Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Definition

The Sly Kitten and I exchanged back and forth texts today regarding the differing definitions of "inure" based on if you are utilizing the verb transitively or intransitively. The definitions vary based on if there is an object involved. The word appeared in my personal statement for my grad school applications, due largely to the Kitten's helpful editing. 

It is somewhat amazing how the same word can hold such different meanings. Transitively, to inure means to become accustomed too. Children in war torn countries are inured to violence. Intransitively, inure is an additional benefit. My masters degree will inure me to a potential employer. 

This, as well as an ongoing dialog with Spicy, has me thinking about privilege. More specifically, the discussion of "white privilege", which is a nasty little reality that so many of my fellow caucasians are anxious too absolve themselves of. 

White privilege rarely comes up as a topic without a significant response. Often, it's almost a knee jerk reaction for a white person to quickly indemnify themselves and explain the lack of privilege in their life. 

"I've worked for everything I have."

"No one has given me anything." 

Quick rebuttals intended to clearly show that they do not come from a privileged background. (Often implied in this conversation is "If I did it, so can anyone else."...but thats for another conversation.)

However, much like differing definitions of inure, privilege has differing definitions based on it's intended use. 

In the case of white privilege, it's not a discussion of a white person's work ethic or contributions to their own success. Discussing white privilege does not trivialize your moral character. 

In reality, white privilege has NOTHING to do with you, personally. 

White privilege is not being born rich or poor, with advantages or without. It's not about being able to attend college or needing to go directly into the work force. White privilege has nothing to do with possessions or lifestyle. 

It's about life. It's about making the assumption that someone is dangerous based on their skin color. It's about assuming that, upon being pulled over, a white man reaching to his glove compartment is looking for his registration and a black man is looking for his gun. (To quote Jay-Z, "are you carrying a weapon, I know a lot of you are.) It's to assume that a black child does not have two involved and caring parents or that the black woman who just entered your store is attempting to steal from you. 

No one checks their door locks when I walk by or stiffens through their shoulders and ensures that their purse is closed when I walk by. A cop is highly unlikely to assume that I'm a threat upon pulling me over. No one sees me moving into a new home and thinks "A single girl in her 30's? There goes the neighborhood." 

Stretch your vocabulary to allow for different definitions of "privilege".  Accepting that there are different definitions of the word does not negate the life you have built for yourself. It does not denigrate the obstacles you have overcome and certainly does not imply that you "had it easy." Accepting that there is a bias does not take away from your struggles. It simply acknowledges a different struggle. 

And let's not inure another generation of children to the bias of today.





Friday, September 9, 2016

Stuff I think is stupid, Vol 1 : Naming your kids stupid shit

Yeah, I get it. Everyone gets to name their kid what they want...yep...with you there. However, this does not mean that your choices in names does not leave you open for ridicule. 

The trend seems two fold, either name your kid something that sounds like an old New England last name (Grayson, Easton, Flanner, etc) or name your kid something and spell it in some obscure fashion. 

What ever happened to normal names? I'm all for originality and by own admission, cannot not stand my own first name. I'll also admit that my generation had A LOT of Jennifers, Ashleys, etc. However, if you look at the rosters for your average pre-school class, it's as though everyone is trying to be unique with their name choice and arrived at EXACTLY THE SAME NAME. I know 4 Graysons under 4 alone...

So let's talk about this, where are the Laurens? The Elizabeths? Can I get a Sarah up in here? A Jessica to save my soul?

I feel for these "eclectically" named children, for life will always be tough for them. Moxie is very cute for a 5 year old, but might be a little hard to run a boardroom with. Granted, if the child is going to run a boardroom, she's going to need some Moxie, but teaching her to have and giving her the name are different things entirely. 

There are also names that are just ugly. Certain names where, when introduced to their child I think "gosh, I'd name my kid that IF ALL THE OTHER NAMES IN THE WORLD WERE ALREADY TAKEN." Poor kids, life will always be tough. 

I pity the kids who are named for a character in a movie or a tv show, but at least they will always be able to say "well, mom was a really big True Blood fan." or "my dad really liked Game of Thrones" as sad as that may be. But the poor kids name after luxury items, I'm looking at you Lexus and Porsche...you poor little darlings. 

And then there are the special parents who name their children a seemingly normal name, but spell it with either a useless consonant or with a unique twist which ensures they will spend their ENTIRE LIFE spelling their name out for people. "It's Jessica, but with a K. Jessika" or the poor kid with the misfortune to be named Jaxson. 

One day, all the Graysons,  Eatons, Jessika and Jaxson's are going to go on their 8th grade trip to Washington DC and find themselves with their "spending money" at one of those schlock shops where you can buy a shot glass or a license plate with their name on it. 

And not one of these dear angels will be able to purchase one. While all the kids named Ryan or Jennifer or even Bethany will be able to choose between personalized items, poor Easton will be depressed and empty handed. 

And poor Moxie, she won't even be able to find something to buy.