There is apparently a coffee controversy going on. It’s because the Starbucks’ holiday cup now looks like this…
It’s so offensive, right?! The so-called problem? No ornaments, reindeer, snowflakes, Christmas trees or other holiday symbols.
A group of Christian evangelists is accusing Starbucks of waging a war on Christmas by removing the holiday images.
“I think Christians are at a point that they are fed up with the PC police who are demanding that Christ, and Christmas, be removed from the public eye for concern that it might offend people,” said Joshua Feuerstein, who has posted on Facebook and spoken to the media about the issue.
Wow. Someone really liked reindeers on his coffee cup.
He also contends that Starbucks hates Jesus.
You know what Starbucks really hates? People who make coffee at home.
In response to the controversy, Starbucks has maintained they are a company that is committed to creating “a culture of belonging, inclusion and diversity.” They also say the red cup mimics a blank canvas so coffee drinkers can create their own Christmas stories on Instagram, Twitter and Pinterest.
I will totally do that once I can get the permanent marker off my wall where my 2 1/2 year old created his own “story.”
Nobody is waging a war on Christmas. Or at least winning that war.
I was raised Christian and when I started dating my future Jewish husband – I started to realize that Christmas is everywhere. From now until New Year’s, you can’t take three steps without tripping over Santa Claus. Christmas songs will ring in your ears. Joyous greetings of “Merry Christmas” abound.
If you can rest easy about one thing – Christmas is thriving!
I love the magic of Christmas. I really do. But perhaps it’s okay to wish someone a happy holidays because you know, they might not celebrate Christmas. And it’s not an assault on the Christian holiday – it’s just a nice cheery way of saying, “Hey, whatever you celebrate, hope it kicks ass!”
Because it’s a beautiful thing to be inclusive. And to honor the fact that not everyone shares the same beliefs. And to celebrate that no matter what each of us believes, we are in this amazing, crazy world together.
And I think that is the spirit of the holidays. Not some coffee cup.
As a parent, I’m always looking for fresh things to worry about. I mean, I cover the usual. Are my kids okay? Am I a good parent? Did I lock the doors? Are they properly buckled in the car? Did I unplug my flat iron? Am I eating too much candy? Will my dentist know? That sort of thing.
But today, I found something new to worry about when I saw the headline…. “Pediatricians’ new warning: Limit children’s exposure to cellphones.”
Here’s the deal. Children are not little adults. Their skulls are thinner and can absorb more radiation from cellphones. So we need to limit their exposure to radiation as much as possible.
Here’s the good news. Ryan Gosling is coming to your house tomorrow!
Okay, that’s not the good news. The good news is that it’s pretty easy to reduce your kids (and your exposure) to radiation.
1. Keep your phone at a distance. For every inch you keep your phone away from the body, the amount of radiation your body or head absorbs goes down exponentially. So don’t keep your phone or let your kids keep a phone close to their body – like a back pocket.
2. Use a wired earpiece or talk on speakerphone. You don’t want to be pressing it to your ear because you’re absorbing more radiation.
3. If you plan to watch a movie, download it first. Then switch your device to airplane mode and watch it. The reason? If a device is connected to wifi or the internet, it is always transmitting radiation.
4. Avoid using a cellphone where the signal is weak. The weaker your cell signal is, the harder your phone has to work and the more radiation it gives off.
5. Don’t sleep with your phone next to your bed. And it’s best to shut off the phone or put it into airplane mode when you’re sleeping.
So are you starting to long for the days when you were just nervous about the radiation from your microwave?
But at least we can do something to reduce our exposure to cellphone radiation because we certainly aren’t going to stop using that glorious, magical microwave.
Oh and I’m sorry Ryan Gosling isn’t coming to your house tomorrow.
But here he is saying, “Hey girl, Don’t be afraid to use a landline now and then.”
There are some weeks that feel like a real parenting fail. You mess up one thing and it becomes a chain reaction of mishaps.
Like the day I forgot to show up for 5 year old Chase’s teacher conference, yet I somehow remembered to take a nap.
But no worries because Chase got me back when he borrowed my phone to play games over the weekend. After he was done, I put my phone away. A few hours later, I took it out again and noticed all these random photos posted to my Facebook account.
How did this happen?
But it didn’t take a super sleuth because I also saw this posted…
And the same day I missed Chase’s teacher conference, I was hurrying with dinner so I could pick up two of my daughters from gymnastics. As I was rushing, I accidentally dropped a glass measuring cup on the counter which shattered into my turkey tacos.
Since I’d rather not give my kids shards of glass for dinner, I had to toss the whole thing. I resorted to giving my children taco shells with melted cheese. Which is kind of like a quesadilla. I think.
I also had to go to the grocery store three times that day partly because I miscounted the amount of candy I needed for treat bags for various children’s Halloween parties at school.
And the next morning, I brought my 2 1/2 year old to his swim lesson and forgot to bring a towel for him.
(Let me know when I’m starting to make you feel better about your own parenting?! Now? Great, I’ll stop.)
It all got me thinking about an incident that happened a couple weeks ago. I was leaving my children’s school when I decided to go around another car because the mom was sitting in her car texting.
