Thursday, December 31, 2009

So long the aughts!

Well, this is it. The end of another decade. Or as Jeff helpfully put it today, "Well, every day is the end of a decade." He's technically right, but there's something not so...EPIC about that.

It's also his birthday today, so I hope he enjoys today -- we're basically having people over for some games and gaming. It's all footloose and fancy free, so I'm hoping that it won't suck. But then again, when friends are around, things aren't terrible.

I was thinking about the difference between 10 years ago and now, and it seems like a big change. Ten years ago, Jeff and I were just married, had our first apartment and I had started my first job in journalism (and only job thus far). Who would've thought that 10 years from now, we'd have a house and a kid? Or that I'd be the aunt to six kids already? It makes sense looking back, but I think it was hard to predict if you asked me 10 years ago.

I know people get philosophical around this time of year, and honestly, I can't think of anything to say. Time has passed, life has moved, events have happened and on the whole, it's been a good time. So yeah, Happy New Year. May 2010 be if not good, at least interesting, to us all.

Monday, December 07, 2009

In defense of a "good-enough" marriage.

The New York Times magazine recently had an interesting article about a couple's trip through couples therapy and whether it was even worth it. Written by Elizabeth Weil, it chronicled her reasons for going through therapy and the issues it dredged up -- none of which are even remotely pretty.

I do suggest that people read the article -- I thought it was a fascinating view on couples therapy when people often go there looking for solutions and making things better. More profoundly for me was when she discussed at the end of the article, the idea of the "good-enough" marriage:

In psychiatry, the term “good-enough mother” describes the parent who loves her child well enough for him to grow into an emotionally healthy adult. The goal is mental health, defined as the fortitude and flexibility to live one’s own life — not happiness. This is a crucial distinction. Similarly the “good-enough marriage” is characterized by its capacity to allow spouses to keep growing, to afford them the strength and bravery required to face the world.

In the end, I settled on this vision of marriage, felt the logic of applying myself to it. Maybe the perversity we all feel in the idea of striving at marriage — the reason so few of us do it — stems from a misapprehension of the proper goal. In the early years, we take our marriages to be vehicles for wish fulfillment: we get the mate, maybe even a house, an end to loneliness, some kids. But to keep expecting our marriages to fulfill our desires — to bring us the unending happiness or passion or intimacy or stability we crave — and to measure our unions by their capacity to satisfy those longings, is na├»ve, even demeaning. Of course we strain against marriage; it’s a bound canvas, a yoke. Over the months Dan and I applied ourselves to our marriage, we struggled, we bridled, we jockeyed for position. Dan grew enraged at me; I pulled away from him. I learned things about myself and my relationship with Dan I had worked hard not to know. But as I watched Dan sleep — his beef-heart recipe earmarked, his power lift planned — I felt more committed than ever. I also felt our project could begin in earnest: we could demand of ourselves, and each other, the courage and patience to grow.

A disclaimer: I've talked to counselors to clear her head (as recently as BD's birth for postpartum issues), and (I will confess), dragged Jeff to one early in our relationship because while I love him, he was doing things that made me question whether he loved me (that proved beneficial overall -- I married him after all and he's still adorable). I understand the need and desire to talk to someone who's trained for this thing. I also understand the need to have an outside and neutral perspective to help mediate discussion with couples sometimes. We all need that and sometimes friends and family, while lovely sounding boards, aren't always the best people for sound advice.

"Good enough" sometimes sounds like a dirty phrase -- it's like, "It's not perfect, but it will do....I guess." But it's also an incredibly forgiving phrase. It gives you the leeway to forgive yourself and others, get up the next day and try and do better. And if you fuck up, it still will be alright. I remember reading about the idea of "good enough" parenting in a book and feeling liberated. No matter what, things will be alright, despite what the experts may say about my parenting choices.

Where was I? Oh yeah, marriage. From my perspective, after 10 years of marriage and four years of dating Jeff before he proposed, I think that the phrase "good enough" is pretty high praise. I trust him. I go to him for his counsel and we work together to attain the following goals:

1. Keep our daughter alive and happy.
2. Keep the house from burning down.

The rest is gravy.

But we haven't gone the way of becoming a hive mind. We are still separate individuals, with separate tastes. I get restless and have to go out and clear my head, but I will always return. He sometimes needs to sink himself into video games and disappear, but he always returns. We do battle, but it always feels good -- like there's been some progress made, even if it was a complaint aired.

I sometimes wonder if people define marriage by what they see with others, or what they're told it should be by others. Marriage is tricky -- basically it's what the two people involved are fine with -- it may not be perfect, but it's good enough.

And I like good enough. But I'm also admittedly a slacker.

I'm curious to hear other people's thoughts on this issue. What do you think -- is "good enough" good enough?

Wednesday, December 02, 2009


I quick saw this ad on The Bad Moms Club, which referred to a Jezebel article that called the ad a "something very Sparkle Motion/Little Miss Sunshine about it, especially at the :08 mark."

I'll let you be the judge:

Other than the fact that there is no way in hell I'm buying Gap at full price for my kid (HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE PRICES? I'M NOT BUYING $30 SWEATERS FOR A KID TO WEAR ONE YEAR), I have no objection to the ad. But I've seen the girls in my neighborhood do that same dance and I don't think that there's anything sexual about it. I've even seen my daughter do the hip shimmy because she learned it from me. It's more the idea movement and rhythm. It reminds me of all the cheerleading stuff that I'd see in junior high and high school.

And I was in high school in 1861 -- when Lincoln was elected President. You would be amazed to see how those cheerleaders rocked the moves in a full hoop skirt and bustle.

Sometimes I wonder in our vigilance to keep kids as innocent as possible, we, as adults, start seeing everything through a sexual lens. Sometimes a little booty shake is just a fun way of expressing yourself -- not the next step to pole dancing. However, I would also hope to see a bunch of little boys do the same kind of ad for the Gap. Not because I like the ads (because honestly, they make me want to stab the holidays and step dancing), but because I'd like to see some gender equality.