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  1. A converation with a crossfit coach

    Sunday, December 16, 2012


    I don't know if anyone who reads this blog is involved in crossfit, or knows anyone who is.  Crossfit is a crazy ass exercise cult.  It is fucking insane.  The people who do it are insane.  The workouts are insane.  There is even a diet attached to the cult that is insane.  I'm not sure why I decided to give it a try...well, yes I do...because I am insane.  The goal to most workouts is not to puke....oh, and to stay alive.
    crossfit "games"
    3 times a week, I go see my own crossfit Jim Jones and we have our "session".  It fucking sucks...hard.  This is a typical conversation with a (my) crossfit coach:

    Coach:  I'm totally pumped that you have decided to do crossfit.  It is the best decision that you will have ever made.  I'm totally stoked that you are here.

    Me: Ok..

    Coach: Today, we are going to work on some totally gnarly lifts, but, it's all going to be worth it in the end.  You might rip your pecs and biceps simultaneously, but, its totally worth it.  Trust me, I've ripped mine 32 times, and look, I can still walk.  Anyway, I'm totally stoked that you are here.  Totally pumped.

    Me:  Ok.....

    Coach: After this workout, you are going to be totally pumped and want to come back again and again and again.  I'm so stoked that you are here.

    Me:  Ummm........

    Coach:  To warm up today, I need you to run 22 miles, come back and do 1000 air squats, then swing from the rafters by your tongue, then drop down and give me 500 push ups.  You have 20 minutes to do all of this.  3-2-1.  Go!!

    Me: What?

    Coach:  Oh yeah, wait a second.  Let me put on some tunes to get you extra pumped for the workout!  (Amy Grant blasts in the background)  Ok, now 3-2-1 Go!!!  GET FUCKING PUMPED!!!!

    Some crossfit cult members






  2. No Words

    Saturday, December 15, 2012

    By Samantha DeRose

    There are no words today that can take away the pain that we, as a nation, are feeling today.  It's going to be a while before any of us feel capable of "being funny."  It all seems so forced at the moment...

    I can't help but notice the overwhelming amount of comments all over the Internet that read "Hugs and prayers..." or similar quotes.  But you know what?  While we need hugs and prayers (not just today, but every day), it's not enough.  Krystyna hit the nail on the head with her blog yesterday.  We need to seriously implement viable mental health care for everyone, we need to CHANGE the 2nd Amendment, and we need to become a more compassionate society.  It's NOT ENOUGH JUST TO TALK ABOUT IT.

    A friend of mine posted this today:
    "We need more mental health support in all our communities. I remember reading several years ago about a mother in NJ who pleaded with a judge to commit her son. He refused, telling her she should take care of him herself. Her son subsequently murdered a child. I also remember first lady Rosalyn Carter's tireless efforts to build community mental health centers. These centers should be in every community, --fully funded by tax dollars, not having to rely only on private funds. Isn't this one major purpose of government? To help us civilize ourselves?"

    I'm tired of reading and hearing, "This wouldn't have happened if the teachers were armed."  I call BULLSHIT.  I'm a teacher.  A gun in my hands would not have prevented a tragedy like this.  The assailant's mother had obtained THREE weapons legally.  The assailant was wearing a bullet-proof vest.  That boy knew how to expertly fire those guns.  Are the "guns-in-the-hands-of-teachers" folks trying to state that with the massive budget cuts to education, they'd have the funding to pay for guns, adequate training, and bullet proof vests for every teacher in America?   Are the same folks saying it's more important to arm teachers than to deal with MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES and GUN CONTROL?  And if so, what disgusting priorities you have.  Shame on you.

    In this article, MotherJones reports that 38 of the 61 mass shooters in the last 3 decades displayed characteristics of mental health problems in this article on the Washington Post . THAT'S MORE THAN HALF... and we all know that people can be emotionally unstable but appear to be perfectly fine.  What about the quiet kids who fall by the wayside or fly under our radar...

    Adam Gopnik  writes in The New Yorker about the moral choices of those who fight, lobby, and legislate to make guns more readily available.

