Time is what we want most, but what we use worst. William Penn
Time is what we want most, but what we use worst. William Penn
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// Well, don’t say they didn’t warn you!
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Why were there teeth marks on their piano? Please see my article “Tiger Mothers: What You Need to Know” at www.thirdage.com
I just spent the last three days reading and researching Amy Chua’s book, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother. Please see my article in www.thirdage.com for all the interesting things I discovered. Did you know Chua was born in the midwest and grew up in Berkeley, California? And that her own mother thought she was too tough on her children? And that her husband asked to be left out of the book because she wouldn’t stop “putting words in his mouth”?
Chua freely admits you don’t have to be Chinese to be a Tiger Mother. If you want to make sure your children are piano prodigies and get into Harvard or Yale, read on.
How to Be a Tiger Mother
1. The future is everything. The past is to be repressed. Enjoying the present is not necessary; sacrifice and suffering are required. The Chinese believe that the best way to prepare children for the future is to toughen them up for a competitive, unforgiving world with skills, strong work habits, and inner confidence. Western games in which no child is a loser, and every child receives a trophy, are meaningless.
2. The parents set the goals for the child. Goals should be high, but not impossible. Children always do better when you expect more of them, not less. Activities like bowling or arts and crafts are beneath contempt. Do not waste time with things that won’t help your child get into college, or in which your child will never excel. Second place is not acceptable. Any college less prestigious than Harvard or Yale is not acceptable. Any degree other than an M.D., Ph.D., or J.D. is not acceptable. Being the next Beethoven or Steve Jobs or David Hockney is not necessary.
3. Schoolwork always comes first. If you give a child a choice, s/he will always choose video games. Parents always know better than children what is good for them. Children on their own never want to work, which is why it is necessary to override their preferences. It is not necessary to indulge their natural curiosity, or to encourage skepticism or critical thinking.
4. Childhood does not need to be enjoyed. Practice and rote repetition are underrated in America. Tenacious practice, practice, practice is crucial for excellence. Once a child starts to excel at something, he or she will receive praise, admiration and satisfaction. This builds enjoyment and self-esteem.
5. Chinese parents demand perfect grades because they believe their child can get them. An A-minus is a bad grade. If the child doesn’t get straight As, the Chinese parent assumes it’s because the child didn’t work hard enough. The obvious answer: more work is required.
6. The other solution to substandard performance is to insult, punish and shame the child. The ends justify the means.
7. If your child ever gets a bad grade or disagrees with a teacher, you must always take the side of the teacher. Western parents file lawsuits, or ask what is wrong with the teacher.
8. Start with the premise that your children are strong enough to take it. Western parents are concerned about their children’s psyches. Chinese parents aren’t. They assume strength, not fragility. When Western parents think they’re being strict, they usually don’t come close to being Tiger Mothers.
9. Be available to help the child attain the goals you have set up. Do the driving or hire the tutors required. Discipline must be combined with love and respect. Emotional involvement is key. Know and listen to your child. If your child starts to hate you, consider pulling back.
10. Chinese children must spend their lives repaying their parents for their sacrifices by obeying them and making them proud.
(Based on the book Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, by Amy Chua, as well as interviews with Dr. Chua in the media.)
Now I am going to read I Love Yous Are for White People, by Lac Su. He experienced a traditional Chinese childhood, and says, “If I could say one thing to Amy Chua, it’s that I would trade every bit of my success in life - in a heartbeat I’d switch places with the guy who shovels elephant dung at the zoo - to remove the scars left by a Tiger Mother.”
The Creation Museum cost $27 million, it’s 70,000 square feet, and its centerpiece is called the “true timeline of the universe.” Just so we’re clear on the timeline, God created the Earth and all the animals out of mud in 6 days in 4000 BC. All that stuff you’ve read about jellyfish existing 650 million years ago, and dinosaurs roaming the Earth 250 million years ago, and Neanderthals eating saber tooth tigers 200,000 years ago, and cities in Egypt and China and India 6000 years ago, is all wrong. If you don’t believe this, there is a reconstruction of the Garden of Eden with dinosaurs to set you straight.
