Friday, 29 May 2015

What A Message!

Dear Friends,
I’m a woman, a teacher, and if people stop identifying me with terrorists, I’m also a Muslim. But, I’m  appalled at what has happened and might still take place next week.
The Islamic high school soccer team refused to play with another school’s co-ed soccer team, “ out of respect,” says their coach, Essa Abdool-Karim. 
Respect means different things to different people. In my culture, youngsters are expected to look down when they are being scolded. In other cultures, it’s considered rude not to look at the person who is lecturing you. I learnt to let my students make me uncomfortable by staring at me. 
We all try to co-exist peacefully in Canada, bending our rules a bit here, compromising our values a bit there. However, there is a limit to accommodation. A girl’s right to play any sport along her male playmates shouldn’t be negotiable, not in Canada, not in 2015, not in the name of “respect.” 
What’s next? Sitting at the back of the bus? Vacating the beach, or eating separately on the left side of the restaurant? 
The Islamic high school has the right to play by its rules, but not there and then. The authorities should’ve suspended, postponed the game. By not doing so, they sent out three infuriating messages; 1. Religion prevails Canadians civil rights, (to be honest with you, I’m not sure if there is anything written in Koran about boys playing soccer with girls). 
2. It’s commendable for women to “sacrifice” their rights and dreams to either keep the peace, or to let their “men” shine. 
3. It’s acceptable for men to have what they want, even if it involves denying women their human rights.   

No, girls, in this case, there is no heroism in taking one for the team! You didn’t win a game, you lost a war! Everyone present at this event, who stood by and let this injustice take place, back-pedalled us to the time when women’s rights played second fiddle to men’s privileges. You let down your mothers, grandmothers and great grandmothers. 

Don’t blame me for cringing, I’m a woman. I worked hard for my freedom and independence. Most importantly, I have two young granddaughters, giving up their rights, is not an option! 

Wednesday, 27 May 2015

Mental Jambalaya

Dear Friends,
There must be something wrong with a mind that doesn’t allow its healthy, slim owner to enjoy an ice cream, once in a while. 
Guilt is the most powerful human emotion. It makes you do unspeakable things to yourself. It deprives you of peace because you are not worthy of it. 
I know how this poison has entered my psyche, what I don’t understand is why it isn’t leaving. I’ve read books and articles, consulted with shrinks and completed exercises. For years, I’ve repeated affirmations and rationalizations. I’ve even put my pain on paper and share it with strangers. Alas, all to no avail! I really envy people who have no idea how imperfect they are. 
I read somewhere that feeling guilty doesn’t make us a better person, so we should drop it. Well, in my humble opinion, punishing ourselves makes us a better person because we are suffering the consequences of our wrongdoings. That’s what we teach children, to take responsibility for their actions. N’est-ce pas? 
How do we love ourselves better at sixty? We don’t! That ship has sailed, and if we weren’t on it, the best we can do, is to remain afloat! The severity of our crimes depend on the size of our self-love. Some crimes require ongoing punishment. Guilt surpasses love, especially love of oneself. It doesn’t keep us from doing things (I do almost everything that I want), but it keeps us from enjoying them. 
Add a tad of control issue, and a pinch of obsessiveness to the unjustified feelings of unworthiness, and there, you have it, a perfect mental Jumbalaya that bans ice cream!
But then, realizing that I like myself enough not to completely destroy myself, is a relief. 

Friday, 22 May 2015

Different values

Dear Friends,
I just finished reading an article about the not-so-scandalous side effects of smoking weed! Gotta love FB and your young FB friends!
No, I'm not going to start smoking weed to feel good, but from now on, I'm definitely going to drink and eat out without feeling guilty or inadequate. I can be home (saving money, feeling down), watching series of reruns, gruesome crime or pathetic reality shows on TV, or I can have my Pinot Grigio (Merlot in winter) at my fav bar, and forget about what I don't care to remember or acknowledge. 
Is it me, or everyone in my generation has difficulty being irresponsibly loose!
There is nothing wrong in helping yourself get through the night? Is there?


Friday, 15 May 2015

Nostalgia!

Dear Friends,
While ago, I read somewhere that it’s healthier to be "happy" than "right." Since, (in the name of wellbeing) I’ve walked away from many arguments and debates. I believe my passive conflict resolution policy has turned me into a LESS; spineless, helpless, gutless, take your pick!    
At the moment, I live beside what my students would call, a bully! A young, South American father of one who treats my balcony as his dumping ground; dirty water, cigarette butts, dried leaves and flowers, paper cups and whatever else that doesn’t belong on his well-kept terrace. 
There is only so much the condo manager can do. The rest depends on residents’ integrity, I was told. Alas, my bully has none. He has a loud voice, a condescending tone and insulting vocabulary. 
Although I complain to the management every time I feel abused, I stay out of his sight. I pull down my blinds and forego the sunshine, happy to save money on balcony plants and furniture.
Is fierceness a muscle that needs to be exercised daily, or is it hormone-based and disappears with menopause, just like bone density? 
Looking at “ Tiger Lili” inked on my forearm, I can’t help but wonder, where did the Tiger go?
 

Monday, 11 May 2015

Darn It!

Dear Friends,
The other day, a good friend of mine quoted Jackie Onasis to me, "I want to live my life, not record it." Had been Jackie’s reply to those wondering why she didn’t want to write her memoirs. 
Now, Jackie and I have two things in common, two marriages and one incredible joie de vivre! 
So, if you don't hear from me, it's not because I'm depressed, or have nothing to say, it's because I'm busy living my life which includes work, family, friends, workout, and enjoying the best of what Toronto and Cobourg have to offer! 
Gosh, darn it, I think I've finally figured out how to live!