Turn Off
I was approached by a non-profit pusher yesterday. Having worked at a nonprofit and loving the work that nonprofts do (for the most part), I can understand and sympathize with causes struggling to perform their mission with minimal funding and other resources.
However, the particular way this individual spoke to me turned me off right away. Not only did he presume to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do with the little money I have, he proceeded to write off the people walking by us according to certain labels, typecasting them in order to demonstrate why it was so important that I give him money right then and there. “These guys walking by, in their expensive suits, they don’t care about the world. It’s people like you and me who are going to give kids the chance they deserve.” “You know what the number one cause of death in developing nations is? Diarrhea. You know how to prevent it? Water. Those people going past you right now couldn’t care less for the tap water that comes from Starbucks.” Well, you know what? Maybe that man walking by in a suit is wearing his only suit because he’s going to an interview for grant funding because he, too, is managing a struggling nonprofit. Maybe that lady who doesn’t like the tap water from Starbucks doesn’t like Starbucks to begin with for whatever reason. Those are the two main points he made that I remember right now, and I don’t care to remember much more. He tried to guilt me into being a do-gooder for his cause by trashing everyone else around us, and I don’t believe in that. Oh, one more: when I said I’d go to the website, he rolled his eyes and brushed it off, asking, “How many people do you think wake up in the morning and say, ‘Hey, I think I’ll check out such-and-such organization on the internet’ Like, no one actually does it. I know I don’t.” Well, mister, maybe YOU don’t, but I am the type of person who does. And I happen to know more about your organization than you think. When you asked me if I’d heard of you, I responded yes, and I meant it. And I have been to your website. I was part of a team that provided input and feedback when it was being designed. I know too much about your organization and how it operates to support it so enthusiastically. And furthermore, you won’t give other people the benefit of a doubt, nor any possible credit for their compassion for humanity should they possess it in a way that doesn’t monetarily benefit your organization.
I give because my heart and my mind tell me it’s the right thing to do. I give to the causes I love, and the operations I believe in. I won’t give because you bully me, say derogatory things about strangers you don’t know, or accuse me of being apathetic. Good luck to you – I hope you did end up connecting to someone after me, but I wish you were aware of how many people you may have turned away.
From textsfromlastnight.com:
(859): I just got called an ass for saying no thanks to a Greenpeace solicitor. I don’t want the whales to die but I do want Greenpeace to fail. Conundrum.
Typical Evil
I was pretty sure I had given all I plan to contribute to the embarrassing, literarily-insulting, cinematically-putrid prepubescent black hole otherwise known as the Twilight Enterprise. After seeing the New Moon preview, in which Jacob makes his new, shirtless, muscle-y appearance, I’ve reminded myself that, yes, I have given all I’m going to contribute, and I won’t be seeing this movie. Like any other moderate fan (if there is such a thing), I dutifully read the books all the way through, saw the first movie a few times, and called it a day (it helps that I absolutely can’t stand Stewart or Pattinson). I’ve since decided I don’t need any more of that garbage in my life, especially if I need to make room for wonderful gems like Olive Kitteridge, Infinite Jest, and The West Wing.
We moan and groan about Hollywood’s blatant and constant appeal to our insatiable appetite for sex appeal for their own money-grubbing habits, and we bitch about exposing our (younger and younger) kids to to sexual themes before they’re ready to understand the responsibilities that come with them, and we complain, most ardently, about how stupid and crappy Twilight is in particular.
And yet, for a split second there, I was tempted to watch the trailer again simply to see Jacob Black in his new form a second time – not to worry, I didn’t. But I marvel at the totally obvious, blatantly nonapologetic nature of this kind of sexy-selling, and how easily I was about to give into it even though I instantly recognized it as such. The people at Summit Entertainment know what they’re doing…and the really sad part is, they don’t have to know much.
Dr. Yeh
Found in my spam folder this morning:
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We provide a concept that will allow anyone with sufficient work experience to obtain a fully verifiable University Degree.
Bachelors, Masters or even a Doctorate.
For US: 1.845.709.8044
Outside US: +1.845.709.8044“Just leave your NAME & PHONE NO. (with CountryCode)” in the voicemail.
Our staff will get back to you in next few days!
Why didn’t I think of this earlier?