Plans call for a $150 million theme park called Ark Encounter, including a full-scale replica of Noah’s Ark that will be longer than a football field and 75 feet tall (I’m sure this is the correct way to convert cubits). This all sounds pretty ambitious, since we all know Dinosaurs were on the Ark along with human beings AND two of every animal.
If you can’t make it to Kentucky, there are other creationist museums around the country. Dinosaur Adventure Land, which is dedicated to showing dinosaurs and man living together, has had several of its buildings shut down since the owner failed to obtain proper construction permits, and also was convicted of tax fraud for deliberately lying about the park’s revenue and payment of employees.
Well, there’s still The Holy Land Experience in Orlando, FL, where you can watch Jesus get crucified every day of the week except Sunday.
I admit it. I’m not one of those people who is thrilled to see their children leave. My kids are now 22 and 26, and I miss them every day.
There are different levels of empty nest, from “first child goes to college” (the nest is beginning to empty) to “all children are out of the house and in their own apartments” (they have flown the coop). If your child went away and is now back, I’m sorry, but you don’t count.
How does it feel to successfully raise children who are independent? What it is like to live alone with your spouse for the first time in 30 years? (Mine has learned how to tune out the sound of my voice completely!) This is supposed to be a good time for self-improvement, but I could spend three lifetimes on that alone.
Please read my thoughts about the Empty Nest at www.ThirdAge.com
Please Read the Complete Article: “Can Good Care Produce Bad Health?”
By Amy Berman, 1/11/11 http://www.jhartfound.org/blog/?p=2765
For those of you who haven’t yet heard, I have recently been diagnosed with Stage IV inflammatory breast cancer. This rare form of breast cancer is known for its rapid spread. True to form, it has metastasized to my spine. This means my time is limited. As a nurse, I knew it from the moment I saw a reddened spot on my breast and recognized it for what it was.
…At the cancer’s earliest appearance, I consulted with a well-regarded oncologist in New York. After the tests were done she regretfully informed me that my disease was not curable. Because my cancer is hormone-receptor-positive, she recommended… medications aimed at slowing the progression of the disease.
Before I committed to this course of care, I wanted to get a second opinion. I secured an appointment with the pre-eminent researcher/clinician in the field of inflammatory breast cancer, at a top medical institution in Philadelphia.
The building was beautiful, the staff attentive. They even assigned a nurse, whom they assured would follow me throughout my course of care. I had no doubt that the care would be top-notch.
Everything changed when my mother and I sat down with the physician. He never asked about my goals for care. He recommended an aggressive approach of chemotherapy, radiation, mastectomy, and more aggressive chemotherapy.
…My goals are to maximize my quality of life so I can live, work, and enjoy my family with the least pain and the most function. Would I undergo a year or more of grueling, debilitating treatment only to live with spinal fractures if the cancer progressed? Would the treatment strip me of the quality of life I enjoy now? I wouldn’t be cured by the treatment. Would I get the possibility of quantity and no quality?
…Right now, I feel fine. I can work. I am pain free. Did I want to trade that for a slim chance of a little extra time (no guarantees, of course)? Would they be years of living, or years of suffering?…Undergo aggressive therapy that might buy me a longer life…at what cost? I might never recover my health for the limited period of time I might have following the aggressive treatment.
This doctor…was practicing one-size-fits-all medicine that was not going to be right for me, even though scientific studies showed it was statistically more likely to lengthen life…Based on a perverse set of metrics, the Philadelphia oncologist was offering technically the “best” care America had to offer. Yet this good care was not best for me. It wouldn’t give me health. Instead, it might take away what health I had. It doesn’t matter if care is cutting-edge and technologically advanced; if it doesn’t take the patient’s goals into account, it may not be worth doing.
Before you have kids, follow this advice:
1. Go to the grocery store.2. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to their head office.3. Go home.4. Pick up the paper.5. Read it for the last time.
Before you finally go ahead and have children, find a couple who already are parents and berate them about their…1. Methods of discipline.2. Lack of patience.3. Appallingly low tolerance levels.4. Allowing their children to run wild.5. Suggest ways in which they might improve their child’s breastfeeding, sleep habits, toilet training, table manners, and overall behavior.Enjoy it because it will be the last time in your life you will have all the answers.
