Stop Using Other People to Steal Your Five Minutes of Fame

Don’t screw up! Anyone and everyone can record it and make you famous!

In our social media driven world, there is a new power bestowed on all of us. We all have the ability, for better or worse, to make other people famous. Everyone is now a photographer, videographer, Facebooker, Instagramer, Tweeter, and/or Youtuber. We can record what could be a lapse in judgment and cause a person infamy and ridicule from the world (a world full of people who apparently never make mistakes themselves).

Recently two sisters (of teenage status) outed a woman for allegedly sexting another man at a baseball game, all the while sitting next to her husband. The story has hit news outlets such as Huffington Post and Daily Mail, among others. The Hinson sisters are receiving international praise for their detective work in alerting the man of his wife’s errant ways. They are boasting of their achievements and, to prove to the world that it was, in fact, their dirty work that exposed the whole affair, they’ve posted images of the couple on Twitter. The image, and story, has now spread everywhere (as scandalous internet stories tend to do). Nancy Drew and her trusty sidekick sis wrote the husband a note, explaining what they saw, and provided one of their phone numbers for him to text if he would like photographic evidence (which he did). One of the sisters stated that she’d like to follow up with him, but “it’s not her place.” Hmm. Wonder if she’s learned about irony yet in high school?

Are these teenage girls some sort of marriage-saving vigilantes? Or are they home-wrecking gossips looking for their five minutes of fame? I would assert the latter. Do I condone what this woman allegedly did? Absolutely not. I value the institution of marriage, and even the promises made in any committed relationship. What she did is not right. But do you know what else it is NOT? My business. Or yours. Or the business of the all-saintly Hinson sisters and their Twitter followers.

These girls are kids. And kids today have only known a world where every move, every breath, is recorded, posted, and shared for the world to see. Maybe the new generation will have no belief in the value of privacy. But I remember a time before. A time when normal humans could make mistakes, own up to them, make amends, and move on—without being on stage. Maybe this woman did not think she was wrong and was never planning on fixing her behavior. But cheater or not, I don’t think any of us deserve to have a couple of nosy kids reading our personal conversations over our shoulders and then broadcasting them all over the internet. These are not actors or reality TV stars. They have not willingly invited this drama, this paparazzi-ridden fiasco, into their lives. But now it’s here. Brought on by two girls who haven’t lived long enough yet to realize that they too, will make mistakes. They too will fuck up some day. And somebody might record it. They could lose their jobs, friends, or maybe their entire family because somebody stuck their nose in where it didn’t belong.

Not everyone wants to be famous. Nobody is perfect. And modern technology and kind-hearted gals like the Hinson sisters will make damn sure we don’t forget that.

 

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The Story of Benny, a Man Who Was Never on the Cover of Vanity Fair

In support of my Uncle Benny and the entire LGBT community

Below is an excerpt from a post featured on Mamalode. It is the true story of Benny, a transgender man who was a special person in my life. Read the full article here.

 

Caitlyn Jenner will undoubtedly be one of the most famous faces and names of 2015. Caitlyn has joined (and surpassed) the ranks of Laverne Cox and Chaz Bono in the LGBT community. She has told her story, and I applaud her for doing so, as she is paving the way for other transgender men and women. But in light of Caitlyn’s personal introduction to the world, I would like to tell another story. This is the story of a man named Benny…

…Benny was one of the kindest and most loving human beings I have ever known. My hope is that someone reads Benny’s story and realizes that not everyone needs to be on the cover of Vanity Fair to feel validated, to be seen and heard. There are so many more Bennys than Caitlyns. There are so many who live their lives in secret and shame when they deserve to feel love and acceptance. I love you, Uncle Benny. I miss you. And I am so thankful that you were in my life.

 

Read the complete article by clicking here.

 

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6 Rules of Toddlerhood

We Hold These Truths to Be Self-Evident: All Toddlers Will…

As I am raising my 3rd toddler, I can attest to how different these 2-year old creatures can be. I’ve had a bookworm toddler and a destructive one. One of mine was nurturing and soft, while another put his hands over his ears in irritation if a baby cried. I’ve had a picky eater and another who would eat a pile of sticks if he could dip them in BBQ sauce. I’ve had a skinny toddler and a need-special-shoes-because-his-feet-are-so-fat toddler. However, despite all of these differences, there are few toddler tenets that I can assert to be true, as I have now done this 3 times. And once the same thing happens 3 times, it is the law.

So in light of it being Independence Day season (yeah, I’m a bit late, but being “slightly late” actually equals being “on time” when you have a bunch of little kids, right?)…

We hold these truths to be self-evident that the following are Rules of Toddlerhood.

1. They must do their own buckles. And any other buckles on anything in the world. Car seats, strollers, booster chairs, shopping cart belts… Whether they are using them or not, the buckle must be done! You will realize this when you attempt to load them into any device with a buckle and see that obviously the toddler got there first and already put the buckle together. You must then undo the buckle, install toddler into carrying device, and allow him to redo the buckle. This is the most important step! If you plan on keeping your fingers attached to your hands and your eyes inside their eye-sockets, do not under any circumstance attempt to do a toddler’s buckle for him.

2. Light switches must be turned on and off 51 times before a 2-year old is able to move on to another activity. Also, all doors in the entire house (or any building really) must be closed. Don’t open them! (Refer to warning in #1).

3. All toddlers make man-poops, including your adorable Elsa-dress-wearing little girl with ribbons in her hair. You will be shocked at the monstrosities that emerge from these little people. The toilet will get clogged due to its confusion and lack of preparedness as a tiny hiney sat upon it and birthed a bowling ball.

4. Your toddler will bring you things. Whether it be a “snack” made in her kitchen that consists of pencil erasers and seashells, or a bag full of errant puzzle pieces and crayon bits, or all of your shoes that are in the entire house, this game is a time honored treasure enjoyed by toddlers across our great land. And the greatest joy on a 2-year old’s face will be if he finds you in the bathroom. He knows you are committed to one locale for at least a few minutes, and he can now bring you 43 matchbox cars. One by one.

5. They cannot handle the transition to the toddler bed. Once the prison walls come down, your little ex-con does not know what to do with his new-found freedom. He may cry with fear and cower in the corner of his bed, or he may run amok and empty out every drawer of his dresser. This change is both terrifying and exhilarating all at once for both parent and child, and is never met with calm acceptance.

6. If your toddler is quiet, he is either pooping in a corner or coloring on something with permanent marker. It’s one or the other. Every time. Nothing good comes out of a toddler playing quietly in another room. If you hear quiet, you might as well as bring the carpet cleaner with you as you go investigate.

 

There they are, folks. 6 Rules of Toddlerhood that I assert to be true for all. If you do happen to have the easy-going 2-year old who transitioned out of the crib smoothly, don’t brag about it to me, or I might send my marker-wielding kid to your house to clog your toilet.