate and lecturer at the University of Pennsylvania’s Annenberg School for Communication. “The fact that kids are exposed to about four hours on average per day definitely knocked us back on our heels a bit.”

Previous research has found that exposure to background television is linked to lower attention spans, fewer and lower-quality parent-child interactions, and reduced performance in cognitive tasks, the authors said in the study.

What is most interesting about the study is that it only looks at the effects of background television on children.

Here’s the thing:

Kids are resilient. They can overcome overwhelming odds. They are highly adaptable and possess enormous reserves of unlocked potential. Most important, despite the amount of television they are being exposed to, they are also reading and writing on an almost daily basis thanks to school.

Adults are decidedly less resilient. Their ability to overcome obstacles is oftentimes limited. Their adaptability diminishes with age. Many do not read or write on a weekly, monthly, or even yearly basis.

If background television is reducing children’s performance in cognitive tasks, just imagine what might be happening to the less resilient, less literate adult population.

I’m willing to bet that background television is making them complete and total morons. And I can’t wait for the research that backs me up.

No more home runs. Please. I’m begging you.

Omar Infante hit the first home run by a member of the Miami Marlins at Marlin’s Park yesterday, setting off the stadium’s “home run feature” for the first time.

Congratulations, Miami Marlins. You’ve found a way to make home runs so unpalatable that your fans will likely be rooting for long, fly balls to bounce off the outfield fences for double or triples instead of round trippers.

Honestly, what in hell were they thinking?