A really good way to discover how the nights might feel…1. Get home from work and immediately begin walking around the living room from 5PM to 10PM carrying a wet bag weighing approximately 8-12 pounds, with a radio turned to static (or some other obnoxious sound) playing loudly. (Eat cold food with one hand for dinner)2. At 10PM, put the bag gently down, set the alarm for midnight, and go to sleep.3. Get up at 12 and walk around the living room again, with the bag, until 1AM.4. Set the alarm for 3AM.5. As you can’t get back to sleep, get up at 2AM and make a drink and watch an infomercial.6. Go to bed at 2:45AM.7. Get up at 3AM when the alarm goes off.8. Sing songs quietly in the dark until 4AM.9. Get up. Make breakfast. Get ready for work and go to work (work hard and be productive)
Repeat steps 1-9 each night. Keep this up for 3-5 years. Look cheerful and together.
Can you stand the mess children make? To find out…1. Smear peanut butter onto the sofa and jam onto the curtains.2. Hide a piece of raw chicken behind the stereo and leave it there all summer.3. Stick your fingers in the flower bed.4. Then rub them on the clean walls.5. Take your favorite book, photo album, etc. Wreck it.6. Spill milk on your new pillows. Cover the stains with crayons. How does that look?
Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems.1. Buy an octopus and a small bag made out of loose mesh.2. Attempt to put the octopus into the bag so that none of the arms hang out.
Time allowed for this - all morning.
Forget the BMW and buy a mini-van. And don’t think that you can leave it out in the driveway spotless and shining. Family cars don’t look like that.1. Buy a chocolate ice cream cone and put it in the glove compartment.Leave it there.2. Get a dime. Stick it in the CD player.3. Take a family size package of chocolate cookies. Mash them into the back seat. Sprinkle cheerios all over the floor, then smash them with your foot.4. Run a garden rake along both sides of the car.
Go to the local grocery store. Take with you the closest thing you can find to a pre-school child. (A full-grown goat is an excellent choice). If you intend to have more than one child, then definitely take more than one goat. Buy your week’s groceries without letting the goats out of your sight. Pay for everything the goat eats or destroys. Until you can easily accomplish this, do not even contemplate having children.
1. Hollow out a melon.2. Make a small hole in the side.3. Suspend it from the ceiling and swing it from side to side.4. Now get a bowl of soggy Cheerios and attempt to spoon them into the swaying melon by pretending to be an airplane.5. Continue until half the Cheerios are gone.6. Tip half into your lap. The other half, just throw up in the air.
You are now ready to feed a nine-month-old baby.
Learn the names of every character from Sesame Street , Barney, Disney, the Teletubbies, and Pokemon. Watch nothing else on TV but PBS, the Disney channel or Noggin for at least five years. (I know, you’re thinking What’s ‘Noggin’?) Exactly the point.
Make a recording of Fran Drescher saying ‘mommy’ repeatedly. (Important: no more than a four second delay between each ‘mommy’; occasional crescendo to the level of a supersonic jet is required). Play this tape in your car everywhere you go for the next four years. You are now ready to take a long trip with a toddler.
Start talking to an adult of your choice. Have someone else continually tug on your skirt hem, shirt-sleeve, or elbow while playing the ‘mommy’ tape made from Lesson 10 above. You are now ready to have a conversation with an adult while there is a child in the room.
This is all very tongue in cheek; anyone who is parent will say ‘it’s all worth it!’ A sense of humor is one of the most important things you’ll need when you become a parent!
Note: I do not know who wrote this. If you do, let me know and I will give him/her credit.
It is natural and beneficial for women to add 3-5 pounds on their bellies during their peri-menopausal years (the years before menopause). As we age, our estrogen levels decline. Fats cells can produce estrogen, so a menopot is Nature’s way of making sure you have enough estrogen to offset the symptoms of peri-menopause, such as hot flashes and irregular periods.
Spot exercising, such as sit-ups, will not budge a menopot. Crash dieting won’t either. If you are overweight, then it’s appropriate to increase your exercise and decrease your intake of calories in order to avoid heart disease and other problems. But if your weight is normal, your body fat - which you need - is just redistributing.
