Sep 29

The very best thing about the upcoming Canadian Election is that Rick Mercer has started posting on his blog again.  I love the way he pokes fun at Canadian politics, Canadian politicians, Canadians, and, most recently, Canadian politicians who blog…

But now I love blogs again. Blogs are serving an exciting new purpose: making politics interesting again. When I turn on the news and hear that another candidate is in trouble because of something they said on their blog I am like a kid at Christmas.

We are in a brave new time. In this election, like all of them before, there are people stepping forward for the first time. Candidates in their 20s and 30s … represent a generation of Canadians who’s every movement from the womb to the ballot has been electronically recorded.

A home video camera didn’t just roll on their first adorable steps and their first header into the coffee table; it was also running when they smoked lousy hash in an apple and then opened their zipper, pulled out their front pockets, exposed their man-tackle and did the elephant impersonation. There are now candidates running for all parties who know that their every embarrassing moment at university has been forever cached in numerous Facebook profiles. And this new generation of politician have all, for the most part, experimented with blogging.

This is a harsh contrast to our current crop of politicians sitting in parliament, the vast majority of whom have no idea how to power up a laptop let alone publish every bizarre opinion and thought they have ever had without a spell check, let alone a sober second thought.

It will change the face of elections forever.

Who will run? In the past politicians had to survive a party background check if they wanted to offer themselves for public office. And by and large most Canadians could pull that off. The question for candidates of the future will be “can you survive a detailed Google search?” Who among us will be able to do such a thing?

And you know what? He’s right! I love it!

Welcome back, Rick! You’ve been missed!

And, ok, the election is pretty interesting, too. I’m actually pretty excited to be all set up to vote from afar and will be casting my ballot before long as it must reach Ottawa by election day.  Can I just say how much I am appreciating the differences between American and Canadian politics?  Because I am.  I know that the American population is about eleventy million times larger than ours and maybe that makes the length of their campaign process appropriate. But it feels like it’s been going on FOREVER. I’m kind of relieved that it’s only a month from start to finish in Canada. In my opinion, it gives our politicians more time and freedom to accomplish what they set out to do. 

Or, you know, write incriminating shit on their blogs to be uncovered in future election campaigns.

Sep 28

I may have mentioned that my daughter has developed a little problem recently.  The problem manifests itself like this: my five year old turns into a 42 year old, disgruntled and cranky product of middle-management, a micro-manager.

You know that boss you have who doesn’t trust any employees to use their common sense and interprets any individuality or spontaneous action as a threat to their authority? The one who constantly interferes with your projects, asking questions and making suggestions, even though they are incapable of understanding your plan or contributing in any useful way?  That’s my kid.

She has her (uninformed) ideas about how the world works and she always has A PLAN for everything and God forbid I should deviate from THE PLAN. Half the time her plans are made without my knowledge or guidance which means they will almost certainly not be viable because, hello? Just because you PLANNED to play with your favourite Cinderella barbie before bed, does not mean that it’s the best time to do so.  

I feel exactly like I have an annoying manager following me around, getting in my way, and questioning my judgement and reasoning on every decision and making foolish suggestions, just to piss me off.  

I know, I know, she’s five. She is just exploring her personality and the limits and all that stuff.  It doesn’t mean she’s not irritating the hell out of me! I try to encourage her to do all kinds of things in life. But aggravating me (or others) does not make my list of Important Skills To Learn Before Graduating High School. Of course, like most micro-managers, she throws a complete hissy fit when her suggestions are thwarted.  The anguished weeping and frustrated arm flailing and unintelligible wailing is enough to make me want to say “If you think you can do a better job, BE MY GUEST!” 

Is it bizarre that I’m questioning myself because of the constant badgering of a child who has only been out of diapers for a couple years??? I think it is.

Yeah…I’m going to have to ask you to go ahead and come in on Sunday to organize the toilet paper and scrub the bottoms of my shoes. Ummm…thanks.

Sep 27

We went apple picking last weekend and I am totally feeling nostalgic because this weekend we are drowning in rain.

I’ve never been apple-picking before for several reasons. First, we have never lived in an area where the land was such that it could sustain an entire apple orchard (One or two apple trees in a yard, yes. Orchard? No.). Second, we had friends back in Saskatoon who gladly supplied us with more apples than we could ever want for free.  

