Showing posts with label rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rants. Show all posts

Thursday, January 28, 2021

It's Been a Very Long Time

I'm not really back in the literal sense, it's been a very long time since I felt any urge to add to these pages and made them private long ago. Now, they're not all public, a few being returned to drafts. I'm sure why I did this, honestly I can't recall the context, since it was done years ago.  

Recently, I have been musing more than I used to, or rather, the musings are staying with me longer than they used to. Most of my musings are fleeting, without any real purpose. Passing thoughts like ships in the night. They come and go, and few stick with me for days. I have come to a strange conclusion and it's not just America's problem, it is seemingly everywhere, every corner of the world. We have become addicted to drama. 


Social Media (Facebook, Twitter, or even Blogger) didn't invent outrage or tribalism. Yet it thrives on those services. People will post how much they appreciate "being kind" post also about things that infuriate them. They shut down any possible discussion about what they post (which might be true or false) by posting that when they see something they disagree with, they just keep scrolling. This obviously makes them feel better about their shit post moments earlier they might have posted where they took a distinct political stance. It also tells me, they don't honest discussion, they just want likes and comments that back up whatever they believe to true. 

I noticed several years ago, Facebook friends who I had known elsewhere for years before had slowly changed. Everything was fine when we complained about our families, shared silly stuff our kids said, and fostered relationships based on those things. These women had my home address and phone number. We exchanged gifts at holidays, we would call each other for advice or help during difficult times. A few years into Facebook, I began noticing changes in most of them. Things I never realized before, like how religious they were or what political flavor they were. Even the ones who claim to proudly not engage in "political drama" I would see they liked, gave a heart or laughing emoji, to a mutual friend who did post something that was political. I could deduce where they stood by those likes and laughs. They began to speak openly about the "War on Christmas" even though as an atheist I knew there wasn't such a thing. If I dared to point it out, my comment was lost in a sea of "amens" with replies of heart emojis. My comment would simply be passed over at best, or removed entirely by them out of fear it would upset another friend of theirs (who I can only assume was more important than me). 

Yet, I scrolled past every bible verse they posted without so much as a comment. I flew past when they updated their cover or profile image, to reflect the "real reason for the season" or whatever holiday motif they believed. I didn't do that because I am a better person, but I remained respectful of their religious belief. When I dared to post something that might have upset their deep religious belief on my own wall (not directed at them) one responded with "sad" emoji.  They have never liked or remarked on anything I've ever posted since. I was sent to the facebook version of the cornfield, muted by them.  Sure they'd pop over, if I bought something they were selling, but quickly forgot about me when I didn't continue to buy from them -- how many sets of earrings, mops, makeup did I need? Especially when I didn't care for the product and found it overpriced and lacked value?

It might seem that I've digressed greatly from the topic of this post, but not really, the tribalism that I've seen grow on social media is part of the problem as is the addiction we have to drama. We thrive on drama. Especially the drama that causes us to feel outraged about anything. Each "Karen" or "Todd" video would lead to hours of scrolling to see the post that said the person was fired from their job or some other outcome and gleefully retweeted or shared for further likes. We are fast to boycott a business that outrages us, but do they really outrage us? Or are we just told that someone else is outraged by what they did, therefore I should also be outraged? A whole 99% of businesses I'm supposed to be boycotting are mostly things I don't buy anyway. 

If we're not in a constant state of turmoil are we not living? Everything is geared to whip us up into a frenzy that honestly if our lives were less dull we probably wouldn't even notice. We have filled our lives with stuff that increases our need for that jolt of drama.  It really started with reality TV, which we know that isn't real at all and I think we're all clued into that. Networks however, jumped on that bandwagon with both feet, because who needs writers, real actors, who needs anything, save for some camera and sound people? It's cheap and give a good hook people will watch. The Network TLC used to be about learning. In fact it was known as the "Learning Channel" they would show cooking, travel and home improvement shows, some decorating stuff too. They learned quickly that could make more money by producing crap about buying a wedding dress or emergency make overs, or Little People, then enter every freak family that has now become famous because they have 20 kids, which was originally part of an one off show about super sized families that was spun off into a million different shows. 