Many of the web sites online are NUTS when it comes to menopudge. They are very alarmist, and suggest Draconian measures for fighting Mother Nature. Don’t buy into the drama! A few pounds on your stomach are just not a big deal, and they wont make any difference to the people who love you.
For more on this subject, see my article about Menopudge at www.ThirdAge.com.
3-5 pounds here is part of Mother Nature’s plan
Michigan Woman Re-Creates “The Last Supper” Out of Dryer Lint
It’s 14 feet long, it took 200 hours to complete, and it’s totally made out of dryer lint.
When Laura Bell decided to re-create Leonardo da Vinci’s “The Last Supper” out of dryer lint, she had no idea it would take her 700-800 hours of doing laundry just to get lint with the right colors. She ended up having to buy towels to get the correct hues.
Bell made the work of art in an attempt to win the $250,000 prize in a Michigan art contest. Sadly, she came in second place. But she sold the picture to Ripley’s Believe It or Not, and it will go on display around the world in their museums.
As they say, cleanliness is next to Godliness.
Her caption for this Twitter picture: “Nothing fits meeee!!!! I’m not going to the Golden Globes!!!!!!!!”
Sofia not only has a teenage son but also is a thyroid cancer survivor. I think she is extra gorgeous because she doesn’t take her beauty too seriously - she knows what real life is actually about.
There’s a reason why “Sarah Palin’s Alaska” was nicknamed “Sarah Palin Sees Alaska for the Very First Time.” Alaskan writer Nick Jans notes:
“Those of us who’ve actually lived off the land are less than impressed by Palin’s televised exploits and, more important, by what they tell us about her. Tentative, physically inept, and betraying an even more awkward unfamiliarity with the land and lifestyle that’s supposedly her birthright, Palin deconstructs her own myth before our eyes.”
I recommend reading the article, in which Jans points out all the ways in which Palin reveals she is a fraud as an outdoorswoman. Palin is starting to be defined by all the things she pretended to be, but is not. She is not truthful, not a hockey mom, not a hunter, not a governor, not Trig’s mother - not much of a mother at all - not ethical, not very bright, not a writer, and certainly not presidential material. And one more thing: she does not take responsibility for anything. All we really know for certain is that she does not play well with others and that she is the ultimate Mean Girl: calculating and vindictive. Why does this matter?
“… when our candidates can also produce poll-tested commercials, trot out ghost-written websites and deliver telepromptered speeches — all financed by unlimited special interest money — Americans are essentially casting votes for fictional characters.”
In their ongoing pursuit of ever greater fame and fortune, the extraordinarily materialistic Kardashian sisters decided to go for some additional Kash and publicity by releasing a pre-paid debit Kard that kapitalized on their glitzy names and images. Targeted specifically at kids as young as 13 – that is, teens who don’t have bank accounts – the Kiddie Kard, as some called it, lasted only 3 weeks.
The Kardashian Kard cost $99.95 for the first year for kids simply to be able to show it off to their friends (a Kard purchase fee of $9.95, and 12 monthly fees of $7.95). Additional fees included:
• $1 every time money was added to the Kard
• $1.50 to speak to a live customer service rep
• $2 per transaction when paying bills automatically
• $2.50 for an ATM withdrawal
• $7.50 per month after the first year
• $6 to change your mind and get rid of the thing
Connecticut Attorney General Richard Blumenthal wrote a letter to the card’s issuer, University National Bank, kalling out the Kard’s “pernicious and predatory fees.” Facing a firestorm of bad publicity, the Kardashians terminated their kontract with the debit card company. Saying they had no choice, Revenue Resource Group is suing the sisters for $75 million. The suit alleges that the sisters improperly terminated a two-year kontract to promote the Kard. They were supposed to advertise the Kard on their websites and through social media, and also appear at events on behalf of the kompany.
What is it they say about Karma?