    NPR's Michele Martin addressed the link between Mental Health and Mass Violence with Dr. Carl Bell of The Institute for the Prevention of Violence.  This interview took place in August of 2012 and brings up several important factors... lack of empathy, the preparedness of educational institutions to deal with students suffering from severe mental illnesses, lack of connectedness or awareness,  the importance of helping mothers to establish those critical bonds with their infants, "male entitlement dysfunction" and connecting men to their softer sides.  But you know, it's much easier for people to scream about their 2nd Amendment rights than to actually implement long-term solutions.  While half the nation beats their fists against their chests, showing how tough we Americans are, people are being massacred because of that attitude.

    I have a male friend who is a teacher, author, and new dad.  He wrote that he cried yesterday, last night, and is on the verge of tears today.

    Another male friend, a comic, wrote "I look at my kid and start to tear up ... Then he does something ridiculous and I crack up - which leads to me full on crying."

    Bravo to the men who aren't afraid to A) be emotional and B) talk about it.  Check out this article that speaks directly to the importance of creating a new generation of compassionate and sensitive men.


    This brings me to another point.  We've been hearing about the teachers who helped so many kids during yesterday's event.  One teacher kept telling her children over and over, "I love you, I love you, I love you" over the sounds of the guns firing in the building.  In addition to keeping her kids safe, she had the presence of mind to consider their emotional well-being whispering those 3 words that we, as educators, are almost forbidden to say to kids nowadays.  Instead of embracing our students, telling them how wonderful they are, telling them we love them, we're putting up walls.

    I get it.  Some teachers have crossed the line, but COME ON.  Kids in school need compassion.  We simply cannot let the actions of others take away our ability to show kindness, respect, and love for our students where they need it the most... In schools!

    Someone close to me has a child in 4th grade who has recently become nervous about school related issues.  If the mom has a question for the teacher, the child has a meltdown at home because the child doesn't want to upset the teacher (who has a reputation for being volatile, brusque, and downright nasty).  During a conference, the teacher said to the mom over and over and over again, "This is 4th grade, a benchmark year.  I'm not here to coddle your child.  They've been coddled too much."  Guess what.  I'd rather have my child coddled for the duration of their education that to be beaten down.  I'm not suggesting that we don't have rules, that we enable cheating, that we dumb down the curriculum, or that we don't teach them lessons on self-discipline and perseverance.  On the contrary.  We certainly can combine compassion with high standards and expectations.

    What is this mentality that we have to toughen kids up?  Prepare them for the big, bad world through daily degradation and embarrassment?   Isn't this part of the problem?  How on earth did we get to a point in our society?  Is it that hard to teach children to stand up for themselves without resorting to belittling them?  No wonder kids are growing up with emotional problems.  I've got news for this teacher and anyone else who adopts this mentality, You are unfit to be in this profession.  And the administrators that keep you in your position are equally as unfit because they'd rather ruin kids than deal with the red tape to get rid of you.

    It's high time that adults start to change the way they treat kids in all stages of their emotional development.  Parents, teachers, health professionals, politicians... the time is NOW.

    Now that I've gone on and on, I want to add another point that I read on another friend's facebook wall.  A comedian friend pointed out the racial injustices that came to her mind in the wake of yesterday's tragedy.  She noted:
    "Let's try to find out what happened to him. What's his story. Som
    e way to spin what he did. He can't take responsibility, it had to be something else....maybe an outside source that he killed 27 PEOPLE!!!!"


    ...but the kid killed w/ Skittles in his hand and ice tea "Oh, no, he did something to deserve to be murdered. He looked menacing with his hoodie and black skin"


    She was criticized for making this into a racial issue.  Make no mistake.  She was utterly devastated for the victims of the shooting.  But you know what?  She's right.  The media certainly does spin coverage of crimes involving shootings based on skin color.   When I respectfully defended her right to speak her mind, the person criticizing her wrote:
    "OOOOOO,here comes white,guilt-ridden Samantha to help her poor,defenseless black friend(who she secretly looks down on & wouldn't introduce her family to)."
    This person clearly does not know me very well.  The same person also accused me of being a typical Nazi liberal and called me a "DUMMY."  Don't get me started on how I feel about social media ruining us as a society.  People have become way too comfortable with name calling and spreading hatred cloaked by the anonymity of their computer screens.