Those shows are all geared toward some sort of drama, usually manufactured that they would drag out for weeks and weeks to keep people watching. I could go on and on. I stopped watching all television years ago for this reason. I gave up on even local news because I could see how false it was, not driven by actually reporting but cherry picking what the "news of the day" was based solely on political agendas. A classic example of this was my local news stations (all of them) reporting daily on the meth problem in Portland Oregon a decade ago, until law passed taking Sudafed off the shelves (it requires a script and doctor's visit) then suddenly while the meth problem continued to rage (and eventually bled into the prescription drug problem and heroin addiction problem), was absent from the daily news. To the media was "problem solved" now we get people outraged about new stuff...

Which brings us back to social media and how everyone is right and has the right to their own set of facts, how we become a society of virtual avatars, publicly voicing our collective outrage about whatever I'm supposed to be outraged about. 

It begs to ask, how are we supposed to ever compromise when everyone believes they're right? How will ever be one country when we are divide into factions? When will we understand that we created the division? 


Monday, November 17, 2008

Just Another Monday

Not Ready For Prime Time or Prime Rib

As I mentioned Saturday the family went out to lunch, though the location was a surprise, the reason wasn't, it was to celebrate this Ranter's birthday (which is actually today). The place we went to was fairly upscale, and the food was very good but I have to say my family has the WORST table manners. Think about an early Simpson episode showing the family gathered around the table when Lisa still ate meat and you'll get the idea. If you don't watch the show just imagine people shoveling food into their mouths.

Looks like I need to plan a fancy dinner at home to teach my family some lessons on table manners. Now that being said, the kids are well behaved in most situations and eating establishments, they just lack the refinement. There was sleeve to nose action, ignoring the cloth napkin in lieu of pants or shirt, little nitpiky things that would make a mom crazy. Like Fredo, who ordered a hamburger but decided he didn't like the bun, so picked the meat up and ate that with his fingers. Even dipped it in ketchup. Pissboy was no better in his table manners shoveling large..too large forkfuls of salad into his mouth and chewing like a cow. Rainbird did maintain himself, and kicked children when appropriate but that led to usual loud voice..."why did you kick me?"

Yeah it was a proud moment for me, but thankfully it was just lunch and not dinner and I'm equally thankful we ate early before the place was crowded. Now that I know what needs to be done I can work on it at home. Table manners 101.

Now, I will have to say Fredo did surprise me this morning, first thing he said when he came downstairs this morning was "Happy Birthday Mom." I was kinda blown away because normally in the hustle and bustle of the mornings, I'm lucky to get a hello out of either kid. Fredo gets up very early to catch the 7:20 bus, so that was the best gift. I'm serious, I'm getting teary eyed just writing about it. Pissboy got up, told me that I have to wash his hoodie because he got something weird on it, his bird is running low on food, and he needs more toothpaste. He did say his usual, "by mom, love ya see ya later," as he walked out the door. I'll just pretend he said happy birthday.

I'll admit it I have a love/hate thing about birthdays and I'm surprised at myself for spending so much time on this, because really I don't care that much. It's nice to have my birthday acknowledged, but I dunno. Okay, I'm pissed. I'm pissed off that Pissboy asked me last night what I wanted for my birthday, I'm pissed off that his father said NOTHING. I just told him it was a little late to be asking that--I mean for fucks sake my birthday is today.

If I waited until the day before to plan what to give any of them....Ohmyfuckingod, they'd feel so unloved and would be so pissy about it...but it's okay when it's just 'Mom's' birthday. I know everyone is just focused on the great turkey dinner I'm going to prepare next week but still.

Pissboy is very artistic, he could have made me a card, though he is totally old enough to say to his father, I want to get mom something for her birthday, can you drive me to the mall. Might have given his father the much needed kick in the ass he deserves too. I'm sorry going to the store and buying a card on the day of someone's birthday isn't a great thing either unless it is an office buddy...it's an afterthought.

I know we/I let men off easy when it comes to that kind of stuff, like waiting until the last minute and we've all seen florist shops packed to the gills with men picking out just about anything on Valentines Day so they don't go home empty handed. Or the joke about men going to shop for the wives/mothers/girlfriends on Christmas Eve and that's because for a lot of men it's true. But don't they understand what they are really saying is, "I don't really give a crap but will do it to get her off my back for another year." Heavy emphasis on the I really don't give a crap part.

