Friday, June 17, 2005

Best of Breeders

I'm a little behind in my bitching, but I can't let the week pass without mentioning this week's New York magazine cover story on the Alpha Mom.

I urge you to read the story, but to sum up: Alpha Mom is this television network dreamed up by a tightly wound New York woman who, essentially, wants to throw herself into something that will get her the hell away from her toddler. Before conception, she was a VP of Marketing at Solomon - those who know anyone in financial marketing, or marketing period, know the type. (Her husband is co-chairman of Atlantic Records.) After having precious Ryland (note to self: add this name to bad baby names list) she realized she was a shitty mom or didn't love her kid or something, and did so much self-help research that she now feels qualified to start a bullshit cable channel - nay, a media empire (she and her partner call it "AlphaMomnimedia") - that helps other freaks justify their crying over their kids not getting into the right preschool.

Listen, I may be one of those freaks. I probably will be. But if I want 12-step parenting advice, I want it to come from some wise old granola granny with 10 kids, all of whom have become well-adjusted, wonderful adults, finding their own way in life - be it on an art commune or in a corporate boardroom. Like a maternal, Birkenstock wearing Martha Stewart; or a modern day Mrs. Piggle Wiggle. I don't want some 20-something fame whore with a gaggle of nannies harping at me about "learning how to mother 21st century children" and "intellectualizing the process" of talking to your child. In the article, when she discusses her business, she sounds fake PR-ish and very alpha, but when she talks to little Ry Ry, she sounds like a fool. Not a I'm-talking-in-a-baby-voice kind of fool. She's the kind of fool that even kids can see right through. Total beta. No wonder Ryland is a needy spastic who enjoys spending most of his time with his real mom, the nanny. In fact, I want the nanny to give me parenting tips.

True, this woman isn't planning to be the channel, just create and run it (with her partner, who mothers only cats). Still, it's a sad world when you don't need any talent of any kind to start a momnimedia company.

Another disturbing article this week is Robert Kennedy Jr.'s look at the link between vaccination and Mercury poisoning. Apparently, kids born after 1991 have a greater chance of having autism than those born before - today it's a 1 in 166 chance, once it was 1 in 2500. The rise in the disease, and other neural disorders, coincides with a mercury based toxin, thimerosal, being added to a number of the umpteen vaccines kids today have to suffer through. But the CDC claims that we are just better at diagnosing autism than we were 15 years ago. This is the kind of thing I want to see on my mommy channel. And I want it to be avoiding thimerosal for dummies - just spell it out for me. Is it still in vaccines in this country? The article reads that vaccine manufacturers have phased out their use of it for American infants, but that they were still trying to sell stores of the old stuff last year. They're still sending it to developing countries. Then I read somewhere else that thimerosal is banned in California and Iowa, but that's it. 32 other states are considering a similar ban.

The weird thing is, parents are just forced to immunize their children without even being allowed to consider any risks. I read somewhere that one woman tried to make the staff at her hospital put it in writing that they would accept responsibility for any problems, and they left her alone. I'm not an anti-vaccination freak or anything. I live in the big city - my kid needs a suit of armor to stay healthy in the first years. But how do you get anyone to tell you the truth?

I'm not taking RFK Jr.'s word for it - there has been some backlash email in response to the story - but I believe the CDC would try to cover something up. (HG, the king of our conspiracy-theory castle, believes they are covering up the fact that the symptoms of AIDS are caused by the cure - and he's not the only one.)

I want a show that outlines all of the vaccines my kids get and why, and which are necessary and which are optional, and which have dangerous - if only rumored - side effects. And, following that, I want a show about how to slim down your thighs after pregnancy. And then I want to see how to jar your own baby food... the best tips for home schooling... money-saving ways to perform junior's first hair cut at home.

But start talking about what a child needs in a mom and you've lost me. Conventional wisdom would dictate that I needed a mom that didn't smoke while I was in the womb, and drink while I was in my adolescence. That I needed a mom that stayed married to a dad and lived in a big clean house in the suburbs and fed me healthful meals and encouraged my development and cared about whether I did my homework. I didn't have that mom. Mine was beta to the point of being nearly comatose. But I would not trade her - not for any other mom I know, or have heard of... or can dream up.

My dad, on the other hand, is an asshole. Happy father's day everyone.

Thursday, June 16, 2005


Yes, even she finished Ulysses.  Posted by Hello

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan...

At around 2 pm today I'm at the bank, filling out a deposit slip. I go to fill in the date, and something seems oddly familiar. June 16. What is that? Why is that sigificant?

Then I remembered... It's Bloomsday.

Bloomsday is a holiday celebrating James Joyce's novel, Ulysses. The story is about a day in Dublin: June 16, 1904. Well, it's about a day in the life of Leopold Bloom, one of Dublin's few Jews, on June 16, 1904. It's also about a day in the life of a lot of other characters, and how the entirety of what we can know about in life can go on in one day in Dublin. That's what I get from it, anyway.

I'm a Ulysses nerd. A serious one. I wrote my college honors thesis on two chapters in the book. I even took a vacation to Dublin - alone - and followed the footsteps of Leo Bloom and Stephen Daedalus. I had lunch at Davy Byrne's Pub, just like Bloom, and hiked out to a watchtower on the beach where Stephen lived with Buck Mulligan.

Normally I have something planned for Bloomsday at least a week in advance. One year I saw stars reading the book at Symphony Space, another year I took the day off and wandered around. Last year was the 100th anniversary, and I foolishly assumed that something cool would be taking place at a bar called Ulysses in the Wall Street district. Well, they advertised that something cool would be taking place, but I foolishly assumed that the two million drunken traders looking to cheat on their wives would clear out so the Joyce nerds could discuss usurpers and organ meats. I asked HG to meet me in the midst of this madhouse - so he could see what the whole thing was about. When I showed up, I could see his head peaking out of the crowd, looking at me like: "Is this what you wanted to show me? A sea of sleazy Long Islanders in rumpled Dockers high-fiving each other's ass-pinching technique?" He said on his way there he crossed paths with an older gentleman in a Joyce t-shirt leaving the bar, shaking his head with a puzzled look on his face.

This year I completely forgot about it.

Baby brain, countless deadlines, lack of Internet exposure until just a few days ago... all are worthy excuses, right? And this city is a crappy place to attempt to celebrate. I can't get no Bloomsday satisfaction in the NYC.

But the real problem is: I am old. This is not self-pity, it's acceptance. I am too old to celebrate my birthday with my former gusto, I hardly ever get dressed up for Halloween anymore, I stay in most New Year's Eves - so why should I be bothered to get bothered about Bloomsday? My passenger will prevent me for simply going out to have a pint, so what is left?

I figure a blog entry is effort enough. That, and I may tackle this article I printed last year and never got to. It's the original review of Ulysses from the New York Times.

Oh, if you want a little taste of the book, they're broadcasting readings on WBAI in New York, 99.5 FM, tonight from 7 pm to midnight.