    And one last comment on the media.  We now, once again, have network media on every channel exploiting a grief-stricken community, with millions of viewers gawking, trying to get glimpse of someone else's tragedy.  They'll play the must gut-wrenching intros to their big stories... they'll tout their networks as having the best coverage,  "As tragedy strikes, ABC is right here by your side."  And what is wrong with "we the people" who sit and watch?  Coverage of a press conference, I can understand, but sticking cameras in the faces of these poor people is unethical and disgraceful.  Out of respect for the victims and their families, stop gawking.  Don't let the media use these folks for ratings.

    Yes, people, go and hug your kids.  Teachers, tell your students how much you love them.  Commit random acts of kindness because so many people are in need a gentle word, but PLEASE, PLEASE, don't stop there.  It's not enough.  Contact your representatives and voice your opinions:

    http://www.house.gov/representatives/find/



  3. Well, I had a funny blog entry to post but in light of the mass shooting that happened this morning in Newtown, CT, some other thoughts popped into mind.

    First off, can we take a second the recognize that the 2nd amendment, which gives Americans the right to bare arms, was written by a group of men who owned slaves and thought that was perfectly acceptable? They also didn't have the plethora of hand guns available for purchase by filling out a simple application at a Cabella's hunting store. The way we think has changed and so should our laws.

    Secondly, mental health care in this country should be FREE to EVERYONE. Statistically, the people who need it the most can't afford it. There are so many reasons why shootings like these happen and one of them is the mental illness had by the shooter.

    To add to that, many psychiatrists in this country hand out pills like they're candy. I've had many experiences with the negative affects of psychiatric drugs on close members of my family. One of them tried to take their own life because they were on the wrong medication for the wrong disorder for months. I had to be on the phone with them as they attempted to jump in front of a train. All because they were misdiagnosed and followed their doctor's orders. I couldn't imagine what a person with a more extreme mental disorder would do if they were misdiagnosed... (Oh wait, they would probably shoot a bunch of innocent people).

    Why doesn't this happen in other countries?

    Fuck, just yesterday I went to a psychiatrist for the first time in my entire life because I wanted to see if I could get a perscription for Adderall. I sat down, shook his hand and told him I had trouble focusing. He asked to draw a family tree of all the members in my immediate family, which we did. Then, he gave me a perscription and I had a bottle in my hand that night. I was completely taking advantage of the fact that he was incompetent and was stunned at how easy it was.

    It's hard to think of a shooter as a human being, but they didn't start out as an evil baby. Things happened that informed their condition and perpetuated it.

    Lastly, the news. Media goes NUTS over this shit and they do things like interview 7 year old children who just saw their best friend get shot and air it for the world to see. They also blast the identity of the shooter across all of our television screens and plants the seed of all different types of prejudices. A large part of why racisms against Islams was so rampid after 9/11 is because all we saw in the papers and on our TVs were pictures of the terrorists. So naturally, when the guy who is driving your cab looks exactly like the guy who flew a plane into the World Trader Center, it's going to set off a reaction in you and often times hatred. Here is a link to a video of a psychiatrist's take on the media's perpetuation of mass shootings that I find fascinating:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PezlFNTGWv4

    Ok, that is it. I wish I could hug all the families and kids affected by this shooting. If anyone knows of a foundation or charity that exisits (if there isn't one now, I'm sure there will be many in the future) please share it. Or start one.

  4. RiRi & Chris by Rhonda Hansome

    Thursday, December 13, 2012

     Rihanna and Chris Brown are back together and arguing again!?  Who knew?  Well actually, you, me and Stevie Wonder all saw this coming

    Domestic violence is no joke. I saw my sister’s father (I could never even for the short - but not short enough -time he was in my home, bring myself to call that thing, my step-father) I saw him assault my mother and pursue her down the street and over fences to continue pummeling her, the semi-nude mother of his toddler daughter.  Lucky me, the image of that real life experience comes to mind whenever domestic violence is the topic.  

