20070428

i don't do windows ...

Last week I came across this podcast from mojomom and I thought it was really interesting. Leslie Bennetts, author of the very controversial The Feminine Mistake talks with Mojo Mom Amy Tiemann about stay@home.momming and the long-term financial, professional and emotional repercussions of being away from the workforce. Before I deliver my cheeky 2 cents worth let me just say that I think that Bennets makes some good points about finances and how a woman's economic viability changes when she leaves a workplace. I think the research she presents is compelling and I also think she has good intentions. I think she's trying to help.

But as I listened to the podcast I just felt an overwhelming desire to kick her in the shins. Hard. She claims several times that she is "just a reporter" and that she isn't passing judgement on women. That she isn't telling women what to do. That she's merely presenting the facts. And she seems perturbed by the fact that so many women are pissed at her. She obviously wants to know why, in the face of her impeccably presented evidence, the reaction to her book was so negative. She also wants to know why some women had the temerity to insult her book on Amazon even though (she feels) they obviously hadn't read it.

Now I can't speak for everyone but I can say this for myself: I think that if you write a lengthy treatise documenting the demise of feminist progress and point a hubris-y finger of blame at women who work at home raising children - women who are already often feeling guilt or worry about their decision - and then have the gall to call your book The Feminine Mistake

The. Feminine. MISTAKE.

Then people are bound to respond to that insulting and sweeping message with indignation, defensiveness, hurt feelings and cries of betrayal. And some of them will express those opinions even without bothering to read all 384 pages of it.

So there. I just wanted to get that off my chest. I don't do windows but I can explain why women who stay home to parent feel bad about being told they are bringing about the downfall of society. My mom says I'm "sensitive".

Maria Taylor - a good start
Camera Obscura - keep it clean

Have a good day!~

20070420

Iguana tell you - this is a long post

First of all I want to say that the Illustrious Mr. Lee is NOT perfect. I have my fair share of complaints about him. Even a tirade or two. And, I confess, this quote* by Anita Milner has occasionally flitted through my mind and caused me to laugh darkly. Yes, shocking.

But. There are several domestic areas in which he excels. Three of them I can share with you today. They are 1) taking care of Hayden 2) cooking 3) cleaning.

There are also, unfortunately, several facets of life in which Korean men are not encouraged to excel. They are, of course 1) taking care of children and 2) cooking and 3) cleaning. And when I say that Korean men "are not encouraged to excel" in these areas I don't mean that most women do most of the household chores and just grumble a bit. I mean that most men do NOT ever cook or clean or change a diaper or wipe a snotty nose. EVER. And they are not embarrassed by this fact. And they don't think the situation should change.

Now I know there's bound to bee a couple of people reading this who will want to cite examples of their Korean father-in-law who makes pancakes, or a younger brother who likes drying dishes and I admit that in a country of 48 million people there must be a bunch of men whose mothers taught them to clean bean sprouts and wash a cup properly. I concede that. After all, I married one. But they are few and far in between. And they don't like to talk about it. And the reason they don't talk about it highlights one of the primary differences between Domestic Doofuses in, say, North America and those you will find here in Korea.

They don't talk about it for the same reason other men would never talk about their cross dressing habit or their kinky obsession with farm animals - it's considered demasculinating or just plain disgusting. An aberration.

On an intellectual level I find this socially sanctioned/encouraged domestic rigidity to be interesting because it's so old-fashioned when placed along side Korea's cutting-edge technology, über modern conveniences and super metrosexual men. A pink shirt and a handbag is ok. Washing dishes is not ok.

But I also find it personally interesting because of its affect on my own life. When I talk about what my husband "does" (a topic that always comes up in conversations in Korea). I have to tiptoe around the issue of him being a House Husband and concentrate on his studies. Or I just talk about his previous academic background. Or I say something about the difficulty of finding jobs. Or that we just moved to Daejeon so he hasn't found a job yet. I go through all of these slippery Half Truths just because the Full Truth - that he stays home to take care of his daughter and his home - is too shocking for most people to accept. Not that they don't believe it - they do believe it - but they think it's embarrassing and shameful. And they often think that there must be something wrong him. Not 'working'? Staying at home? Doing a woman's job? He must be touched in the head.

Some of you kind souls who have been reading this blog since its inception may remember me talking about the reaction I encountered when I told people that we were having a girl. Well, the same sort of thing is sort of happening now. I'm starting to feel embarrassed when the topic of occupations and child care comes up in conversation. And then I feel guilty. And then I feel annoyed. And then tired.

It's just one big cycle of shitty emotions and I blame all this on Confucius (a.k.a K'ung-fu-tzu or 孔夫子). I'd originally intended to write a lengthy explanation of Confucianism in Korea but it turns out I'm more interested in just complaining about it. Not very fair of me I guess - but there is a reason I call this an "online journal" and not a research blog. I'll be kind enough to direct you here though, for a good web page that explains the basic tenets of Confucianism. Also, our good friend Wikipedia has an article up that you can read here. They talk about the history of Confucianism but also explain how it is that people in Korea can identify strongly as Christian or Buddhist or atheist - but still live a life of Confucian rules and morals - which is something a couple of people have asked me about:

Today, the landscape of Confucian schools, temples, places of ancestral worship, and scholarship have been minimised, if not put to the side as historical artifacts worthy only of tourists, scholars, or neglected preservation. However, Confucian values arguably still have an immense influence on the psyche of the Korean people. Moreover, Confucianism is not necessarily regarded as a religion, allowing one to be a Taoist, Christian, Muslim, Shintoist or Buddhist and still profess Confucianist beliefs.