So out of curiosity I went online to see if I could find any excerpts from SHORE THING, the book that could never have been written by Snooki but has her name on the cover. The story is about a “pint-size” character named Gia, a “carefree, outspoken party girl” who spends a summer on the Jersey shore with her cousin Bella working at a tanning salon. They like to get drunk and hook up. Aren’t you AMAZED? I’m wondering if Snooki has read the book yet.
“He had an okay body. Not fat at all. And naturally toned abs. She could pour a shot of tequila down his belly and slurp it out of his navel without getting splashed in the face.”
“Yum. Johnny Hulk tasted like fresh gorilla.”
“Any juicehead will get some nut shrinkage. And bacne. They fly into a ‘roid rage, it is a ‘road’ ‘roid rage.”
“Gia danced around a little, shaking her peaches for show. She shook it hard. Too hard. In the middle of a shimmy, her stomach cramped. A fart slipped out. A loud one. And stinky.”
“Gia had never before been in jail. It wasn’t nearly as gritty and disgusting as she’d seen on TV prison shows. The Seaside Heights drunk tank — on a weekday afternoon — was as clean and quiet as a church.”
“I love food. I love drinking, boys, dancing until my feet swell. I love my family, my friends, my job, my boss. And I love my body, especially the badonk.”
(Thank you, New York Post.)
A hot guido was staring at her - in a nice way - from across the room.
Gia smiled at him. His back against the wall, he stood just off the dance floor, thumb in a belt loop. His chest muscles strained the fabric of his black tank top. It fit across a tummy that was hard and flat enough to cut salami on. No tattoos, which meant plenty of empty space on his arms to ink PROPERTY OF GIA. He started as if he could see through her dress, right down to the zebra-print bra and thong set underneath.
“I found him,” Gia said to Bella, draining her Slippery Nipple in one long suck…
Right at that moment, a Deadmau5 mix came on. He was her fave; it was a sign. She stepped onto the dance floor. The music took her over. Dancing had to be Gia’s second favorite way to work up a sweat. It definitely beat going to the gym. For exercise, Gia cranked house music in her bedroom and danced until her legs felt numb. She loved dancing and was talented, too. Gia won a contest while in high school for shaking it the longest and hardest without spilling a single drop of her vodka tonic.
Tonight, she aimed her gyrating hips straight at Salami Boy. The guy could take a hint. In two seconds, he creeped over to her. In five seconds, they were grinding, her butt pressed against his thighs.
She turned around to introduce herself. “I’m Gia,” she screamed in his ear above the music.
“Rocky,” he said, putting a bear paw on her waist and holding her against him.
Rocky in his jeans, thought Gia.
Even in the dark room, his blue eyes dazzled Gia. Ice blue. Something about light eyes on dark skin always made Gia’s body temperature rise. The music was too loud to talk, not that it mattered. Gia wasn’t interested in making a deep soul connection. Tonight was all about the three D’s: Drinking, Dancing, and Duh.
“Are you from around here?” she yelled.
“You got a nice rack,” screamed Rocky in reply.
Well, yeah, she thought. Okay, not a supergenius. That was fine. Gia didn’t judge. She was glad he approved.
“Come here,” he said, lifting her off her heels to bring her lips to his. She had to wrap her legs around his hips to stay up there. Here we go, thought Gia. Twenty minutes from club entry to hookup. This might be a record, even for her.
“Bitch, get away from him!” pealed a shrill voice from behind.
Bony fingers grabbed Gia’s shoulder and yanked her out of Rocky’s arms. She hit the floor on her heels like a cat, but then stumbled and landed on her ass embarrassingly. A few guys stared, jaws unhinged, at her sprawled on the dance floor. One started drooling.
“Oops,” she said, realizing her dress was pushed up around her waist. Full-frontal thong exposure….
Gia met the eyes of the seething blonde bimbo who’d thrown her to the floor. The girl’s arms were in battle position, ready to go. Rocky stood behind her, grinning as innocently as a choirboy.
The blonde lowered her arms suddenly. “Gia friggin’ Spumanti.”
“Oh my freakin God,” said Gia. “Linda Patterson.”