Anyway, today I'm going out for lunch again, this time with my mother in law, who has gifts for me. We're going to a Mexican place where all the money is put into the food and none is spent on atmosphere. I have no idea what I'm going to cook for dinner tonight. I

I can't believe I actually care....but then again...Fredo did wish me a Happy Birthday.

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Monday, November 10, 2008

Like the Fat Orange Cat Garfield

I Really, Really Hate Mondays

Especially when Monday is followed by a holiday, I mean what is that all about? I think with the exception of Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukkah, New Years, 4th of July, shouldn't have a date attached to them, they should just be 2nd Monday in November, or whatever month they happen to be in. Actually we can remove Thanksgiving really from that list since it's always on Thursday--there is no date attached to it. But I do feel most holidays should be on a Monday. Even back in the day when we used to get both Washington and Lincoln's birthdays off, they were celebrated on a Monday, and yes it made sense to combine them into Presidents day. Because I don't want a day off celebrating Ronald Regan or Roosevelt or JFK or any other....MLK day moves around too, as it should.

So now we come to Veterans day, and yes it's an important day to remember all veterans of any war, but it's a date that can be easily moved to a Monday in November. Woodrow Wilson signed the original bill into law in 1919. Armistice Day as it was called then, was to celebrate the men that fought in the first world war, the idea was that WW1 was the war to end all wars (how optimistic was that?). It was later changed to Veterans Day in 1954 by Eisenhower. This date isn't attached to any significance past or present, aside from it being for VETERANS. I would also think for travel purposes having it on a Monday would be more convenient rather than in middle of the week.

Train Kept A-Rolling

As long as I'm ranting, I might as well continue and I hate sounding like an old fart but....what is it with parents? I'm not talking about parents of little kids, I'm talking about parents of children in the 25-30 year range that are not in school. At first I thought it was a little strange that a parent would continue to let a child live at home, and we've all heard the jokes about the 30 year old, living in his parents basement, playing video games. Never had a date, etc., but it's really not a joke anymore, now it's like cool to be that guy, or girl. It used to be, hence the joking, something to really be ashamed of but now it's not. It's cool if you have a job, earn money, don't pay rent, have meals prepared for you, laundry done, don't have to clean, budget for household expenses, save for "wants", pay for car insurance, car registration....I can go on. I personally know and have heard of LOTS of parents that are enabling (let's call it what it is) their children to not grow up, and why should they when they have everything done for them? Is this helping them to learn any kind of responsibility or is it just prolonging childhood when we had no worries? I don't know if the parents are afraid of an empty nest (another rite of passage) or if they're afraid their children can't make it without them.

Is this fallout from the 1980's when children's self esteem was all consuming and included letting children win at games so they wouldn't feel bad about losing. No one was picked last, teams were decided by the teacher. Parent/Teacher conferences were attended by the parents only, without the children, because the teacher didn't want the child to hear bad things being said about them (in some areas that's still the norm). Or is it because parents want to be their children's best friend rather than a parent? When my 14 year old son comes to talk with me about something sometimes the mom hat is on, sometimes it's just the adult hat, or no hat, depending on the conversation. I will say though the "friend" hat is never on. I'm not a peer of his, I'm his mom.

I've heard stories that just curl my toes, like the daughter that told her parents to pay for her lavish wedding, and then demanded they give money for a downpayment for a house. Which for some reason the parents did, then the housing market dropped, the house ended up being foreclosed because the "children" coudn't afford the payment on the adjustable mortgage. It gets better...Then these parents said they'd buy these children (I use the term children lightly) another house, because their daughter was having a baby. These so-called children said they would accept the house ONLY if they could pick it out themselves. WTF? These "parents" aren't wealthy, their own house is mortgaged to the hilt, but took the money out of their retirement savings to purchase this house for the daughter.

I know another family, two sons grown in their early 30's, one still lives at home, the other "lives" in a house down the street, the parents inherited. This son that "lives on his own" pays none of the utilities, and eats ever meal at home, showers at home, and does just about everything at home and by home I mean MOM and DAD's HOME, not his own. He's supposed to be paying rent but doesn't because he just bought a new truck and needs to pay for that, this is in addition to the new Honda he bought last year. He works 4 hours a day as an plummer. He could work more hours but doesn't want to.

I know more but just can't go on....I feel my blood pressure rising.

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