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Maude and M&Ms

I have spent the better part of this day eating M&Ms and watching the first season of Maude. I am amazed at simplicity of M&Ms and the poignancy of Maude. I always loved the show, but I suppose I am just noticing the way it deals with race, women’s rights, and politics. It isn’t that I didn’t notice that sort of thing before; I think it may be that I wasn’t as invested in many of the issues the program raises as I am now.mv5bmje2mzm4mdmzn15bml5banbnxkftztywnjy3mzm2_v1_sx405_sy400_I wonder how many scholarly articles have been written about this show. I can’t imagine that there haven’t been any because the show is pretty complex while being surprisingly simplistic. Maude does more than just flip the female/male, black/white, and rich/poor dichotomies. The program actually explores the relationships between the groups of people and tries to sort out the wackiness of the early 1970s.

What frightens me about the program and the social situations it deals with is that they have changed so little since the show was created and filmed. There are three episodes that really strike me as representing problems that we still deal with today.

In one episode, Maude discovers that she is pregnant and has to decide whether or not to get an abortion. Despite the use of humor, the writers and the performers get at the heart of the decision that Maude has to make. Ultimately she decides that she and Walter are too old to have a child, so she gets an abortion. I am sure that when the episode aired, and if it aired again today, that viewers were a little unnerved that it didn’t end happily with Maude giving the child up for adoption or deciding that she and Walter were not, in fact, too old to raise a child. Well, it didn’t end happy and sometimes life doesn’t either.

In another episode, one of Maude’s friends from high school comes to visit her. When they graduated from high school, the girl, Phyllis, was known as Mousey and Maude was voted the most likely to be the first woman president. When they meet again in this episode, Phyllis has become a top executive at Avon and Maude feels sorry for her because she isn’t married. What the episode boils down to is the same problem we have in feminism today: is it better to be married with children and a happy home or to be a career woman with freedom and advancement opportunities? Maude and Phyllis decide that they both want everything. They both want to be free, bound, mothers, and executives. They each want the lives of the other.

For me, the point of feminism  is to recognize that both lifestyles or any combination thereof should be celebrated. I would like to say in my twilight years that I have celebrated the woman executive or the woman who chooses to stay home with or without children. Isn’t a good portion of feminism to support the right of women to choose?

The third episode that still rings true is one in which Maude has an identity crisis. She worries that her only identity lies in being Mrs. Walter Findlay, she contemplates her lack of monetary compensation for her work, and she feels inadequate because she doesn’t feel as if she is contributing to the financial well-being of their household. I think many women, whether they work outside the home or not, still feel those pressures. More than men, I think women wonder where their identities lay. How do we name ourselves if we are married? How do we identify if we aren’t married? Where do we find our worth? Of course, Walter does an excellent job of pointing out the specific fears of men, too. And I have to believe that my male friends struggle with the issues he raises.

I think watching a whole season of Maude has made me reconsider the progress I thought we had made with women’s issues, race issues, and questions of class. I am not sure weve made much progress, and in some cases I think we may have even digressed.

My favorite quotes:

“Maude! Sit!”

“God will get you for that, Walter!”

New Year’s Day Just Around the Bend

I am not sure why we feel compelled to right our wrongs on the first day of the new year, but it is inevitable. We do it every year. We think for some reason if we promise ourselves on the first day of the new year to change a lifetime of  behavioral formation, our lives will be better.

Last year, I resolved to become vegan, to walk or to run every day, to not cut my hair, to recycle as much as possible, and to be more focused spiritually.  I figured by radically changing my life in several different areas, I could count on at least one resolution to last for the entire year.

I cut my hair sometime in June or July. My hair was black and fluffy. It was hot. It had to go.

I stopped being vegan sometime in October thanks to the book The Raw and the Cooked by Jim Harrison. Harrison reminded about how much I love food—all of it. The secret is in not being gluttonous. I didn’t learn that last bit form Harrison, who revels in his own modern day version of Rabelais’ carnivalesque.

Sometime in February or March I lost my spiritual focus, and stopped reading the Bible every day and taking some time for myself in the form of a Sabbath every week. My spirituality always seems to be the first to waver, though it should be the last. I really need to focus on this aspect of my life, because without this grounding I feel as if I am simply floating from idea to idea and never really settling on any of them.

If I could have remained tucked safely in the closet, suffering from the delusion that God makes people who they are only to condemn them to a life of celibacy or eternal damnation, I would be an ordained Methodist pastor right now. I still believe I have been called to minister in some capacity, and I am just going to be really honest right now: I only stopped pastoring because duality is not my forte. Living two lives is not for me. Some people can do it. I could not. I needed the freedom to be honest about who I am. I needed to be able to tell people that God loves them in ways we can’t understand.

I suppose I could become UCC or Disciples of Christ and I could still pastor. Maybe one day I will look into it. Maybe after I have been teaching English at some college for a while, I can find some time to seek ordination in a more liberal denomination. Maybe by then the church I love, the UMC, will truly become the church they claim to be now: “open hearts, open minds and open doors.”

