Friday, September 20, 2013

Sirius

My dog is dying.
I keep a positive attitude, I swear I do. A million prayers, healings and buckets of positive energy have gone out to him from friends I don't even know, wonderful people who care about this stranger and her dog,  but I sit her daily and watch him wither away, a beautiful animal turning to bones before my eyes.

I am a fixer and a healer myself. I could supply anecdotes of what I have done that you would not believe, but the bulk of my healing has been through my knowledge of diseases and their cures, and my love of nurturing and healing those I care for. I am usually quite successful.

Today I am powerless.

I cannot heal my friend. I don't even know if holding him hurts him or comforts him. There is no more medicine I can give, no more energy I can saturate his being with, nothing that will stop the progression I am watching daily.

One of my best friends is dying and I sit here, impotent and frightened, afraid I am not doing all I can, afraid my sorry and fear is hurting him more.  I look into his gaunt eyes and the anger wells up in me,  anger at whatever god or higher power or whatever keeps these wheels turning would pile on yet more hurt in my life after everything I have endured in the past. I know a human or two who deserves a slow, withering death like my canine son , so why not them? Why my baby boy who has only enjoyed life with boundless energy for a year or so? He's a baby still for chrissake.

And the pain has tendrils too, little offshoots into other parts of my life. I feel guilt and sorrow towards my husband. I got him Sirius to replace his dog, the one his ex wife murdered.  And now that Sirius has turned into the perfect dog, has become his faithful companion, his best friend, now that its Man and Dog again, he is being ripped from him, just like his other dog was, and this beautiful man has already seen so much pain and hurt and anger and injustice that this, this is too much. Why I keep asking, why Sirius?

I have a new puppy. I got her when I was sure Siruis would survuve. I got her as a playmate for him, he loves other dogs so much. She is cute and sweet tempered and loves Sirius but part of me, this evil hateful part, it despises her for her energy, the life force that I want to snatch from her and inject into my Sirius. I sit and watch her, the beginnings of life, and him, the end, and the dichotomy is ripping my guts out.

My dog is dying.

Those of you who have had this happen know exactly what I am going through yet I feel completely alone. I don't know if is hope or wishful thinking or a protection of me or themselves but no one will agree with me so I am alone in my sorrow.  I wish the hope had not left, I really do. Hope is just an illusion we treat ourselves to so we can go on, but watching him all day, day in and day out, seeing him fade slowly before my eyes, how am I supposed to have hope? I have always been the kind of person who eventually loses the people and things she loves so why should Siruis be any different? Poor pitiful me. Everyone deserves a bout of self pity now and again.

I don't want other's pity. I don't want platitudes or Pollyanna attitudes, I don't want upbeat positive thinking. I want someone to hold me while I cry my soul out for my dying friend. I don't want to cry alone anymore.

And I want answers. Why does Mark have to lose another beloved friend? Why is such a sweet loving animal being tortured by a disease when there is plenty of evil in the world that deserves it much more?

I don't want to hear "the good die young". "God needs him now" "he will be in a better place" there's a reason for everything" I don't want to hear another bullshit saying from a bumper sticker, I just want my fucking dog back. Is that so hard?

My new puppy Maggie is a sweetheart and I know as she grows with the family she will become a precious part of it. I already love her very much. But her brown eye are too much like Sirius's and I know I will see him in there, at least in part, whenever I look at her sweet face.

I haven't had much death n my life, at least death of people I truly care for, and the animals I have had have either been lost to me through divorce  or by some other means, so I have never really had a pet die before and certainly Sirius is one of the best ones I have had. How do you deal? Am I over reacting? Should it feel like this, like my brother is dying?

The why won't it go away? And the helplessness. If he needed a kidney it  would be his, if he needed anything it would be his but only he can fight this now, he and the medicine that may be killing him as well, we really don't know for sure. Hell he may have cancer and all this hope and medicine is for nothing.