Us – 1: Them – 2
My brother has resorted to listening to the Carpenters after the Lakers’ defeat last night in Denver. The Nuggets played dirty and the refs exhibited ridiculous amounts of preferential treatment (Walton got a technical? Please.)
I’m eating an entire box of mac and cheese to cope with California’s latest move to block same sex marriage and gearing up to do more to change the popular opinion on the matter (Thanks, EC, for re-directing my energy).
But today, Sotomayor was nominated for the Supreme Court. YES.
NO on CA Prop 1D
The name of this measure infuriates me: “Protects Children’s Services Funding.” It does nothing of the sort. (Remember when California wanted to “protect marriage”?)
The whole point of First 5 funding is to make sure that local governments have the resources to address their most pressing needs when it comes to families with children aged 0-5. California’s First 5 Children and Families Commission allows each California county to determine which basic needs are the most pressing in their community and provides the funding and resources to address those needs at the local level. Scores of well-respected studies and hundreds of thousands of personal stories can attest to the benefits of early childhood education and the importance of quality, affordable health care for pregnant women and their children during those vital development milestones after birth. Thanks to First 5, we now have invaluable data on the 0-5 population throughout the state of California, improved best practices in health care and other support service delivery, and the state is just beginning to reap the fruits of a breakthrough initiative, as evidenced in longitudinal studies currently underway.
Because First 5 programs are tailored throughout the state to meet local needs, the range of issues addressed by First 5 commissions statewide include the following:
- Early Intervention for at-risk infants and children;
- Early childhood education for at-risk infants and children;
- Family support services for adoptive/foster parents, parents and caregivers of children with special needs, and family members of children with special health care needs;
- School readiness (preparing a child and their family’s transition from home to school/preschool to kindergarten, developing learning new approaches to learning, fostering language development and social skills);
- Training and support services for professionals who work with children age 0-5 and their families, including educators, counselors, therapists, and parent-to-parent mentors;
- Developing best practices in child care and establishing quality child care provider training and services;
- Education and advocacy for good nutrition and dietary habits and exercise awareness;
- Health care and dental care access
- Services and support for children of migrant farm workers
The list goes on. The ingenuity and creativity involved in First 5 service planning has set a very high bar for other states to follow. Several counties have demonstrated the ability to address many of these needs in a fiscally responsible way through smart coordination and effective collaboration. I have had personal experience working with Santa Barbara County’s Early Childhood Mental Health and Special Needs Collaborative, which serves thousands of families in Santa Barbara County alone. The ECMHSN Collaborative empowers families facing challenges with special health care needs, education, and domestic difficulties and allows them to advocate for themselves, obtain the services and supports they need for their children and families to succeed, and create environments for themselves in which growth and development are encouraged and made possible.
What advocates of the proposition fail to admit is that First 5 is already doing the work they propose to do with the funds they want reallocated, and First 5 is already doing a better job in terms of dollar-for-dollar impact than they could ever hope to achieve. You’ll notice that, curiously enough, advocates of Prop 1D include mostly administrators of agencies under pressure to cut their operating budgets, who are looking for a way to supplement their own funding. Those against Prop 1D include family advocates, educational professionals, health care service experts, and a myriad of professionals involved with child development and family support – in general, those of us who are doing real groundwork and interacting every day with the families who benefit from the Children and Families Commission.
The state’s fiscal crisis has nothing to do with kids who weren’t even born when this crisis was well in the making. Taking funding away from children, their schools, and their health care services is the worst possible divestment of resources. The short-sightedness of those advocating for Prop 1D is alarming. If anything, we could expand First 5 programs to encompass some of the inefficient state-supported programs currently threatened. Projections from external studies of First 5 commission activities suggest that, should First 5 continue in its current direction of preventative care and early education, the need for state-supported programs will decrease over the next 20 years and therefore render the permanent changes proposed in 1D unnecessary.
Filter, Cont’d
Case in point: this post by Instaputz articulates the kind of thinking I do every day in a way I could never bring myself to write or express publicly. I’m sure it’s partly because I’m self-preserving (I’m always looking for ways to preventatively save face, so to speak, in case something happens in my future that depends on my past – ha!), and also pretty sure it’s because I try my darndest to be more like the classy role models I look up to (Grace Kelly, Jackie Kennedy, Michelle Obama), who I can’t imagine swearing like a sailor, let alone swear in a way that is so directly disrespectful to others (even if those “others” hardly deserve any respect in the first place…). But that’s what keeps a girl classy, I guess.