So when I saw the price tags of our idyllic apple-picking adventure I may have cursed. Loudly.  But still, it was a lot of fun. The only disappointing part was that the picking is over way too quickly. All that’s left after that is to eat as many apples as you can so as to get more apples for your $25.  Between the four of us we definitely ate another $25 worth. It’s amazing no one vomited. Seriously. AMAZING.


Kieran literally walked between the rows of trees picking up apple after apple off the ground and taking one bite before letting it drop and moving on to the next one.  Awesome. 

OMG. Couldn’t you just DIE from the cute?

Sep 26

I seriously think I’m going to stroke out from the excitement of all the good shows starting back up last week and this week! Wheeee!!!! So much fun! (Did I just post about how busy I was? Pshaw! Busy schmusy!)

Sep 24

Oy.  Things are crazy this week. We have friends visiting and somehow managed to schedule every. single. medical appointment for this week. I spent 2 hours in the doctor’s office this morning answered 93847296 questions about my medical history and current health and then getting poked with all kinds of needles and still not losing a single drop of blood because apparently I don’t bleed. So I won ANOTHER trip to the lab tomorrow! Lucky me.

I have also taken on a huge project which is really exciting and I can’t wait to tell you all about, but, unfortunately you will have to wait. I know. Everyone hates it when bloggers talk about something without talking about it. So very rude. I’m a jerk.

Also? I have a cold and I am fighting the urge to curl up in the fetal position for the next week. But there is just too much going on to allow myself to do that.

I am so totally overwhelmed right now. Can you tell? There’s nothing to say but that I am going to do my darnedest to get some real content up here pronto. Until then, may I present…my sidebar?!  So many links to choose from! I’m sure you’ll find something to your interest.

Back soon! 

Love,
 Shannon

Sep 22

Just imagine, if you will, the look of horror on your hypothetical husband’s face when he walks into the room and asks why on earth you deleted EVERY LAST THING out of the downloads folder on the laptop?  And you look at him, and blink, because surely he is joking. While you are ignorant of nearly all things technological, surely, SURELY HE KNOWS you are not stupid enough to delete everything from the precious downloads folder on the laptop!

And then you might just have a flash of a memory go off way in the recesses of your memory of a moment not too long ago when you had the laptop open on the counter in the kitchen. And you *might* have been momentarily distracted by something and as you turned around your eye caught your two year old mashing the keyboard with glee.  

If that happened you *might* look at your fuming husband, who has smoke coming out of his ears, with wide, innocent eyes and say “Why, no! I have NO IDEA what happened!”

Not that it happened to me.  But that sure would have SUCKED if it had!

Sep 19

…when your child has an expressive speech delay? What changes? 

Nothing.

Except everything changes just a little. Or maybe it’s just me. There was always a niggling concern in the back of my head, even when most people assured me that all boys are slow to talk, my son didn’t talk until he was 4. I wanted to know. And I didn’t want to get to a point where I wished I had taken steps to help him earlier.

Still, hearing the words out loud made my heart hurt just a little. Even though I know his speech problems are due to his many ear problems and not some failing of mine. Even though I know he will likely catch up to his peers without a problem now that he is getting help from Early Intervention. Even though I know that his so-called “therapy” will be like play time and he will probably love every minute of it.

Still. A little part of my heart is sad knowing my baby, through no fault of his own, isn’t living up to his potential.

I know, I know. Suck it up, princess. I should be thanking my lucky stars that we’ve got help and so fast. I should be grateful that he doesn’t have more serious problems. That a year from now my son will mostly likely be yammering until my head aches, just like his sister. I am not complaining. I’m truly thankful that he is going to be getting the help he needs. 

Maybe what really makes me sad is I am realizing this is the first of many times in his life where he may not reach his full potential, whether by his choice or not.  As a parent I want nothing more than to see my kids fulfill all the promise I see in them. Even if it’s something as trivial as being able to say “I’m sorry I just hit my sister in the head with this matchbox car.” 

Sep 18

I said I wasn’t going to talk about boobs for a while and I lied.  But I promise it will be short. I am honoured to have been included in the Breastfeeding Without Blankets Blog Carnival over at defining someday. I am glad to see the focus returning to where it was supposed to be in the first place: a simple critique of WestJet’s blunder (their treatment of a specific class of passengers) and their lack of appropriate response.