All I know it that by letting him run and play and be free I have allowed him to contract a rare and frequently fatal infection. It's my fault he is dying. How do I reconcile that with my son and my husband when he is gone (my daughter is not super attached to him). How do I tell them I am sorry? That he was having so much fun and is such a magnificent creature to watch play and hunt in the muck that I killed him by accident?  I dont think "whoops my bad" will suffice here.

As I type this I watch my 13 year old cat Chloe, the friend who has seem me though the worst times of my life, and I think how ironic it is. I have always though she would be the first pet I would mourn for. But I never felt like this about it. She has had a long and good life so if she were to go tomorrow the lame philosophies designed to comfort us would probably work, I am not a completely negative person.

And I also sit here and watch Maggie my puppy, still smaller than my fat ole cat Jake, I watch her as she sleeps at my feet, already attached to me at age 10 weeks. She will be a good dog, We will love her and she will be faithful and is already quite protective yet has a gentleness about her as well.

Sirius sleeps in his crate. He will sleep all day and perk up when Daddy gets home so no one believes me when I tell them how sick he is. He runs on conserved energy when around Mark, they are best friends and even in his sick state he has put himself on the line to protect us.

I do obits for all my friend's and family who lose pets. I know how they are human to us and part of the family and I hurt with them when they lose a pet.


Please up there, don't make me write one for own family.


Monday, September 16, 2013

The Sexes Pt. 2

***WARNING! EXPLICIT IDEAS AND LANGUAGE, NOT FOR KIDS***

I have been asking female friends what is important to them in a relationship and have picked the dozen most popular items. Guys this is for you. No judgment here, you do what you want but remember, our  love of sex is directly related to how we feel about you and ourselves.

1-Size does matter.Too big and its no fun. Too small and it's no fun. I don't need to give dimensions here,  if you fit either category you know who you are & have learned to compensate for it in other ways. If you  are not sure then you are fine, stop worrying about it. So yes, size matters but it works out so stop obsessing. We still enjoy it.

2-Stop telling us we look just as good without make-up. first, we know it's a lie. You either like us less or         more without it but it's not the same. We put a lot of money, time and effort into looking good and when you tell us it doesn't matter either way we lose motivation to look good and then you complain we let ourselves go. Admit it, you want us to look good, so say so, but DO let us know we are still attractive without make-up, even if not as much as with it, or tell us we look better but not the same. As for fat, always love us fat, even if you have to lie.

3-We know what you do. Yes, we do. You look at other women all the time. You think about sex with    them. You want to see or be in a 3-way. You want our sister/best friend. You fake orgasms and  know we do too. You watch/read porn...a lot....really. But you do worse things. You think we  look delicious but don't bother to tell us. You hesitate by the flower shop or the card store but  you keep walking.  You think about how much you love us at that moment but don't say it. See  the pattern? Think little things often, not big things occasionally. Little things are the best.

4-Do not hog the remote. You cannot imagine how much this annoys us. Not only do we feel "lucky" if we get to watch what we want to watch, but it is an overt power play on your part, some testosterone driven way of showing dominance over us and that really pisses us off.

5-NEVER tell us the following, even if we beg for honesty:
o   "You are not the prettiest girl I ever dated"
o   "You're being too emotional" or "It's just your period talking"
o   "She sure is hot"
o   "wow your sister /Mom/friend is hot"
o   "Your boobs are (too big, too small uneven...anything but perfect)"
o   "you are a good (cook, lover, shopper, massager) like my ex was"
o   how many sexual partners you have had and/or where we rank

6-We wonder 3 weeks prior if you will remember our birthday. Most anything else can be forgotten and           forgiven but not that...and your anniversary if you are married.

7-Never give her an important gift that looks like you picked it up at the last minute.  It doesn't matter   how expensive it is or if she even likes it but it has to look like you put thought into it. And if she  is not happy with thoughtful but inexpensive gifts  dump her, she is a bitch anyway. Small gifts mean the world. Guys you never do get this one. Pick us a flower. Grab those M&Ms we love at the check out. Surprise  us with a new spatula when we get mad our favorite one broke.  We  treasure these gifts more than anything because they show you are thinking about us, that you want us to smile, that you care. Again, if your GF is not like this she is a bitch, dump her.
                                               
8-Always defend your girlfriend/wife when someone is putting her down, hurting her  feelings, damaging her in any way. You don't have to pretend she is right when she is not, but   you do have to make her feel treasured and protected and guess what....YOU will feel great  about yourself when you do this. Chivalry is not dead, no matter how hard the 70's tried to kill  it.

