Thursday, April 28, 2011

Blog In Brief: Has Anyone Seen My PMS?

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"Maybe I am PMS'ing?", I think to myself, trying to explain away my dire mood.  Symptoms of PMS include:  "fatigue (CHECK), confusion (UNCERTAIN), difficulty concentrating (HAS ANYONE SEEN MY CHEESE?), outbursts of anger towards self or others (sheepishly, CHECK), and feelings of guilt or increased fears (CHECK).  (PubMed Central)  As an example, I lost my mind on Comcast today, my camel's proverbial straw. They cut off the phone service at my office this morning due to a delinquent bill. As a new customer, I was naive enough to think they would actually send me one.  Their first course of action??? Phone call? No!  Perhaps they don't have my number... Email?  Supposedly, that is where my bills have been going...nada.  Customer service? Nada!  No apology, no nothing.  Pay up and f-you! 

There is a rare and delightful occasion when I lose my mind, after having been pushed too far.  My husband has been the witness/instigator of most of these episodes, which are rife with hysterical screaming and near every second word begins with "F".  A version of that happened to the kind young lady from Comcast today.  Most who know me, would be shocked to discover I am capable of such tirades, seeming so "calm and even keeled".  But in lieu of my recent depressive mood and apparent PMS molotov hormonal cocktail, the poor girl didn't stand a chance.

I know I suffer from PMS.  (Well, those around me actually do the suffering.)  Most women do.  The oft misunderstood fact about PMS is that even though we know we get it, we aren't aware we are having it, when we have it.  Did that make sense?  I know when I am PMS'ing it can be hard to understand me.  Everything we feel or say or decide, seems very rational and logical to us.  Even though I know after the fact, that I was overly emotional or depressed or cranky, when I am in it, it just seems normal.  Hormones are like that.  They sneak up on you and change your personality and perceptions, without you being aware it is happening. 

Upon further symptom review, it may be that this month, I am actually PMDD'ing rather than PMS'ing, or experiencing "Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder" which makes me even more unstable than PMS does.  These symptoms include: disinterest in daily activities and relationships (CHECK), fatigue or low energy (CHECK), feeling of sadness or hopelessness (CHECK),  feelings of tension or anxiety (CHECK), feeling out of control (CHECK), food cravings or binge eating (REMEMBER THE CHEESE?), mood swings (LIKE A PENDULUM), and persistent irritability or anger that affects other people (YOU'LL HAVE TO ASK MY FAMILY AND THE LADY FROM COMCAST... BUT I'LL GO OUT ON A LIMB...CHECK)". (PubMed Health)

Worse case scenario I may be suffering from both PMS and PMDD at the same time. Heaven help me, and consumer satisfaction departments everywhere!  I am comforted by this blanket of a diagnosis. I realize now that I don't hate Comcast or my mortgage company!  The world isn't going crazy.... I am! 

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Guilt

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Whew!  I think, yes... I believe that I have calmed down since my last post.  I do so appreciate the opportunity to use profanity at will.  (I almost put the word "cocksuckers" in my last post, but thought that might be going too far).  I can immediately tell if I will be really good friends with someone if I can drop an "F-bomb" without anyone blinking an eye.  I have one friend whom I hang with who is "Christian".  Usually that word associated with people freaks me out, but with her, it's cool.  We don't talk about God, and when I go over to her house I make sure cussing is allowed.  With her church gals, "Thou Shalt Not Swear", and so I don't...unless...I have had too many martinis, in which case, there are no guarantees.

My deep seated fear of Christians developed from the overwhelming guilt I would feel were I to offend them.  I don't know how to act around really nice, moral people.  I clam up!  I panic!  How can I talk to them if I'm not sure of all of the possible ways I could offend them?  What if I say motherfucker or worse "God Dammit" and use the Lord's name in vain!  I am even capitalizing the Lord's name, just in case Christian people read this!  Religion causes a lot of guilt.  I profess that I am agnostic, not a believer in organized religion, a little too shy and just-in-case-God-fearing to use the "atheist" word. (My disdain for this word shows by it's lack of capitalization!)  Makes me feel guilty! 

Guilt is a strange emotion.  It is cultural, philosophical and a spectacular tool for manipulating people.  Guilt is created when we weigh an action with a result or consequence.  To feel guilty, your action must lead to a  negative result.   This judgement is based upon our own filters and belief systems.  To avoid guilt we can balance action and consequence, or simply justify the result of our actions to serve our own agendas ie. rid us of guilt.  Conversely, guilt can be used to manipulate us, if we are taught to believe that certain results or acts are bad and by participating in them, we are, ourselves bad.