Thanks, Elle, for making the effort to listen and for including me as one of “the feared online pundits, The Mommy Bloggers”. It totally made my day! And it kind of made me giggle a little, too.

Sep 16

I received a comment on yesterday’s post from someone who felt strongly that I was being overly dramatic in my treatment of the breastfeeding issue.

I’m ashamed that you consider this harassment or a human rights violation. At most it is upsetting.

I agree that you should be allowed to breastfeed when/where ever needed. That being said I believe that in this politically correct world we are getting ridiculous. It’s not a human right to never be upset or offended. If the flight attendant had insisted on having her cover up that would be another story but nothing I’ve read on this incident said that is the case.

Comments such as most of those I’ve seen on this incident only cheapen those who actually do have human rights issues.

I mean the very idea that the right to nurse in public could be treated as a human rights issue when people around the globe are being physically mistreated, forced into unethical and unfair situations and going without basic necessities like food and water seems laughable, right? I imagine women shrieking “FORGET STARVING CHILDREN! THEY’RE MAKING ME COVER MY BOOOOOBIESSSS!!!” Laughable! The very idea!

Give me a little credit, folks! I did actually spend some time thinking about that very issue before and while writing my post. So let me address the problems suggested by the commenter.

First, that it is wrong for me (or anyone) to consider this incident harassment or a human rights violation.  I suppose it might seem like that if you take this situation on its own. The fact is, it’s becoming increasingly common for women to experience this kind of hassling by people and businesses when nursing in public. I’ve never been a big “crusader” for breastfeeding rights. I’ve never really considered it my “cause”. But Catherine isn’t the only person who has experienced this reaction to breastfeeding in public.  She’s not the first to blog about it. She’s not the only one to be judged or treated like she’s behaving indecently. And while her treatment isn’t the same as physical or verbal abuse, it was still an ugly judgment on her as a person and a slap in the face of her dignity. I don’t know about you, but I consider dignity a basic human right. When women are treated like they are violating indecency laws while breastfeeding in public their dignity is violated. 

Second, it’s not my right to never be offended. Well yes, of course that is true. And no doubt there have been many people who are too easily offended over trivial issues throughout Canada’s (and America’s) history. What I have to ask is why aren’t more people offended by the way our country treats nursing mothers?  Why are we still so wrapped up in our prudish heritage that we take offense at a bare breast for the purpose of feeding a child and yet not at the subtle attitudes that pile the pressure on to women who are already under incredible pressure with the physical and emotional demands of a nursing child. If we really believe that a person who expects a nursing mother to be completely covered in order to be “decent” is wrong, then why is our first reaction often to go ahead and ask that mother to cover up?

Third, that the flight attendant didn’t actually do anything wrong (ie. forcing a nursing mother to cover up) so I (and others like me) should shut our big yaps. Well, in my humble opinion, the flight attendant did do something wrong and you don’t have to follow the scenario to it’s most extreme conclusion (physically forcing a woman to cover herself while nursing) to recognize that something needs to change here. I am not the only one who believes that this is gender discrimination which IS protected by the Canadian charter of rights and freedoms. 

Maybe it is reaching to call this particular incident a true and blatant violation of human rights. But the attitudes portrayed by the players, especially the lack of appropriate response by WestJet, is a telling sign that our culture does not practice what it preaches, not to mention that we have fanatically juvenile preoccupation with sexualizing breasts.

Does a call to treat nursing mothers with dignity cheapen the much more dramatic injustices many people in the world are suffering? I don’t think so. As the saying goes, charity starts at home. As it turns out, so do a lot of other important things like sensitivity, respect, empathy, compassion, dignity and tolerance. If we can’t treat one of our own citizens, nursing in an airplane, with respect what makes us think we can do so with the citizens of other countries? Freedom in word means nothing unless it’s accompanied by deeds.