People have asked me why I don’t just become Unitarian because I could easily lead a UU congregation. My answer has to be that my spiritual life is too much about Jesus. By that I don’t mean that I could ever be too much about Jesus, but church is about Jesus for me. I think the UUs are great and I applaud their interaction with politics and their acceptance of all beliefs, but I can’t imagine church without the Eucharist. I need Jesus and his grace and his birth, death, and resurrection in my theology. I need the Apostle’s Creed. I need to meet with other people who believe some of the same things, who also rely on Jesus for salvation. Conversely, I relish the time I spend with people who don’t believe the same things, but I can do that in academics. I don’t need church to be that place; in fact, I spend much of my life in academics with people whose beliefs are vastly different from my own.

I have stayed with my commitment to recycle or reuse or whatever as much as possible. For the second year in a row my family exchanged only homemade Christmas gifts. That one simple action removes so much of the pressure from the holiday season. I don’t feel compelled to buy the biggest item I can in order to impress some member of my family who really couldn’t care less or who already has more than they need any way. Hell, most Americans already have more than we need. I gave my family recycled beer box Christmas ornaments.

Similarly, I have stayed with my commitment to walk or run every day. I was running pretty consistently, training for the Indy-Mini for May, but then I got that weird mono-ish disease I wrote about the other day and had to quit running for a month or so, but I kept walking. I walk at least three miles a day, I think. I am going to run today once it warms up a bit.

Though I think it is strange to make these promises every year. I think it is good to re-evaluate our lives. I do it pretty constantly, in case you haven’t noticed by my blog. And, yes, I do make resolutions even though they don’t last.

Here are my goals for this year:

writing_tabletWriting: I hope to write at least five days a week. I may not write every day (five times a week) on this blog, but I will write every day in some form. Whether I am writing for class or for pleasure, I will write consistently five times a week or more.bannedbooksComps: I will pass my comps in August and have a good start on my dissertation by December of 2009. I hope to have it finished so I can graduate by December 0f 2010. I would love it if I could get it done by July of 2010.

pbj-704927-main_fullPeanut Butter and Jelly: I am going to try to eat peanut butter (or soy peanut butter) and jelly every day for lunch. I suppose I could eat soup with it or something else like pretzels or whatnot, but for the most part I would like my lunch to consist of PBJ. There is no reason for this. I do love PBJ, though.

60462h_2009-header_with-date-copyWalking and Running: I will keep up this portion of my life. I will jog at least half of the Indy-Mini.buddy-jesusJesus: Something needs to happen here, but I am not sure what it will look like. I am hoping my faith will continue to grow, but I know that won’t happen without work. Sometimes I feel like I neglect this, the most important part of my life, in favor of other, lesser pursuits. I struggle with my ministry. I struggle with my lack of grace for some people.I struggle with knowing that God loves me and can use despite what most churches preach from their pulpits.

This may sound strange, but I saw the movie Yes Man yesterday and it made an oddly unexpected impact on me: it made me think theologically?!? What if Christians said yes to everything they feel God leading them to do? As I type this I am surrounded on all sides by Mormons—they send several groups of guys to BSU every year for their two years of mission work—so I am thinking about what it would look like if all churches were as diligent as the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints? I am thinking about how our lives would change if we all said yes to God on a consistent basis.

What is my mission? How can I serve others? I guess these are things I will be thinking about throughout this new year. What does it look like to live my faith, my grace, God’s love? What does livign a Christ-filled like look like given someone’s sexuality, academic pursuits, worldly constraints, and daily life? I suppose these are the questions that consume me always. I am never sure if I am answering them to the best of my ability, but I try. I think God honors our persistence.

*EDIT*

One of the Mormons, who is looking at a computer near me, is showing his fellow missionary some pictures.

“Look at his shoes. Look at my brother’s shoes.”

“Yeah. They’re sweet.”

“He always has pimpin’ kicks. My brother. How does he always find such pimpin’ kicks?”

I will never forget this moment. Have you ever heard a Mormon covet his brother’s pimpin’ kicks? I doubt they look like this:custom-kicks

First Day on My New Feet

Back in November sometime, I had this weird illness that we think was mono. I had a sore throat, my mouth had lesions inside it, and my tonsils were nearly touching each other.Whatever illness it was made me so sleepy I could’ve slept for ten to twelve hours a night. I didn’t have time to sleep that much, so I stopped running to conserve energy. Running just wore me out beyond belief.

Today was the first run I have been on since I got sick. I figured out that after taking a month off when you are just getting into shape to start with, I need to essentially start over with my training. I am square one. Can I share with you how much that pisses me off? Well, Rick, I’m pissed off, as Cartman would say.

I have also gained weight since then. I think I have put back on what I lost over the summer. And, yes, that pisses me off as well. I know a good fat studies scholar would not be pissed off about gaining back a mere twenty pounds, but I am no such scholar. I can see what is wrong with our cultural constructions of body size, but I know what feels right on my body, which is hovering around 200 NOT 220.