    So when Chris gave RiRi that first black eye beat down I was outraged with a feminist fury. 


     I spent weeks in total solidarity with Rihanna my sister, said with an upraised fist and pronounced: sistah!    

                        

    Total solidarity, until she went back to him...
                                               …and I wanted to smack some sense into her myself! 
    I wanted to turn all that feminist outrage on her - for five whole minutes.
    And then it hit me.  A Chris Brown vs Rihanna violent public outburst is their obligatory preamble to some crazy, explosive make-up sex.  


    They are in that stellar stratosphere where candy 









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                 and flowers just won’t do.     


    A fist to the face, a police report, “leaked” photos, headlines on the national front page and several weeks the lead on TMZ  is what Chris and RiRi need to get that big O off just right.  

    All their yelling and punching is lovers’ foreplay and if he ever kicks her ass again I will mind my own beeswax. 

    Rhonda Hansome
    8 PM Show Fri. Dec. 14th
              Broadway Comedy Club
            318 W. 53rd St. NYC

                     


  5. WHISPER WORDS OF WISDOM TO YOURSELF, SHE SAID

    Wednesday, December 12, 2012

    by Helene (Like A Rolling Stone) Gresser
    Okay, so I’ve officially moved from the Isle of Manhatta to the boroughs of Brooklyn/Queens (I am apparently on the border.) I have given up the life of a single lady in a studio apartment to be a single-ish lady living in a three-bedroom apartment with two roommates, and I am paying to store my mountain of crap until I have the energy to sort through it all and decide what needs selling/donating/throwing away, since I cannot fit much more than a bed, a desk, some shelves, a cat box, and a small sampling of my shoe fetish collection. I am now required to do things that I have been putting off for years: my taxes, my filing, clarifying my life choices, simplifying, organizing, prioritizing.  And I now live ten blocks from my guy. This is going to be interesting.  It is either a great move on my part, or a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mistake.


    Since I am in a dating situation that has no clear boundaries or exclusivity contract, just a promise to be honest and straightforward and respectful and all that adulty stuff that comes from years of experience and failed relationships and tears and fights and pain, I am in a near-constant state of anxiety that I will cross some sort of DMZ and venture too far into Togetherland. Mind you, I want to visit Togetherland, it seems like a lovely and loving place, full of sexual exclusivity and holidays with family and vacations in sunny climes. But when one has been through the wringer, Togetherland is littered with promises unfulfilled and freedoms bridled and potential agony lurking in the shadows.



    I’ve been seeing this dude for a few months now – we started very sporadically and worked our way slowly to weekly dates, usually made at the last minute, and it has been terrifically without drama or disagreement or despair. I ventured into the DMZ late one night, in bed, tentatively asking about “seeing other people.” I was not requesting it for myself. I was asking if this was part of the deal. One must always be prepared for this moment when one is the inquirer. I was prepared. My guy and I talked as adults will, calmly, lovingly, respectfully. He has always been loving and respectful. And, yes, honest.
    I hope we can always talk this way. My fears of moving so close to him are based on the what-ifs: what if he is on a date with someone else one night, and we run into each other? What if he does not want me to pop by his shop so often on my way into town? What if I have stronger feelings for him than he for me, and I ruin our quiet ease with heaping hopes of trips to Jamaica and Christmas presents that come from the heart?
    Let me sort out my boxes and deal with my messes, I say to myself. Let me take care of my future and the future will just unfold as it will, willy-nilly. I have made a big move, and must take care of myself without piling my romantic dreams onto another equally complex and burdened human. Happiness and clarity are fleeting moments, and my flailing arms can drown a man if I am not careful to see things as they are now, and be satisfied with being in deep like.
    I am so very frightened and excited and vulnerable, here, now.  Let it be. Let it be.


    -hmg




  6. Last week was a hectic week for me and a long day at work on Friday.  Lots of people are sick or getting over being sick but still coughing their germs around.  I didn’t feel great on Friday night, and I was glad it wasn’t freezing when I had to walk my dog.  By Saturday, my ear, throat, and head hurt, and I had a chest cold.
    I was glad it was the weekend and one without commitments to anyone else.  I did think, however, of a co-worker who didn’t attend a meeting on Friday due to being sick.  I attended the meeting and got sick later.  Seems unjust.