But. All is not dark and dismal. The dust-busting Mister Lee has been doing much better with the whole House Husbandry thing lately and I write all this with his permission. For a long time I think he stayed home with Hayden just because it fit (logically) with our ideas on childcare, finances and marriage (i.e: we both wanted one parent to stay at home for Hayden's first year, we wanted to save money and we wanted to actually eat together in the evenings). We couldn't do all of those things if he was the one bringing home the bacon. So he stayed home - and tended wonderfully to Hayden - but his ego took a beating. These days things are much better for him, probably since Hayden is able to toddle around a bit and no longer sobs at peek-a-boo and Skinnamarinkidinkidink. At least not so often. These days there is more play and more learning, and less mechanical diaper changing.

So my darling Mister - who has previously avoided discussing his role as a revolutionary young Korean and didn't want to actually call himself a SAHD or a House Husband - actually participated in the following conversation a few days ago after he came home from the grocery store with a kitchen gadget we do not need:

Me: (fuming) What the #&$%@ did you buy???? What is that?? A big, ugly kitchen blah blah??? But we have one! We don't need another one! I'm seriously pissed!! You know I hate blah blah and I LOVE my counter space blah blah. Bitch bitch blah.

Mister Lee: (frowning) I think if I am the House Husband then I need House Husband things. I don't think you should complain. I can use this in the kitchen for doing dishes when you're working. Because I'm a House Husband. So!

Snicker. That's really how he talks. And, unfortunately, really how I talk sometimes. Anyway. He kept his kitchen toy and I kept my mouth shut. It was worth it, just for the story and the laughs and the progress it bought.

And that's all from the Kimchi pot. Have a great week and stay out of trouble! Coming next week - our trip to the zoo - if you hadn't already guessed from the 10 million animal references. And you thought I was just being punny.

Jenny Lewis - rise up with fists
The Gossip - don't make waves
xiu xiu - ceremony

* In August, my husband, Morris, and I celebrated our 38th wedding anniversary. You know what I finally realized? If I had killed the man the first time I thought about it, I'd have been out of jail by now. - Anita Milner

20070413

Watson Twins: Darlin Song/Shoot the Lights Out

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We big L-oh-vee-eee the Watson twins!~



20070410

The wheels on the bus ...

I once had the following exchange with one of my workmates:

Me: "Hey, G. How are you today!?"

G: "Oh, pretty good" (sigh) "But you know what they say - there's still lots of time for the wheels to come off the bus..."

And I laughed long and hard at that. Because - like a lot of funny things - it was SO TRUE.*

And, related to that topic, I give you this unoriginal musing: nothing lasts forever. And maybe: nothing comes without a price. I personally worry that somewhere in the universe small furry creatures - or perhaps a dolphin or a baby turtle or some pretty shells or something - are suffering for my happiness. It might be a residual Catholic thing, or it might be a universal karmic fact. I'm not sure - but I know that I'm always cautiously peering overing my shoulder, searching for the dude who'll come and take it all away from me. I'm just waiting for the wheels to come off the bus. I realize that sounds a bit faux-intense and morbid - but, well, there you have it. I just felt like sharing. Shucks.

So my biggest challenge, since I had Hayden, has been to try to keep the fear at bay. To STAY CALM and harness the ol' worry horse. To convince myself that things are good and that they can stay good. It's been hard because, as every parent knows, worry grows at an exponential rate after the birth of a child** and also because, well, as everyone with a book of pocket quotations or a heart or a blog knows, luck is a fickle mistress. Or is it a temptress? It doesn't really matter because you get my point, I'm sure: that sometimes bad things happen to good people. And no amount of begging or pleading or haggling or bribery can change that. What a stupid system! Totally random and archaic! I would change that if I could.

I can't, of course, but I have been reminded lately about the importance of humour and of trying to find spots of sunshine and joy where we can. Even in the saddest of situations. Snickollet, case in point, posted on this very topic a few days before her husband died. And my secretly almost-funny Mister Lee, who has been having one hell of a month, found the time to send me this post's pictures because he knew they would make me laugh.

And songs-of-course! Music is always around to provide a pawky pick-up when things get dim. Right click right here for tasty examples:


Beta Band - dry the rain
My Morning Jacket - wordless chorus
Etta James - swing low sweet chariot

And that's all you get from the cookie jar today. Hope you have a good week! Check back next week for some culture-slamming as I rip Confucius - and his narrow legacy - a New One for shattering the confidence of Korea's most wonderful SAHD. A bit 'o personal shite for those who've been wondering about my Long Suffering House Husband. Korea, mmmm. Korea, grrrrr.

And that's it for us. The wheels are still in place. Now go and hug someone you love. ~

*and also because, oddly enough, I have actually been a passenger on a bus when the wheel came off/blew up. Not fun. Yet funny.

** especially a child like Hayden who seems to have a particular penchant for electrical cables, hot shiny things and swallowing HUGE chunks of pointy food.