Sep 14

In light of Her Bad Mother’s recent experience while trying to nurse her baby on a WestJet flight, I felt compelled to add my voice to the chorus.  Here goes:

 

Dear WestJet,

No doubt you are just beginning to realize your blunder in not acknowledging the nursing mothers of North America and their rather compelling voices.  You have often chosen to ignore them and it’s eventually going to kick you in the ass if you don’t smarten up.  Here’s what you need to know about women who breastfeed on airplanes:

1. Women who travel with small infants are often tense and anxious to the point of feeling physically ill (or maybe that’s just me?). Travelling with a baby is exhausting and stressful and most of us are conscious enough of our fellow passengers to know that they are all eyeing us and praying they won’t be seated anywhere near the woman with the scream machine wailing infant.  Our own rights to travel with our babies are often drowned out by trying not to offend those around us with our noisy little companion. Or by the less than pleasant welcome we receive by fellow travellers.  We have been conditioned to feel that air travel is for childless adults, no matter what your airline’s “policy” is. 

This attempt to be considerate of other people’s comfort is degrading. It makes us feel like second-class citizens and we are already having to deal with the fact that we are responsible for twice as much luggage, carry-on and passengers as most other travellers. We also have to give up our right to having a seat to ourselves during the flight - we are obligated to share our seat with someone who has no concept of personal space.  We forfeit the chance to tune out for the duration of the flight with headphones, televisions and newspapers/books/magazines as our attention is usually required every. minute.

Nursing our babies may be the only small relief we get during our time aboard your aircraft and your interruption of that process is nothing short of inhumane.

2. Most of us want to be discreet when we nurse.  That means different thing for different people. For some that means covering with a blanket, for some just trying not to flash our breasts too gratuitously.  Despite your insinuation to the contrary, most of us really don’t want to attract attention while we’re in such an intimate and vulnerable position. But your insistence on trying to mandate how we feed our infant is completely inappropriate for several reasons.

  • First, do you know how LONG it takes some of us to learn how to breastfeed? It can take us months to work out a system with our infant that works for us. Sometimes it’s painful. It’s always draining. Now we’re stuck in an unfamiliar setting with limited space and we’re trying to make it work as best we can under the circumstances. You can’t imagine how very unhelpful your comments are in this scenario.
  • Second, have you ever tried to breastfeed a baby that doesn’t want a blanket over their face? Some of them REALLY HATE IT and keeping them covered while nursing is like trying to make ice cream on the surface of the sun. Futile. Offering us a blanket does not make your suggestion any less offensive. It just showcases your ignorance. A nursing mother will HAVE a blanket if she needs one. She even knows how to use her words and ask for one if she has forgotten hers. You don’t require other passengers to cover their faces while they eat, stop trying to interfere.
  • Third, we really don’t need to remind you of our right to breastfeed our baby in public without being harassed, do we? If it makes other people uncomfortable it’s YOUR JOB as a flight attendant to remind them of the nursing mother’s rights, not to encroach on those rights by asking us to cover up.

3. In this day and age, when science and medicine bombards mothers with the reasons why we should breastfeed our infants, your subtle message that nursing is somehow obscene is akin to telling your passengers to forgo seatbelts because they are inconvenient. All that buckling and restraint! It makes other passengers uncomfortable! They don’t want to watch you and your awkward seatbelt! Your buckling up is not appropriate in public! But we still think you should use that seatbelt in the privacy of your own vehicle, don’t get us wrong!

We are under incredible pressure to breastfeed and for many of us it is a hard choice to make. It is a choice we make gladly because it’s best for our children, but it is not without a price. Contrary to popular belief, nursing is not always easy. Some mothers sacrifice a hell of a lot in order to nurse their children and when companies like WestJet try to invalidate our decision by treating us like we are shooting a pornographic video in seat 12B the message is hard to ignore. 

So here’s what you need to do. You need to formally apologize to Catherine Connors at Her Bad Mother. And you need to mean it. If WestJet wants to be known as a family-friendly airline or, for that matter, an airline that supports basic human rights, you are going to have to change your strategy. You are going to have to train your employees to be the champions of human rights, rather than the hounds that nip at the heels of women who are already dealing with a whole world of pressure. Teach respect and tolerance and the basic dignity and rights of all humans and you will be rewarded with the kind of customer loyalty and advertising that you can’t buy for any amount of money. Because mothers? They talk to each other! And our voices can get pretty loud, as you may remember from your own childhood, MR./MISS JACK. ASS. WESTJETOWNER! YOUSMARTENUPRIGHTNOWYOUNGMAN/LADY!!!

We aren’t asking for more than you offer your other passengers. Our needs are just a little different. Offer us the respect you give other travellers and you will find you will be well rewarded. Your reputation hangs in the balance!

Regards,
A Travelling Mother

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