I feel guilty when I eat really yummy, high calorie, decadent food.  That sucks, because every time I eat it, I feel guilty, and man does that sap the joy out of it!  I have been taught, that skinny women are beautiful.  Therefore, if I want to be beautiful, I should be skinny.  I know that eating the wonderful cheese I bought today will not further my quest towards beautiful skinniness and thus the act of eating it, leads to guilt, as I will be letting down the skinny standard I have been taught my whole life to live up to.  The result: guilt.  The only reason I feel guilty about this, is because I believe what I have been taught.  If I didn't believe this cultural model, I would not feel guilty eating the cheese.  Question: Would I be skinnier if I didn't feel so guilty?

I feel guilty because my house is beyond messy.  Neglecting the cleanliness of my house in the interest of say, writing, I am letting down the cultural standard of clean house = good person.  If you came over to my house, I would feel really guilty.  I would also believe you would judge me.  Fuck you if you can't handle a little dust! (So sorry Christian people!)  I feel guilty because I don't hang out all day at my children's school participating in relentless parent involvement activities. Those other mom's look at me like I am some kind of child neglector!  Okay, I admit, it's not them that makes me feel guilty, it is the belief that to be a good mother, I must do the maximum amount of mothery-ish things.  Anything less, and I am a bad mom.

I feel guilty because I haven't gone to the gym in a week, because dammit, I just don't feel like it!  All of those fit assholes, with free-time blossoming out of their biceps, can just zip their pie-holes when they see my muffin-top bulging over my ill fitting jeans!  Well, I guess it's not them making me feel guilty, it is the belief that I must exercise at least three times a week to stay fit and healthy (see also Beautiful Skinny Lady).  Double guilt if you will...

There is a new kind of guilt I am exploring, kinda related to some of my ranting from my last post.  I dare say I am about to get political...Corporations don't experience guilt.  Even though corporations are now blessed with the same rights as "people" their morality/guilt is forgiven if the price is right.  For example, my local grocery store advised me that they will no longer be paying back a discount to those that bring in their own bags.  As an incentive to have people bring in re-usable bags, they paid me a few cents a bag in the form of a discount.  In turn, I did not take any of their bags, which here-to-for, were given free to customers of the store.  Turns out, that they are paying more to those who bring in their own bags, than it costs to buy their in-store plastic ones.

That is a good enough reason..I suppose.  From a purely business perspective, why should they pay more to incentivize good environmental policy, than it would cost to just keep spewing plastic bags into a land-fill?  Really, that is a good business decision.  The decision of whether or not to bring in re-usable bags, should therefore be left to the shopper.  We can feel some guilt whilst making this decision, but the grocer should not, nor are they reasonably expected to feel any guilt if they are protecting their bottom-line.  It costs them one cent per plastic bag and up to five cents per re-usable bag incentive.  That is five times the cost!  This is the only metric that matters when weighing the rightness or wrongness of a corporate action.

This got me to thinking about my up-side-down mortgage.  I have been doing a lot of reading about this situation that more than 48% of Americans find themselves in today.  There are a surprisingly large number of websites that are advocating that homeowners in this situation, simply walk away from their mortgages!  youwalkaway.com is a perfect example of this.  Their whole site is devoted to guiding people through "Stategic Default", or defaulting on a mortgage loan even if you can afford to continue making the payments.  Many sites that advocate this, receive hate mail and death threats.  81% of us, think that it is amoral to default on a mortgage, even if your home is no longer worth what you paid for it, and likely won't be for 20+ years.  It goes against everything we are manipulated to believe, and we should feel very very guilty if we do it! Or should we...?

My house is now considered a "Toxic Asset".  This means that when you look at it like a financial investment, it has gone to shit! (Please forgive me!)  Cultural morality would say that tough doo-dahs, you signed on you stay on!  That is your ethical obligation!  This situation looks a lot like the plastic bag situation I mentioned above, somehow the consumer has to bear the burden of guilt and do the right thing, save the environment/uphold a contract, no matter the costs in money or effort.  We aren't allowed to behave like a corporation.

