Hand to Hand Combat

What a world we live in. A world where technology has enabled us to renew friendships from the good ‘ol days; have a forum of like minded people in just about every topic imaginable (and then some); and a world where we can work from one location when the office is located half a world away. Progress. I guess.

It is also a world where we don’t have to fight face to face. And that’s a problem. My first experience with this was years ago while I was working as an Equipment buyer for a manufacturing company in Minnesota. We had Lotus Notes, lol. I worked alongside a big crew of Mechanical and Electrical engineers and quickly learned that these guys liked to go after each other through e-mails. WHAT??? Who does that? You guys live three cubicles away, go talk to each other. Nope! We need it on the public record that the Mechanical guys are always wrong and morons to boot (yes, Controls engineers are always right. Just ask ’em;)

Fast forward to now where we have those wonderful forums; facebook; and other avenues to spew our public record hate of others. Some keep it on a professional level; some tiptoe around the topic; some go for the jugular. Are any right? Is there a right time to publicly go after someone on the internet where the only thing on the line are differences of opinion? I honestly don’t know.

I think about what my Grandpa would say about this. He died at a very spry 96 and thought the wonders of the internet were quite amazing.  But Grandpa was a hand to hand combat kinda guy. For realz. Growing up with his brothers in a Chicago orphanage; surviving polio; working through the depression types things kinda left an impression on my Grandpa. You mess with the bull, you get the horns. The man was not afraid of throwing a punch, if deserved.

But I wonder how he would feel about someone going on-line and beating him up there. Trashing his work or his character or (goD forbid) his wife. I have to believe that would require a face to face meeting. He would not go back on the internet, he’d get in the car and come for you. Believe me, even in his 70’s and beyond, my G’pa was a force to be reckoned with. I’d pass on that little confrontation.

I’ve made some comments on the FB that have certainly irked people. MyBad. Would I say it to their face if given the chance? Yup. But I didn’t have the chance so I spewed my opinion. I’ll need to watch this in the future. Not good. Grandpa wouldn’t like that.

Ultimately, who looks the fool? The attacked or the attacker? Lines get blurry pretty quick. Do we gain allies by publicly humiliating someone else? Maybe, but who wants those kinds of allies? If they turn on that guy, they’ll turn on you. Fact. But what if they started it? Please, if that’s the mindset, go back to pre-school. They’ve failed you.

Stand up for myself, face to face? Yup, that’s Grandpa approved.

No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.

Abraham Lincoln

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Decoration Day

However you spend it, spend it as a proud American.

Happy Memorial Day.

Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.

John F. Kennedy

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Sunday Bacon: Big Fat Farm Girls

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I glanced at yet another article on how women who are “big” and muscular should embrace their body and not be swayed by society’s ideals of beauty. Meh. I guess I don’t see the difference in XXXL men telling you it’s okay to be “bigger” than Glamour magazine telling you to be thinner. Either way, someone is telling YOU it’s okay to be YOU. I’ll call B.S. on that every day of the week but that’s not my battle today.

Earlier this month while competing at the Minnesota Scottish Games, a few of the men in our group were talking about female participation at the games. One man (who other than this ass-i-9 comment was very nice and tried to be helpful) mentioned trying to get his young daughter into the games. Her reply, which he shared with mock concerned glee, was ‘Dad, only the big fat farm girls throw in those things.’ Huh? First off, I’m a city girl. Secondly, huh?

He went on to shake his head and state that it’s a fact that women who are in good shape don’t want to be a part of a sport with such overweight women. Ya know what? I take back the ‘he’s a nice guy’ comment. He’s an ass. The fact that I was standing right next to him didn’t even deter this stupidity. The other men he was talking to had the decency to look embarrassed and I moved on.

The reality, I’ve found, of the Highland Games is that women of ALL shapes and sizes not only compete, but kick arse. I’ve quickly learned not to underestimate anyone, size has nothing to do with it. Many of these women are complete technicians and utilize power and force no matter how small or large they are.

Strong and explosive is strong and explosive. Check out the numbers of women’s weightlifting in the lower weight classes, strong. Then check out the numbers of the 75+ class…still strong.

That these games welcome ALL women is the point of why it is such a great sport. Period. Comments such as the former nice man make me feel bad for daughters who aren’t raised to be proud of small and strong or big and strong. Just be strong!

On that note, I took a painting break last week and spent over an hour listening to Shawna Mendelson interview Becca Swanson. It was time well spent. First off, Shawna’s fun and positive personality comes through loud and clear and even in some heavy subject matter, she keeps things light and real. Becca Swanson is amazing. Beyond her achievements in the strength world, she’s fought her battles and has come out on top with a very peaceful zen that came through in regards to life, lifting, size, and love. If you have some time this week and are interested in hearing more from these great ladies of strength, listen here.

With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.

Eleanor Roosevelt

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Friday Jams

This weeks Friday Jams are dedicated to two people.

My French friend V who continues her battle for health with strength; beauty; grace; a positive attitude; sexiness; fantastic wigs; a great accent; and the love of hundreds, probably more. I am honored to be her friend. I am humbled by her courage.

And…

My brother Jerry. I could write pages and pages on how incredible he is but I’ll have to condense this to the last year. He just celebrated a very big milestone. Without giving personal details,  he has quietly fought, and scraped, and battled with very little  accolades and atta’boys. What does he have to show for it? The ability to look himself in the mirror and see a man who’s children can be thankful and proud of; who’s friends can admire; and who’s sister is so incredibly proud of him there are no words to adequately describe.  Congratulations big brother. You ‘da Man.

Foo Fighters: My Hero.

Enjoy the weekend.

A hero is an ordinary individual who finds  the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles. 

Christopher Reeve

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