9-Though this is number 9 this may be the most important one and the one you will have the hardest time mastering. Do not talk over top of us, ever ever ever. OK, knock down drag out fights sure,  scream at each other if you want but general conversation? Women are talked over by men in every part of society (I saw a male interviewer try to do that to Hilary Clinton!) and if you do  not do it she will notice and think you think she is the most important person in the world  to you. Men, do not under estimate the power of this one and the related number 10...

10-LISTEN to us. Okay? Do not HEAR us, listen to us. We know if you are or not. My husband is a rare     gem who has always listened to me and it makes me feel loved and respected and important. He will order pizza  with light sauce because he remembered I told him once sauce is not my thing.  He chose the white shirt over the yellow since he remembered I hate yellow...that my mother is a gardener, that in 9th grade I got beaten up...he listens to me like I listen to him and that  makes me feel precious.

11- Kiss us. Often. Well. Passionately. Like teenagers. We will be yours forever if we melt in your arms. You can do it, it's part of how you got us in the first place.

12- Find the common thread here. review these items and figure out what they all have in common. it's              really not that hard if you think about it.

The Sexes Pt. 1

NPR had a guest the other day who was born a man and spent 12 years teaching in a university before having  surgery to become a woman, after which he changed universities and taught as the woman he now is.
The point of the interview was to get the opinion of the way men and women are treated differently in society from someone who has experienced both worlds. The news was not good. As a man, students and teachers alike gave him much more respect , and more value was placed on his words and lectures than as a woman professor.  They even took more notes when he was a man teacher.
If you are a woman reading this I am sure you are not surprised, and if you are a man I do hope you are not rolling your eyes, telling us women we have it made and complain too much.
I usually let these things slide because I realize you cannot change a person's opinion on this issue. However, I now have a 16-year-old daughter (well ,step daughter but in my heart she and her brother are  mine) and this has become important to me. I want somehow to make her realize what the world is like without creating a man-hating, bitter bitch, as so many disillusioned  young women become. But most of all, I do not want her to fall into the "no boundaries" trap. Presently, the words "please" and "thank you" do not cross her lips enough, but as she gets older she may fall into the female trap of saying those words too much, along with apologizing for everything and always justifying her words or action if she thinks there is the slightest chance someone may disapprove. I know this sounds archaic, and many women are scoffing right now, saying we are strong and do not do that anymore but read the studies, there are dozens of them, stating that women still  believe their femininity is directly tied to how much they are liked, how little they rock the boat, and how emotional they are or aren't. Consequently we have 2 kinds of women: the ones I just described that, when taken to the extreme, are doormats, and the opposite, again extreme,the ball-busting feminists who hate men and any woman who wears a dress or heels. Most of us fall somewhere in-between but none of it is healthy.
It is my belief that many young women today do not know much about the plight we are in, and why should they? Pick up any history book and you will see, chapter after chapter, only a paragraph or two that includes women, and usually they simply describe their attire and their role as a homemaker, ignoring the family power dynamics because frankly it makes the men less than "kingly".
Here is the plain truth. Historically, women are the most consistently oppressed, abused and exploited humans on earth.  Some groups were enslaved by their own people. Some were treated relatively well (ancient Egypt) others savagely (America, both whites to blacks and Native Americans to Native Americans) but none, NONE on a nonstop, consistent basis like women were and are. Read that again, it is very important.
Now,  I could write a book on this topic. On how, while many cultures have been enslaved and abused, inside the master's home the females lived in quiet desperation. Certainly they had creature comforts, but their thoughts, opinions, feelings, ideas, dreams, indeed, their very humanity, were simply dismissed only because they were female and therefore were not as highly evolved as men.  Please don't misunderstand. I am not devaluing the horrors of slavery, whether it be Africans, Mexicans, Slavics (where the word "slave" derives from) or any group who was beaten and abused and had its freedom denied. I am saying there is silent suffering that goes on, and that has gone on, that refuses to be recognized where other groups of oppressed people have some sort f platform and are making progress, if more slowly than one would like. This silent oppression is particularly true for white women of European descent. Africans, Native Americans, even the Gypsy culture give women way more respect as equals (though not perfect) than European or American women.  And if you go far enough back you will see that most major religions were based on female deities.  Even in Christianity there is evidence in the unpublished books of the bible of the disciple Mary's influence on the group and as her power as a speaker and evangelical post resurrection. (Why do you think they are considered blasphemous?)