Brent White from the University of Arizona College of Law, writes in his enlightening paper : "Underwater and Not Walking Away: Shame, Fear and the Social Management of the Housing Crisis",  that "fear, shame, and guilt are not mere "transaction costs" that homeowners calculate according to their own personal tolerance for each. Rather, these emotional constraints are actively cultivated by the government, the financial industry, and other social control agents in order to induce individual homeowners to act in ways that are against their own self interest".  Mr. White is an advocate of strategic default.  Guilt is the only thing holding most homeowners back from walking away from a deal gone bad.  Even though it would be in their best financial interest to walk away from their homes, only a small percentage of people have brought themselves around to being okay with strategic default. (see link to this paper at the bottom of this post).

I got a dollar says that the mortgage industry doesn't feel as guilty as we do.  " Unlike lenders who seek to maximize profits irrespective of concerns of morality or social responsibility, individual homeowners are encouraged to behave in accordance with social and moral norms requiring that individuals keep promises and honor financial obligations", he writes, "Lenders, on the other hand, have generally resisted calls to modify underwater mortgages despite the fact that it would be both socially beneficial and morally responsible for them to do so."  Tut tut the capitalist might say.  The business has the right to run itself as they see fit.  Morgan Stanley recently "Strategically Defaulted" on 5 enormous commercial properties that were underwater, recognizing the toxicity the investment had become.  If corporations are doing it, why shouldn't I?

In his article, Mr. White reviews the culture of guilt and shame, and how it effects our abilities to make decisions that although they are in our best interest are socially unacceptable.  Turns out our guilt is relied on in many situations to keep us doing the right thing, even if corporations aren't expected or required to. 

I am starting to ask myself: would I be richer, healthier, happier and skinnier if I didn't feel so guilty, and worried less about following the belief systems cultivated around me and followed more closely my own?  Do I have a greater moral obligation to my own well being and that of my family than I do to my mortgage company?  After all, didn't we enter into a financial arrangement, not a moral one?  And why are consumers, yet again, asked to shoulder "the good guy" side of the corporate relationship?  It makes sense to me, to look at the housing market a lot more like a corporation.  I'll no doubt, feel less guilty....


"Underwater and Not Walking Away: Shame, Fear and the Social Management of the Housing Crisis"   (http://www.sacbee.com/static/weblogs/real_estate/SSRN-id1494467.pdf)

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Caution: Profanity Laced:: UN-Inspired

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Stress is a powerful antidote to creativity.   So is my dog licking his balls... "Cut it out!"  I call over harshly, my tone evidence of his contribution to my writer's block.  "Slurp"  "Slurp".  Balls must taste nice, he's at it quite relentlessly.

 It's almost time to get dinner on, and that thought is distracting me.  I'm just about ready to begin when my husband, who is reclined on the couch, watching ancient golf telecasts, begins acting as a shouting intermediary between my kids and I.  "MaaWWwwm?  Can I have some candy?" my son shouts down the stairs.

"Honey can he have some candy?" my husband shouts to me...as if I couldn't hear my son.

"We're about to have dinner!", I remind him.

"We're having dinner soon!", he blasts back to my son. 

"Anna is having some!", my son replies, louder this time, verbally expressing the unfairness of his sister having sweets, whilst he may not. 

"Are you aware of that?" my husband asks.

 No! I was not aware of that, I think to myself,  I am in my private space, trying to write!!  Why don't you get off your ass and handle that...

Anyhoo, then there is work.  That's been weighing me down too.  People don't like change, and I just dropped a huge crap sandwich of it on my employees' collective laps.  I have been prozac-ish, yes I meant the antidepressant, with the transition myself, attempting to model calm and positivity.  In reality, there have been moments when I have wanted to lose my shit, on their asses, but good leaders don't do that! 

It's times like these, combined with my insurance company battles (those bastards are cutting reimbursement for medical services (my line of real life work) by as much as 50%) that make me wish I worked at the Gap.  When was the last time you were happy about a 50% pay cut?  All while the premiums for the aforementioned companies increased for their customers! I'm even personally insured by one of these companies!  Oh, what a lovely day it would be when I could clock in and clock out, collect a paycheck, and schmooze all of the blandly dressed casual set, on "2 FOR 1" t-shirt day!  I would leave my job behind me when I walked out the door, and enjoy an employee discount on all of the youthful, cottony apparel I could dream of!