I was going to beep but that somehow seemed impolite in a school setting. As I pulled around her, she suddenly looked up and started to pull forward. She thankfully did not hit my car. I mouthed the words, “You were texting” and she gave me the middle finger.
The middle finger. At another parent. At 8:05 AM. Wow. Ballsy.
I think I mouthed something back like, “Are you serious?!”
But now I’ve had some time to think about this, I’m going to assume that she was having a crap week. A really bad missing your kid’s conference/ruin dinner/go to the grocery store way too many times/ forget everything – kind of week.
Because sometimes life is just like that.
Before you have kids, you lose things. You lose your phone, your sunglasses, your driver’s license, your favorite going out shirt, your key chain with the beer bottle opener, that sort of thing.
But once you have kids, you lose everything.
Photo courtesy of The Deluded Diva
You still lose the stuff you used to lose. Like your keys because you have no idea why you don’t put them on the key hook which is so conveniently located right by the door but instead shove them in your pockets, under mail, in the fridge, in the laundry bin, you know wherever.
But now you are also losing things that other people are moving.
Like today, I really wanted to take a bike ride with 2 year old Cash. He’s been sick all week so I haven’t been able to go to the gym because for some reason they frown upon dropping children off at the gym’s childcare center who have hacking coughs and unstoppable running noses.
So I put Cash in the bike seat, hopped on and peddled off. Except it was ridiculously hard to peddle. Like I felt like I was biking up Mount Kilimanjaro. And that’s when I realized my tires needed air. I returned home but couldn’t find the bike pump anywhere. I looked in the normal spots where it should be. Nothing.
I immediately thought my oldest daughter could be responsible. She has a creative force like no other – like she rearranged her entire room (including moving heavy furniture) one afternoon without even mentioning it to me. And yes, she created a blueprint first.
So I imagined that she must have had some need for this bike pump – like using it to blow up balloons so she can airlift herself out of her 5th grade class when she gets bored. Because that’s the kind of thing she would try to make happen.
This is the girl who once said to me, “Get me a shovel and some cement and I can put a pool in the backyard this afternoon.” And I sort of believed her.
Turns out, I was wrong this time. I found out later that our neighbor borrowed the pump. Although in retrospect, I feel like I got a sufficient workout in the one block I biked with flat tires. Sometimes it’s quality over quantity.
And by the time I had gotten all Nancy Drew and figured out the location of the bike pump, I was already looking for something else anyway. I was searching for a Curious George book my son needed for a book report for perseverance week.
Because if anybody has persevered in life, it’s that Curious George.
I finally found the book. Just in time to start looking for the Halloween costumes we purchased a few weeks ago.
I’ve started to notice that about 87% of parenthood is moving things back to to where they are supposed to be. You know – if you can find them.
My tween daughter is constantly bursting with emotions. Like when I told her the Taylor Swift t-shirts I ordered weren’t going to arrive in time for the concert.
I thought I ordered 2 day shipping but apparently I ordered 17 day shipping (which is a slightly less popular shipping alternative). However, I still wasn’t worried because I tend to think of Amazon workers as magicians.
So I called up Amazon and explained the dire problem. I really expected they would get on their rainbow unicorns and fly the t-shirts to me immediately but all they said was, “We could cancel your order. ”
Wait, what? No rainbow unicorn? What about coming to my house before the concert and hand painting my daughters some Taylor Swift t-shirts? No?
I thought about contacting the Taylor Swift squad but figured they were too busy standing around her looking glam.
I finally was out of options.
I turned to my two oldest daughters and said, “Girls. The Taylor Swift shirts aren’t coming. But I’ll buy you t-shirts at the concert if they aren’t too crazy expensive.”
One of my daughters started sobbing. Just complete and total devastation.
I wanted to feel more sympathetic. I really did. Because I know in her world – this is important. But I was a little jaded by the fact that she had cried all the way to school that very morning because we wouldn’t let her wear pajama shorts to school on dress down day.
Pajamas shorts. To school.
Okay, she insisted they weren’t pajamas shorts but I promise anyone would sleep very comfortably in them. And they look like pajamas shorts. And I’m reasonably confident she keeps them with her pajamas. So case closed.
In theory, I want to let my children express their feelings. But then sometimes I really want them to bottle up their emotions, smile and say, “Gosh mom, you’re right. We’re so lucky to even be going to the Taylor Swift concert. A t-shirt would just be an embarrassment of riches! And by the way, you look fantastic today. It’s like you get younger and younger.”
From everything I’ve read and heard, you don’t want to get into a tug of war with a tween. The key (apparently) is to remain calm, let them passionately express their feelings and then it subsides.
I just wish it wasn’t so loud before the subsiding part. With so much foot stomping. And door slamming. And huffing. It’s sort of exhausting.
My sobbing daughter finally calmed down and is once again excited for the concert. I hope they love it. Hopefully it will be a Taylor Swift lovin’ tween girls’ dream. As magical as a rainbow unicorn. Even if they have to enjoy it in an ordinary t-shirt from Target.