Weinstein and His Enablers
I've been avidly following the journalists and websites covering the Weinstein story, but my reading raises some real questions about how we analyze these offenses:
But let's just talk about Weinstein and his enablers first...
As a Southern Californian, with minimal contacts in Hollywood myself, I can say that even I had heard rumors about Weinstein's predation (albeit through EntyLawyer's online blind items). Let's just say that Seth MacFarlane's 2013 Oscar joke did not go unnoticed.
In general, I'm not surprised at the avalanche of statements about Weinstein's behavior. I am angry though! As a former corporate employment defense attorney (don't judge), I know that for most companies doing business at the level and scope of Weinstein's company, that unless incompetent, the Board of Directors is aware of executive risks like the one Weinstein presented. Is it really credible that with the litigation costs and settlement payouts that no one other than his attorneys (who must keep privileged information confidential) knew about Weinstein's predation?? See Emily Nestor's statements and those of other former employees. No it's not. What about previous journalistic efforts to expose Weinstein? Industry gossip? It's just not credible to say that knowledge was not widespread.
Like my favorite R&B/rap group said decades ago, who I voted for is "none of ya business." And, frankly, if you could even guess correctly, it's not relevant post-election.
I took 2016 off from blogging because I found it a Herculean task to avoid either offending someone or being trolled. But now I'mmmmmm baccccck* Said in Isla Fischer's voice from "Wedding Crashers"
So, let's try to "accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative, and LATCH on to the affirmative." Or just click "x"/bye!
Editing my own writing, thoughts, or someone else's words is like landscaping. I know I'm hardly the first to make a gardening analogy about writing (or GoT?), but spring fever and the book of Hebrews are all germinating in my brain right now, so here we go!
Hebrews 6:7: "Land that drinks in the rain often falling on it and that produces a crop useful to those for whom it is farmed receives the blessing of God."
Hebrews 6:8: "But land that produces thorns and thistles is worthless and is in danger of being cursed. In the end it will be burned."
My life group is reading the book of Hebrews this Spring, and "coincidentally," after combatting my rose bushes all afternoon, I found myself zoning in on the two verses above while talking with my group. Land is meant to be put to use. However, somewhere it is written that the Earth and all it's "produce" belongs to God. It's that concept that always makes me skeptical when I meet an atheist (as opposed to agnostic) environmentalist.
In college, during my relatively more liberal years, I wrote my senior thesis on sustainable communities. As a PolySci/Econ student at Tufts University, the "radical" idea I posited was that city governments should encourage responsible environmental behavior by local businesses by providing economic incentives for sustainable features to city planning proposals.
Fast forward 13 years, and I'm battling bushes (the plant, not George or Jeb) in my backyard. I recently pruned my life plan to clip one branch: a nearly eight-year legal career at a prominent international law firm (known for advocating for Bushes in Florida and elsewhere). I loved and hated litigating. In the end, even though my career was landscaped to near perfection, I bailed, ripped it out and am preparing the ground so that me and my family can continue to thrive.
It is a blessing from God that I have had the ability the past 18 months to cultivate an entirely new career for myself. Thankfully, teaching and writing is ground already broken by my years spent lawyering and training/mentoring young adults.
Life, careers, friends, family, etc...you HAVE to weed out the thistles and thorns in order to thrive.
How about we all try to produce a crop useful to others, not just filled with thistles and thorns!
My amazefest "Sicilian" MIL gave each of her "DILs" different copies of Anne Morrow Lindberg' "Gift from the sea" for Christmas 2014.
If women were convinced that a day off or an hour of solitude was a reasonable ambition, they would find a way of attaining it
"MOON SHELL" p. 43
As it is they feel so unjustified in their demand that they rarely make the demand.
As a fomer 80-hr week litigator, I love that my patron Saint "Anne" follows this remark by stating:
One has only to look at those women who actually have the economic means or the time and energy for SOLITUDE yet do NOT use it, to realize that the problem is NOT SOLELY ECONOMIC
Originally written in 1955, my mother specifically gave me the edition published nearest to my birth year.
She told her daughters that Ms. Morrow's book was one that we could pick up and turn to any page.
She's right. #outlaws #redhairdontcare
Charles' wife, with a few "Beach[es] at [Her] Back," (#bettemidler) provide a window into female consciousness in every sentence.
J. Anne Simler (#NJSimler's GD)
I kid you not, one of my first "real" jobs in HS was telemarketing for a lawn care company called "the Weed Man". Thanks to Vin Diesel and Jimmy Fallon's banter on the Tonight Show, I am now having a vivid flashback:
Scene: 5-8pm CT (supper/dinnertime) circa 1996
JD: "hi, this is annie from the weed man lawn care company. We're going to be in your neighborhood next week and wanted to offer you a free lawn ...
[INSERT EVERY 70's era pot joke]
*note to JD/annie: you are 15, have not yet ever tried any drugs and have NO idea why everyone keeps laughing when you call.
Hang In There: "Ding-Ding"
I think I made it through 7-8 shifts. Pretty sure Kelley Kapowski stuck it out longer than me.
Sooooo....just remember, "I got bills to pay, so I work, work everyday." Hang in there peeps!
I had to explain to Julia & Casey this morning that Nemstov was assasinated in Moscow. Elles sont triste, y nous sommes en train de commencer demander pourquoi???
Anger is one of the seven deadly sins; more importantly, it is a poison to the human heart.
We ask that ALL of US have a loving heart, so that this type of violence will stop.
WARNING: Slippery Slope Ahead. To Avoid Ambiguous Morality When Storytelling, Don't Lock Your BrakEs.
Six degrees of separation, your reputation is your livelihood, the Ninth Commandment . . . veteran parents all tell me the hardest thing to teach a child is the difference between fact and fiction, while also maintaining your own sanity.
They Ran Out of Cotton Candy:
Years ago, while walking around a State Fair, I overheard a dad tell his already hyper four-year-old: "Sorry buddy, they ran out of cotton candy.” I immediately started looking around. First, I’ll admit, it was because I was thinking “Noooooo, how can they be out???” After I remembered I’m closer to 40 than 4, all I could think was "uh-oh, Dad.” You know Murphy's Law guarantees the real Davie "Lard Ass" Hogan was gonna walk by just then doublefisting two cones of sugary spun impeachment evidence:
(projecting to the entire fair grounds)
Son Buddy: "DAAAD, you lied, they didn't run out!!!" (stomping foot and pointing at Lard Ass)
Dad: (swiftly pointing to carousal) "oooh look, ponies, wanna ride a pony???
(Note: No real or animatronic ponies were harmed during the filming of this fantasy).
What do I take away from all this? As my baby blog’s new mom, there will be some cotton candy moments. However, at the end of the day, there's one rule of the road I’ll always adhere to: I’m the parent (author), not the child (blog). I don’t get to use the preservation of my (questionable) sanity as an excuse to lie to you (the reader). So, while my baby may tell some “white lies” (confession: there was no woman on the T) while she grows up; I promise, as her parent and as a child of God, to "trust in the Lord with all my heart” so that "He will make my paths straight” (and hopefully skid-free!).