But alas, there isn't a Gap around here, and they pay like shit.  Not that you would guess that from the amount of money the CEO of Abercrombie bonused himself last year...a scant $26 mill.  I am sure in creating such a healthy profit mix for investors, he saw to it that clothing manufacturing remained in the US, his employees were fairly compensated, including front-line retail staff, and the prices of the clothes remained stable.  Sadly, cotton prices are rising.  Poor sod will likely see a drastic reduction in his bonus next year...or will he?  Clothing prices are rising instead.  When the company, who manufacturers oil drilling platforms, you know, the same one that made possible the worst oil disaster in US history, awarded themselves SAFETY bonuses this year, yes I am serious thank you very much, I just about lost it.  What is happening around here?  How can I talk about pubic hair when people are being so stupid?

Don't get me started on all of the insanity that is brewing around me!  How can I recommend beauty products when my home value has dropped 40%, and in all likelihood it will take the rest of my life-time for it to recover enough value to cover what I owe on it?  This while the pricks who caused the real estate bubble and burst it, enjoy record bonuses and tax protection!  Even Borders, the bookstore in bankruptcy, had a judge allow them to continue paying bonuses...to the CEOs that let them go bankrupt!  Top executive talent if you ask me.

And what about the fuckers from Fox, who told the world that the JCrew exec who painted her four year old son's toe nails cotton-candy pink was messing with his gender identity!  REALLY???  Then my son is fucked, cause he has had the same treatment plus worn his sister's dress up clothes and been slathered in make-up.  Can't we just sit around and talk about how to give a great blow-job without all the idiotic blathering!

Everyone I know is getting divorced, women in Pakistan are treated like cattle, that is, if men gang-raped cattle, and our financial future is like a bad soft porn plot... full of foreshadowing that someone is about to get fucked very very badly.  I mean really, what girl likes to be screwed like that with a dick that big???  Thanks porn industry for perpetuating bad sex!

Please excuse my raging potty mouth...when I am pissed things get cloudy.  I could go on and on over all of these things that are depressing the will to write, right the hell out of me.  "Cut it out!"  I shout once more to my ball licking dog.  "MaWWWwwmmmm!  Is dinner ready?" my son shouts.  I swear if my husband repeats this to me, from his hours old claim on the couch, I might honor kill him!  Duty calls, and I am still in a shitty mood!  We'll have to talk about blow jobs later....

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Blog in Brief: Unbalanced!

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Ugh!  Work has taken over my life!  I have this huge project going on at work right now, leaving me with zero time for much else- family, me, exercise, me...you get the picture.  Who was I who so boldly stated that I had become my own zen-master of the balanced life?  Apparently, just like most Americans, I dropped everything in my life to handle increased work demands.  There are a plethora of statistics available that look at the ever increasing amount of time men and women spend working outside of their homes. 

The majority of American men and women, work more than forty hours per week, increasing productivity 400% since 1950 (20somethingfinance.com).  The 1950's really were Happy Days!  Addicted to money, 70% of households today, have both mom and dad working outside of the home.  The United States ranks last compared to other industrialized countries in the amount of paid vacation offered to its workers.

American paid vacations
(Washington Post: Americans vs. Vacations: http://voices.washingtonpost.com/ezra-klein/2010/08/americans_vs_vacation.html )

Even more studies exist that explain the negative effects of overworking which include increased stress and all the fun things that go along with that, family and community break-down, even suicide!  It begs the question, "Why am I doing this?" 

Forbes magazine writes that the happiest workers are those who have control over how much they work.  When you are in a career that presses you with demands or responsibilities beyond your control or choosing, you can quickly begin to burn out and grow to resent your job.  My work project, to succeed, required me to increase my work hours, or critical deadlines for implementation would not have been met.  Had I simply ignored these duties and kept that elusive balance, the project would have failed.

I reconcile my loss of control, with the fact that this uptick in work was a one time thing, an intermittent occasion.   The reality is, that when the next "big project" surfaces, I will as readily drop my life as I have done in the past.  Someone is paying the price for these episodes...my kids, my husband, my health.  Culturally I am driven to this, as are the majority of Americans.  We work 50% harder than Europeans.  We once decried ourselves as lazy compared to our oriental counterparts, but that is myth perpetuated.  We are, in fact, sacrificing our lives for work. 

I suppose if I lived more simply, I might not feel as chained to my work responsibilities.  I shall have to ponder this...and so should you...