Spring Body Shock: PeaceBang Mutual Support Drive

Pookies!

Marlene wrote a great comment recently and I can’t find it, but the jist of it was that she doesn’t WANT to put away her winter clothes because she loves the sweaters and layers of the winter, and that she does not look forward to the annual “unveiling” that spring brings where one regards oneself in the mirror and goes OH MAH GAH I AM SO PASTY/ASHY AND BLOBBY AND I’M GONNA WEAR TIGHTS THROUGH AUGUST.

PeaceBang is already anticipating this moment in her own life and has brought out the barbells and begun the Fruitless Stern Admonitions To Self that begin every year around this time. She has already begun the dire murmurings about the gym and short sleeves and not hiding in blazers and how uncomfortable it is to wear Spanx in humid weather.

Which brings us to … PEACEBANG’S LENTEN/SPRING SELF-CARE DRIVE!

We need your pledges now!
Keep them simple!
Keep them realistic!

What commitments can you make between now and Easter Sunday that will get you started on a more confident, relaxed entree into the brighter season (I know I refer a lot to the four seasons on this blog and that doesn’t apply to all of you, but I assume you can translate, and aren’t the days getting longer for all of us except for readers in Australia? I failed science, so don’t tease!)?

In the name of the Creator, Redeemer and Sustainer, the Mind, Body and Spirit, the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit, I invite you to choose three things you can do weekly (Monday to Monday, we’re talking pastor schedules here!) to enhance wellness, confidence and beee-yoo-tee!

Example:

ONE: I will do my utmost best to be a good steward of my bod by taking a nice, long walk 3-4 times a week and more if time permits. Preferably out of doors for the fresh air.
TWO: I will stretch and breathe every morning and make it a time of body-prayer.
THREE: I will work out my upper arms with weights every evening so that I will not hate that part of my body with such passionate intensity when summer comes.
FOUR (bonus!): I will eat my stupid vegetables, admitting that popcorn is not a vegetable.

Keep it simple. Make it a commitment. And we’ll check in once a week to whine or cheer, how about that?

Skype, Part Deux

SUCH great and helpful comments in the previous post, dear ones! Funny stuff, too!

Here’s a photo from one of us setting up for the process: check out the jerry-rigged “set!” LOL!

[That’s her buddy’s face on the screen, helping her prep. What a good pal!]

“Pregnancy Brain”

Last night while watching the Oscars with a group of friends (the worst Oscar telecast I can ever remember seeing, and I watch them religiously!) I remarked that it said a lot about Natalie Portman that she failed to thank her co-stars Mila Kunis and Barbara Hershey in her acceptance speech for Best Actress.

A female friend said something that I have heard a lot in recent years. She said, “Oh, she just has pregnancy brain.”

Hmm. My first response is to think, “Well, she was nominated months ago and she was a front-runner the whole time. Am I to assume that she put no thought into her acceptance speech? I don’t think so. Winning an Academy Award is the absolute highest achievement of any movie actress. Natalie P. has been in the business since she was a child. She was no dark horse in this race. As a professional actress, she should have carefully considered this important moment in her career and I assume, therefore, that she did. I do not attribute her omission to some enfeebling of the brain brought about by pregnancy but by either nerves or just choice.”

So what are we saying when we casually throw around terms like “pregnancy brain?”
What we are really saying is that pregnancy is a detriment to female intelligence.
Is that something any of us want to claim?
After everything our foremothers have been through to fight against the notion that women are dim creatures best governed by men, don’t we owe them more than to toss around expressions like “pregnancy brain?” Wouldn’t you want to sock a man if he dared to say that? Sure you would. Then why is it okay for women to throw it around?

I strongly encourage you all to read Carol Tavris’ excellent and insightful book, The Mismeasure of Woman. Another good one is Barbara Ehrenreich’s For Her Own Good: Two Centuries of the Experts’ Advice to Women. The Tavris book really changed my life.