    I managed Saturday with tea, gargling, ginger ale, and Tylenol.  But by Sunday, my stomach was the focus.  Ugh.  Switched to peppermint tea.  If not for needing to walk the dog, I’d have slept more of Sunday away.  In spite of what felt wrong, by evening I was hungry.  I ate oatmeal.

    It sucks to be sick.  One of the benefits is supposed to be not having to feel guilty or concerned about not doing anything.  I did feel concerned.  I had many things to do.  Another benefit is having the opportunity to appreciate our body’s many functions.  I do.

    When I was little and got sick, my grandma* took care of me.  She was quite good at that.  She grew up when people dealt with polio, died of pneumonia and infections, and all sorts of things most of us do not deal with.  I grew up before vaccinations for many of the things we vaccinate against now.  She saw me through measles, German measles, chicken pox, asthma, and all the colds and scraped knees of my early years.  She was very proud that I don’t have one pock mark from scratching.  She had me polka-dotted with Calamine lotion and too afraid of her to scratch.  My mother would buy me Archie comic books and hang out with me when she could.  
     

    Being grown and sick means I still have to walk my dog, buy food, make tea, watch my apartment get more cluttered, etc.  I’m whining.  But it isn’t the end of the world or anything, and I’ve lived through much tougher circumstances, God knows.  I just wanted to whine a bit.  By Monday evening, I was feeling a lot better though I do have something wrong in my ear.  It might be connected to teeth issues or it might be an infection that is traveling around my body.  My worst thought is that it is something awful from cell phone use.

    In the spirit of the world ending, my apartment continues to threaten to collapse.  A few months back, my bathroom and kitchen ceilings were replaced and painted.  Now there’s a leak from above making a situation where not only will those ceilings need replacing again, but the wall shared by both rooms will probably need replacing as well.  It is sometimes difficult to take all this in stride, but again, these are physical problems that, while very inconveniencing, are fixable. 

    I normally work most evenings to supplement my morning job income.  Working many evenings really limits my other endeavors.  Now I am on holiday break (unpaid) from one job.  This is my chance to try to do the other things I do.  So I am glad to say I will be performing at the Ooba Lounge in Brooklyn on Wednesday and the Grisly Pear in the Village on Thursday this week.  Next week on Thursday, I’ll be in Johnny Zito’s show at Goodbye Blue Monday in Bushwick, Brooklyn.  If you’ve been meaning to get to a show, all of these shows are free.  And just in case the world ends on 12/21, you might want to not put this off.

     
     
     




    *My grandma's birthday is December 15th.  Though she's passed on, I feel her with me much of the time.  Happy Birthday, Grandma.

  7. Time to Change

    Monday, December 10, 2012

    By Samantha DeRose

    It's Sunday night (Monday for you, my friend...HA!  For once, I'm on time!) and that only means two things.  Dexter's on tonight and I actually have to change out of the clothes that I've been wearing for three days tomorrow.

    Oh.  It means one more thing.  I have a cold again and I can barely read the screen.

    In the news, people in Washington state are celebrating the end of marijuana prohibition and are now too stoned to care that their gay neighbors are allowed to get married.  So congratulations, Adam & Steve,  congratulations Jane & Jane.  Reception's at 4:20.

    from Huff Post


    In religious news, it's Hanukkah and I think I've spelled it properly.  L'Chaim to my cousins, friends, and strangers from this here gentile gentlewoman.

    also Huff Post


    I'll never forget when this song came out...




    I must plug a show I'm happy to be a part of...
    December 19, 6pm @ The Greenwich Village Comedy Club... Judy Gold headlines... this is also a toys for tots drive, so stop on by with a new, unwrapped toy & laugh for a good claus I mean cause ;)

    Oh SNaP!  I can't believe what just happened on Dexter!

    Good night, y'all.  Next week, some holiday hijinks memories that I'm way too tired and sniffly to type out.