Read diaries by men from the beginning of time to say the 1960s and you will see this common thread running through them. Women were to be good mothers, child bearers(who were, during some eras, put to death if they did not bear a son, which we now know is the man's job), and were responsible for the running of the house. Female authors had to use masculine pen names in order to get published because a woman was thought too stupid to write, (and this goes on. Why do you think the author of the Harry Potter books is J.K. Rowling? The publishers were afraid her books would not sell if written by a female) even today ,only 18 women are CEOs of all the Fortune 500 companies...and THAT made big news because previously there were 16!  Women have always been blamed when they were raped or abused ,by stranger or husband. The few women who were recognized for their achievements in science or medicine were considered "masculine" or today "lesbians", as if you need to have some male attribute to be able to contribute meaningfully to society.
So let's jump to the good old days of the 1950's, where every pot had a chicken in it and the American economy was so good that post WWII women could quit their factory jobs and stay at home to raise the kids and keep the house. Utopia many say. Statistically? There was more depression, alcoholism and suicide among women during this time than ever recorded before (the first antidepressants came out in the late 1950s so the rate went down for women after that).  The more comfortable a man could make his wife the more social status he had, yet again, her opinions and feelings were considered frivolous and not to be taken seriously, to some degree or another. I am not saying this is a hard and fast rule, certainly there was equality in some marriages, I am talking trends and statistics here. Always there is an exception. Yet when push comes to shove, even today, most men pull the Man of the House card. Oh and those "feminine wiles" we are so famous for? It's called learning how to survive in a man's world, it is not some immature ploy to get a new bauble.
So the children of these depressed women grew up to be the hippies of the 60s and 70s - the bra burners. The protesters, free love, open sexuality, going back to work instead of being chained to the home. Equal at last. Really? Let's see. Who do you think benefits most from free swinging boobs and free love? The women  or the men?  How about working?  In 1969 women made 57 cents to every man's dollar for equal work.  By 1996 that figure had risen to 68 cents per every man's dollar and that was after legislation was passed to force wage equality!
 We still live by the double standard that if conflict arises the man is standing up for himself and is admired and the woman is being a bitch and probably has PMS...especially if she is coming out ahead in the conflict. So what has this "choice" done that we have? This choice to work or stay home (which is what "women's lib" was all about essentially, right?) has now created an economy where there is no more choice in most households. All things being equal, all recessions, politics and such aside, the fact is that by creating unnecessary two-income households we saw a huge jump in divorce and remarriage rates and, now that the economy has adjusted to this extra household income, we are forced to have two incomes ; economically 2 incomes is no longer a luxury it has become, by its very proliferation, mandatory.  Gone are the days where, if you had a good job you could afford a modest house,  a stay at home wife, a car and a couple kids. Now here is the rub. Even though women work the same hours as men and for less money AND in less prestigious careers, the woman is still expected to do all the cooking, cleaning and child rearing ,as she was when she did not work outside the home.  If you do not believe me google it, you will find more data than you can process supporting this. How many women out there have said a million times at 5pm "well, time to go home to my other job" and fall into bed five hours before she has to get up again, after folding the wash at 11pm that night?  This plight, of exhaustion , expectations and unappreciation is standard conversation among women, be they friends or strangers. As for husbands/significant others, their roles vary. Some share equally in the household chores (though I dare you to find a woman who has one of those and if she does she will tell you he feels he is "helping her out" instead of taking half the responsibility for the house and the kids himself, inferring that inherently it is her job)others expect you to  wait on them and don't even know where the dishes are in the kitchen, and of course everything in-between.
