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We are a people who tell stories in one form or another.
After all isn't blogging just another way to gather around and tell those stories?

Motherhood is Painless is about finding the humor in the every day. In finding the happiness in those stories that we tell. What would happen if we *all* learned to laugh at ourselves? Maybe then the dark corners would recede a bit and we would all rejoice at the love we find there.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Sticks, Stones and Words

Recently two events have been making me think about words and how they can cut a nd make us bleed


Ben and I were walking along one of the shady streets of our neighborhood. Just the two of us, on our way from the bagel store to music class. A sweet little old lady stopped us, as they sometimes do - complementing me on "Such a sweet boy!" she said, "And that hair, so blonde. You don't see much of that around here anymore." 


I was sort of stunned, and went walking on my way again. 


Today it happened again. An elderly man stopped us, on our way to camp this morning. Claire was with us this time. He started off "Can I have him?" but then went off into racist nonsense as well. "What a strong boy. And his coloring! That hair! There aren't too many like him around here anymore. No, not at all." 


We live in Jackson Heights. According to Wikipedia, " It was a planned development laid out by Edward A. MacDougall's Queensboro Corporation beginning about 1916, and following the arrival of the No. 7 elevated line between Manhattan and Flushing. The community was initially planned as a place for middle- to upper-middle income workers from Manhattan to raise their families"


Nowadays, it is one of the most ethnically diverse neighborhoods in the city, if not the country. Wikipedia notes South Americans (Ecuadorians and Colombians in particular) South Asians and East Asians, but I can vouch for Spanish, Polish, Serbian, and many many mixed families here as well. 

It makes me wonder what other things lurk beneath the surface.
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There was another event, which in the face of these two seems trivial. But I was walking along, some time after we met the gentleman mentioned above. We ran into a woman I used to be aquantainced with from a Weight Watchers meeting I went to. Haven't seen her in years, although I think I'd been to a meeting post-Ben. Anyhow, we were catching up in that vague way you do, and she said "I can hardly keep up - working on number three already?"

Now that was just random. Sure I'm no skinny thing, and I was wearing an empire waist top, but you just don't say that sort of thing. (Dave thinks as upset as I was, I sort of had it coming - he thinks that empire waisted clothing makes anyone look pregnant.)

2 comments:

Michele / akkasha said...

Interesting about the comments. I think that a lot of people just don't think when they say things.

The comments about Ben aren't that surprising. I do think part of it is simply that there aren't many *blondes* around anymore. I don't see many blonde kids these days.

Sad thing is that I keep wearing empire waisted pregnancy tops. *shake head* I know they aren't doing me any favors. But the flip is that it is hard to figure out what looks good on my post-pregnancy body. Anyone with a chest like you and me tends to look pregnant with an empire waisted top. Only the pregnant, rail thin models and little girls look good in that cut. Yet, I still wear them. *laugh*

Anonymous said...

Did you specifically avoid mentioning the major middle eastern/indian contingency?
they were not being racist, just stating the obvious facts that any census report will tell you. fewer european types, more asians and subcontinentals.

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