I’m Like Madonna

It’s hard not to write about politics these days. It’s everywhere you look! But I’m going to fight the urge tonight.

Instead, I’ll ask you something I’ve been meaning to ask for days but I keep forgetting. How do you like my new look?

You didn’t even mention it. I thought for sure someone would say something about the change!

I’m like Madonna. Every once in a while I get this urge to completely reinvent myself (of course my changes are nothing compare to the dramatics of the Material Girl but they’re just as cathartic!).

I LOVE change. I always have. I’ve never been afraid to move or leave a comfortable situation. I’m always excited about the prospect of the next new thing. It must have something to do with moving around and traveling a lot when I was young. I see change as an opportunity for new adventures.

So, tell me, what do you think of the flowers?

Terrible Terrible Thoughts

What I’m about to share with you is completely politically incorrect so please feel free to stop reading now if you are easily offended. On a side note, the runner-up title of my blog was something to the effect of “One Politically Incorrect Woman’s Journey Through This Crazy Thing Called Life.” But don’t worry. My Kappa Sisters are always there to help.

Back to the issue at hand. Several months ago I went on a tour of a preschool in the area. It was during the day so the classes were going on while we walked around the school. Everything seemed pretty standard, teachers, little kids, toys, books, crafts etc. Then we walked into the three-year-old class.

The minute we walked in I noticed that instead of a woman, there was a young man directing the class. He was in his early 20s. Instantly, I felt weird about that fact. The fact that this young guy was with these three-year-old boys and girls all day long. Then I felt awful for feeling weird. Then I felt weird again.

The truth is that, even though I don’t like it, I am more comfortable with a female teacher than a male teacher, especially for toddlers. Intellectually I know that men and woman can be equally appropriate for the task of taking care of and teaching children. But emotionally I’m definitely not there. Emotionally I’m worried and nervous and somewhat suspicious of this guy, even though I don’t know a thing about him.

Trust me, I know it’s seriously wrong. I’m just telling you what how I felt in the pit of my stomach at that moment.

There are so many upsides to being a man in our society but at that moment, I understood one of the down sounds. I realized how incredibly unfair it was that some people, like me, judged men in these types of positions based on some awful stereotype.

Even though my instinct is to judge in this type of situation, I do my best to fight that instinct and give each individual a chance to be themselves and not a stereotype of themselves.

Unfortunately, I don’t always win that fight. And my life didn’t end with my first pregnancy!