So let's take stock here. We have 52% of the world's population being treated unfairly by 48% of the remaining population. We have overworked, tired, unfulfilled women who have been raised by society to feel they have to work, raise kids, keep a home, host parties and do it all in heels and make-up and be happy about it all. The reality is we have unfulfilled, resentful, exhausted working mothers who also are expected to always be friendly, say "yes" to every request, put themselves last and say "please", "thank you" and "sorry" way too often.  Currently, we are expected to work outside the home, expected to run everything  and basically expected to do both jobs...homemaker and career woman...that 30 years ago was presented as a choice of one or the other. Oh I forgot to mention we all have to look 20 years younger than we are and weigh 30 pounds less than we do
 I do not blame men for most of this. These unrealistic expectations are created and perpetuated by WOMEN. Yes ladies, I blame US for this.  Men are quite simple and easy to read. Either they want you to stay home, they want you to work, they want you to do whichever you want to do, or they want you to do both. Now the ones that want both had better be helping out big time, but in general you do not see men forcing us women to do things we think are expected of our gender. WE demand we weight 120 pounds, WE demand we are mother of the year and have a career at the same time. WE do not set boundaries in our lives, take care of ourselves first (which every man and child does naturally). Cosmopolitan Magazine, in my opinion, is the most damaging publication for women ever created. Next time you get a chance to read a copy, if you are a woman,  I dare you not to feel completely  inadequate in bed, at the office, in the kitchen, hell at anything for that matter. Its women based ideas and publications/media that are loading us up with these unrealistic expectations. Consequently, because we are expected to do it all and do it all well, we either excel at one thing and the rest gets left by the wayside or we try to juggle everything equally and nothing is done right. It is humanly impossible to live up to what society (read our female peer group) expects of us so we feel inadequate, unworthy, less-than...you name it. There is a reason that  3/4 of  prescribed antidepressants and tranquilizers  in America are for women, and this doesn't include those that self medicate with alcohol or illegal drugs only.
So what is the answer here? I don't know, if it were that easy it would have been done, but I do have some ideas.
First, let's ask our men, be they spouse, lover, brother, father, boss or friend...what really do you want? Be specific. think of it as a sociological experiment. My guess is that they will tell you they want  the women around them to be happy, to be fulfilled, to be loving  yet strong, the yin to their yang, all of which come naturally to us. They don't want an exhausted bitchy female.
Then let's get off each other's cases. Most men I know like me way better with a curvy figure than when I was Twiggy, yet every woman I know thinks I am fat. Most men not only don't care if the house is not immaculate, they don't even notice, yet Nosy Neighbor comes over and she will see any tiny crevice dirt. We are doing this to ourselves at this point ladies, and until we stop the competing, stop the judging and the coveting, we cannot begin the transformation that men need to understand where we are coming from and how to please us, which they want to do way more than we give them credit for.
Also, set boundaries. Say yes when you mean it and no if you don't. Do not allow anyone to make you uncomfortable in any way or guilt you into social obligations if you do not want to participate. This is your life, who cares if everyone doesn't adore you, yet consequently more will if you have set limits. Men live like this and are respected for it and if we stop apologizing for breathing or for asking for extra dressing on the side we too will be respected for it, but until we all set limits and boundaries and praise each other for it than we are doomed. The sad thing is I hear the word "bitch" come out of a woman's mouth way more often than out of a man's.
I was hoping that by the time I hit this age I would not be talked over by a man, not have PMS tossed at me when I am angry, not be dismissed or ridiculed when I speak to a man of matters which are over his head just to save his ego, but it still happens.

So back to where I started. How do I teach these things to my daughter? My only answer to that is by example and perhaps if we all teach our children by example not only will they have less Zanax in their cabinets, but maybe we will too.