Sometimes I just want to lay it out there, as opinionated as I may be, just for the sake of relieving the some of the pressure I feel as a result of my own impatience. But I usually take the 3 seconds it requires to check myself, and I rarely end up spewing the kind of language Instaputz gives me great satisfaction in reading.
Happy
The simplest things made my day today.
1. I’m ALMOST done with knitting a really soft and comfy bolero jacket in navy, and I’m so excited to see it taking shape – hopefully I can get it done tonight;
2. It was warm and sunny today. I had to stay inside for the most part because the wind threatened to explode my allergies/sinuses, but it was still super nice;
3. My brother now has three tickets to see a Lakers playoff game for his birthday! Happy 19th! GO LAKERS!
4. Thanks to Kitchen Vixen, I’m getting my butt out of the apartment tomorrow morning and heading over to the Green City Market for some sustenance.
Yay for accomplishing small things, yay for making memories, and yay for making new friends! (Can you tell I just had chocolate?)
Old And New
Yesterday, Doug and I celebrated tolerating each other’s flaws for six years. In that time, he was instrumental in helping me decide my major (English literature), led me to victory in a very prolonged pre-med battle (more on that later in this post), changed my mind about distant relationships (87.2 miles), and brought me to Chicago, where I still feel like a complete newcomer almost a year (!!!) after moving here (more on that later, too).
Our greatest insight of late regarding life together so far has been “breaking up would be a bitch – it would take forever to sort our crap.” Well, now that we’ve moved in together, that’s even more true.
Harry Burns: “Please, Jess, Marie. Do me a favor, for your own good, put your name in your books right now before they get mixed up and you won’t know whose is whose. ‘Cause someday, believe it or not, you’ll go 15 rounds over who’s gonna get this coffee table. This stupid, wagon wheel, Roy Rogers, garage sale coffee table!”
At least I’ll always know which books are mine (and yes, they all have my name in them anyway). It’s funny thinking about this relationship from different perspectives: I’ve spent 25% of my life with Doug, and the other 75% I spent with my parents because I was under 18. Basically, I don’t know what an adult life is apart from being with Doug. For one thing, it’s not like the movies. Being together is not all lovey-dovey all the time and we haven’t had any serious drama jeopardizing our relationship (knock on wood – and thank goodness for communication skills). I think this is what a nice life is supposed to be, and I feel extremely lucky. For some reason, he thinks it’s a good idea to stick with me, and all I have to say is I feel the same way.
Also yesterday, I indulged in another repeat of my Happy Dance by pulling out my Harris School acceptance letter and giving myself a pat on the back. (Thank goodness Doug tolerates all the stupid things I come up with.) I do this about once a week, which sounds incredibly dumb, but after five years of rejection, it feels so good to be recognized and wanted. I intend to celebrate this acceptance over and over again until graduation comes, then I’ll celebrate that. It’s hard to describe how important this feels. I don’t know how to convey how deeply invested I was in persuing a medical career – academically, emotionally, financially, and all the rest. Then I got a reality check and found out I had put all my eggs in the wrong basket. It wasn’t necessarily a bad basket, but it wasn’t mine, and when the Easter Hunt ended, I had nothing to show for. My Harris letter is physical representation of the fact that I’m no longer a lost cause, that I have something to continue working for, that I can be good at something, that I have a new direction and a new future to look forward to and, finally, someone else sees something in me that I may have had all along. Like Shaheen Jafargholi, who could knock your socks off if he only had the right song, I’ve got a new song myself.
I’m hoping that being grounded in Chicago via school will help me feel less of an outsider in this city. It’s taking me a really long time to warm up to this place, and I’m still looking for that breakthrough moment. If it never comes, then hopefully Chicago will grow on me so slowly I’ll never notice until it’s time to leave and I find myself unexpectedly sad…
Memo
To: Weather forecasters and reporters in the greater Chicago area
From: A Southern California native who knows her numbers
Re: Temperature Readings
Just because you say it’s going to be 70 degrees doesn’t mean it will be 70 degrees. Just because Chicago area websites report it’s currently 70 degrees doesn’t mean it’s actually 70 degrees. Just because the sun is out doesn’t mean it feels like 70 degrees. Don’t lie to me – my biological thermostat will know when it’s really 70 degrees.