It goes on, and Linda and Gia were co-captains of the cheerleading team in high school and had a falling out or something before this fated meetup in a seedy club where Gia snagged Linda’s Neanderthal boyfriend. There were plenty of lines in the excerpt that made me roll my eyes, and a couple that were funny, maybe unintentionally so. Like these:
“Trouble shouldn’t be his nickname, thought Bella. It should be tattooed on his forehead.”
“Gia said, ‘The club will not run out of tequila before I get my hair right. So shut the f*ck up‘”
“‘But we’re hot girls,’ Gia pointed out. ‘We don’t need to pay for anything.‘”
(Thank you, Celebitchy)
Snooki’s ghostwriter Valerie Frankel says they added a date rape scene to the book “for depth.” If you really want to, you can read it at http://jezebel.com/5725504/the-harrowing-date+rape-scene-from-snookis-book
We know Palin has removed her “cross-hairs” map from the Web and has been frantically erasing past tweets. This strikes me as comical, since she doesn’t seem to understand that everyone already has images of what she posted. You can’t “erase” anything from the Internet. She really is as dumb as a bag of hammers!
Someone took the time to monitor all the comments that were coming in to Palin’s Facebook page. He noted that the positive remarks were left alone, but any negative remarks were deleted within seconds.
This is to be expected from Palin. She keeps talking about free speech, but immediately censors anything negative about her that people have to say. What is deeply disturbing, however, is the following:
A commenter posted the following at 18:12: ”It’s ok. Christina Taylor Green was probably going to end up a left wing bleeding heart liberal anyway. Hey, as ‘they’ say, what would you do if you had the chance to kill Hitler as a kid? Exactly.”
WTF? Comparing an innocent nine-year-old to Hitler and saying “It’s OK” to kill her?
This nauseating comment was NOT removed from Palin’s site, even as the other comments critical of her were being scrubbed away.
No amount of scrubbing is going to get the blood off Palin’s hands.
P.S. The Learning Channel has blood on their hands as well, for giving this bloodthirsty woman a platform. On her program she shot a moose simply for a photo op; then shot a caribou. As Aaron Sorkin said, “You weren’t killing that animal for food or shelter or even fashion, you were killing it for fun. You enjoy killing animals.”
Sarah was hoping her show would make her look like a good gun-toting member of the NRA. Problem is, Palin has never had a hunting license, and does not know how to handle the gun correctly! True hunters noted that on the show her father had to load the gun for her, and she placed her finger on the trigger immediately after he handed it to her (this is a hunting no-no).
“For two years now, we’ve been sold the notion of Palin as Mama Grizzly, the great hunter and fisher woman who spends her free time hunting up meat that she then whips up into a delicious moose stew for her huge family…. Turns out, this is a lie. Sarah Palin doesn’t hunt, or if she does, she does it illegally.”
Speaking of gunsights, Sarah missed her target (some poor drugged caribou) repeatedly, so the show went to great lengths to say her gunsight was off. Who would go hunting with an inaccurate gunsight?
It never ends with this woman.
“When you look at unbalanced people, how they respond to the vitriol that comes out of certain mouths about tearing down the government. The anger, the hatred, the bigotry that goes on in this country is getting to be outrageous,” said the sheriff. “And unfortunately, Arizona I think has become sort of the capital. We have become the mecca for prejudice and bigotry.”
While speaking, the sheriff said that himself it included, “it’s not unusual for all public officials to get threats.” However, he said the sentiment doesn’t come without consequences.
“And that’s the sad thing of what’s going on in America,” he explained. “Pretty soon, we’re not going to be able to find reasonable, decent people who are willing to subject themselves to serve in public office.”
Sheriff Clarence Dupnik needs our support and protection now. He spoke the truth and many people can’t handle it.
Well this scares the bejeesus out of me. The Tea Party is getting its wish.
Democratic Congresswoman Gabrielle “Gabby” Giffords of Arizona was shot in the head today, and the gunman then indiscriminately shot at people in the crowd that was listening to her speak. One child is already dead; others are in critical condition and in surgery. Congresswoman Giffords survived but is in critical condition; the bullet went through her brain.
Sarah Palin has blood on her hands, however this happened. What a heinous, bloodthirsty woman. Always the victim, she will NEVER take any responsibility for this.