A few years ago I got jumped on by a bunch of minister mothers for saying that there was NO excuse whatsoever for a clergy woman to show up to officiate at a funeral looking disheveled with her stole completely askew and her hair thrown up in a clip and looking a mess. Even though none of us knew if that particular young woman minister HAD children or not, those mamas attacked me in sisterly solidarity with a hypothetical mom! I held my ground. I said, and I maintain, that it takes literally 60 to 120 seconds to check a mirror or to take a few deep breaths and check our robes, stoles and hair before we leave our robing room to preside.
Even if we are skidding, out of breath, from caring for a sick child who has barfed all over us to the church, we still owe it to the deceased and their families (or to the couple getting married, or to the worshiping congregation) to take those brief moments to compose ourselves before officiating at any rite of passage or worship service.

That’s called being a professional.
It’s being aware and responsible.
It is not inflicting our sense of crisis and frantic energy to the people whom we have been called — and are being paid — to serve.

Because I assume that women at any stage of their fertility or child-rearing are capable of being responsible professionals and refuse to believe that are deprived of our intellect or common sense due to menstruation, menopause or gestation, I try very hard not to use terms like “pregnancy brain” or “PMS.” Human beings are complicated microorganisms. We are all — whatever our biological gender — under the influence of hormones, life changes, physical transformations (beware, too, of over-using “senior moment!”) and the aging process all our lives. While pregnancy certainly affects the brain, it is not, for many women, a debilitating condition. When we encourage the perception of pregnancy as a disease or hindrance of our cognitive functioning, we are playing right into sexist assumptions and very old, entrenched views of women as the “weaker sex.”

This has been your friend PeaceBang with a consciousness-raising reminder: Chicks do not lose their brains when they have a bun in the oven. Please consider how casual usage of expressions like “pregnancy brain” promote the idea that they do. Thanks for reading.

It would be super cool if moms would post comments about things they achieved while pregnant. I really think we’re in an era of scaring the crap out of pregnant women : don’t eat this, don’t do that, this is dangerous, don’t go there, don’t don’t don’t. The old paternalism is very much alive and well and with us.

The lovely Miss Portman and her ugly curtain tassel earrings by Tiffany.

From the Festival Of Inappropriate Sharing

Alert reader R. spotted this on a FaceBook friend’s update.
She said I needed to know about it and yea, I do.
So do you. Especially if you think you might be the offender.

“felt welcomed when the young woman with the see-thru top introduced herself this morning at church. Felt a little creeped out when she mentioned she was the pastor of said church.”

Do we even need to talk about this?
PeaceBang is just DEPRESSED, children! What is going on here?
I don’t think “see-thru top” means that a buttonhole was gaping or something forgiveably revealing.

SEE-THRU TOP means that one of us was in church in a sheer top.

Young ‘uns? Can you please convince me that this insanity isn’t a generational trend? I know that I’m tired of seeing 20-something pastors in too-tight skirts, pants and tops and have written about it… am I not being strident enough? Are your peers not listening? Will you PLEASE TALK TO THEM?

The Manic Mind of the Minister

Okay, so you know how this happens?

I’m at the funeral home – I’ve agreed to do a small, private funeral for a family I don’t know and I’m just doing my sincere best and wanting it to be really lovely, of course, and I get to the end of the service and I pull my page 3 over and there’s no page 4!

I know you’ve been there. I had meta-meta-mind going on. On one level I was saying these words,

Give to those who most deeply feel this loss the comfort of your healing presence, God, today and in all the seasons of their grief until the day they feel joy in their remembering, and hurt no more.

And I’m thinking,
oh damn am i missing a page? did i just put these in the wrong order when i put nicole’s eulogy in there? okay, well, just keep in track here, you can do this… the lord’s prayer is coming next, if you choke you can just conclude there and then say amen and move right to the benediction hmmm let me shuffle around surreptitiously here i don’t want to look like i’m frantic… measured tone, keep it together

And on yet another level beneath that I’m thinking,

i really hate when things like this happen they happen so infrequently well it’s just another reason to always double and triple-check everything before I leave the house… didn’t have coffee this morning, that might be the problem…

And then,

OH GOOD, here’s my fourth page we’re good to go. That was a close call. At least this might make a funny post on BTFM.