I also know that hovering lower than that feels even better, so I am running again. Maybe the weight range has nothing to do with it. Maybe I feel better because I know when I am running—or even walking a lot—I am taking care of my body. I am not letting it sit around gathering dust and fat cells, while I stuff my face with Christmas treats or while I write seminar papers and read too much.

Sometimes I think I would have made a good groundskeeper. I should have gone to Purdue and majored in turf management. I could be working at some golf course in Texas right now, riding my lawn mower, writing in my spare time, and going to the beach on the weekends. For that matter, I could have just left the US right after graduation and moved to Ireland. I could have been backpacking around Europe for the last ten or fifteen years.

Instead of doing that, though, I have been making pizzas, being a barista, teaching little kids, pastoring youth, being a graduate student, or teaching college students. Essentially, I have been a part of the rat race. I am a part of the rat race. I will remain a part of the rat race. I wonder how much of my life is consumed with thoughts of possessions or money.

On another little tangent: I think I am losing my mind. Well, at least I am losing my memory. I won’t elaborate, but if another wonderful memory loss episode happens, I promise I will share it. If I remember.

Clue, Lounging, and Grades

I am watching the movie Clue for about the gajillionth time. Yes, gajillionth is a word because I say it is. You could try looking in the OED, but they are a little behind on words like gajillion and fucktard and sextastic. Incidentally, if you click on the spell-checker suggestions for those three words, you find  gazillion, fuckhead, and sarcastic as replacements for them. However, when you run spell check again, the words are again highlighted, but no alternatives are suggested. Weird. Conspiratorial.

I got the urge to watch this movie again when I looked at a friend’s Facebook page. She posted a game in which she had to post quotes from movies, and we, her friends, had to guess where the quotes came from. One was from Clue. Specifically, it was from the ending where Miss Scarlet argues with Wadsworth over the number of bullets in the gun.

I have three or four movies that I watch whenever I can’t sleep because I have seen them so many times, I usually fall asleep after the first fifteen minutes or so. The movies in no particular order are Heathers, Clue, 9 to 5, and Adam’s Family. These are also four of my favorite movies, so don’t make any hateful comments about how they put me to sleep because they are poorly made or low quality films. I will just have to ignore you if you do.

Today was the first day after the end of the worst semester of my life. As I have said before I should have listened to Debbie when she told me to only take three classes. I think I could have done it when I was younger, but I just didn’t have the energy to get things done the way I wanted to get them done.

Which brings me to my grades. I already know I have one B+ and that will likely be two. I think I got As in my creative writing classes, but Bs in both of my literature classes. Is there something wrong with this picture?

If I remember correctly, I am a literature major! I just couldn’t focus the way I needed to in order to write two twenty-page seminar papers, one ten-page academic paper, and one ten-to-twelve-page memoir essay. It happens, and I know that the paper I gave Debbie was horrible. I agree with her—there were some salvageable ideas in the paper—but I just couldn’t work on it any longer. It’s over now.

It’s over and I get to take some time for myself. I am reading two books right now: One Hundred Years of Solitude and Echoing Silence. I spent the entire day re-recreating my on-line existence in this blog, going grocery shopping, and hanging out with David and Tim while they played Mario Kart at high volume.

Revamping the blog took a few hours because I had to go back through my old blogs and figure out how to categorize them. I think the only thing I don’t like about Word Press is that I can’t not put a category for my posts because it says “Uncategorized” under it, which is incredibly tacky. I went through the first seven or so and categorized them because they show on my home page, but the rest I left.

Going grocery shopping was an exercise in insanity. Today, the Saturday before Christmas, is not when you want to be at Walmart. I can safely say that no day is a good day to be at Walmart, but the Saturday before Christmas if the worst I have seen in a while. We parked by the garage in the back and went in through that door. It was the closest parking space and the inside proved that the shoppers were carpooling. Each aisle was jammed full of angry little elves. Chris Kringle’s joy was nowhere to be found.

Hanging out with Tim and David is always fun, and watching them play video games is an interesting pastime. Today, though, history was altered. The time space continuum was skewed: David beat Tim at Mario Kart. Once. The problem with the video gaming—really, it isn’t simply the video gaming, it’s anything on television—is that David thinks every game, movie, TV show, or CD needs to be listened to at maximum volume. He thinks it enhances the listening experience, never paying attention to the plaster cracking off the walls or the paint peeling in the dining room. What do I care? I am simply trying to enjoy my break.

I am hoping to get in some good time with my pajamas and good books. Maybe I will lounge so much someone will notice my excellent form and offer to pay me to lounge. I could lounge like it’s my job. Is ice cream involved in my salary package? Because I would need to know before accepting the job and signing the contract.

Also, this is perfect:

A Little More Professional

I moved my writing over here to word press because I needed a little more professional venue. Blogger is okay, but I think wordpress has some advantages that I couldn’t get on blogger, or at least I couldn’t figure out how to use them. I also think Word Press looks a little cleaner, a bit more visually pleasing. I made it through the semester, and to reward myself I am reconfiguring my writing life.