Shopping Impostor

The best thing about shopping with my friend Jennet is that we would walk into all the stores I’ve avoided for the past 7 years due to my weight and I got to look around without feeling judged. I may not be skinny myself, but see! look! I’m shopping with a skinny girl! so don’t kick me out of the store!

But still – I could feel the eyes of the shopping attendants watching me. I could hear their thoughts.

“Why is she in here? It’s not like anything will fit.”

“Does she actually think that would look good on her?”

Two weeks ago I went shopping alone. I darted past all the “normal” size clothes stores peering into the windows longing for a shirt that was that hip and pretty. I didn’t even try to go in. As I walked past I could see them watching. I could hear all those people thinking “She won’t go in there…”

Last week I went shopping alone. I walked more slowly past the “normal” size clothes stores and this time even went into a couple. But as soon as I walked in and that attendant smiled and said “Hi, can I help you with anything today?” I knew what she was actually saying – she was actually saying “Hi, are you lost?” Looking around it seemed like the clothes would fit – but there was no way I was going to face the mirrored dressing rooms and try to squeeze in, only to be defeated and faced with having to walk out past those shopping attendants empty handed.

So… I did what any (obviously sane) plus size girl would do and I went online to my favorite stores. I looked at the same clothes I’ve looked through for the past three months hating each bit of clothing more and more as I clicked through. I found a shirt (that I already own in blue) and decided I could just get it… in pink, nude and black…

But I don’t want just the same stupid shirt in different colors! I want cool new shirts! Fed up with looking at the same clothes online and hating the idea of having to buy them…

Today I went shopping alone. I marched right into the “normal” size clothes stores and I started grabbing everything that I liked. I went into the dressing room and started trying shirts and skirts and dresses and pants on. Some fit great, some were too small and some were too big. A knock on the dressing room door and a voice “How is everything going in there?” (but we all know what she was really saying, right?) startled me. Reluctantly I opened the door to ask for a smaller size in a skirt, scared that she would laugh in disbelief that I didn’t need the biggest size they carried. Before I could say anything she saw me and said “That shirt looks nice with your eyes, but I think you should get a smaller size.” I nodded, handed her the skirt and asked if she’d grab that too.

In a daze I shut the dressing room door and slid down to the floor. Crying I stared at the girl in the mirror. I stared at this girl, who despite having lost 7 sizes, still sees the same body every time she looks at herself. I stared at this girl who has been berated so much by society’s standards that she felt like an impostor going into a public store. I stared at this girl who has traveled the world, has great friends and a good education – but still can’t be proud of herself.

I got mad. Mad at myself for getting sucked into this never ending cycle of self-loathing and body image issues. I stood up, wiped the tears away and decided to stop it. To stop seeing the flaws and to start to see what looked great – and so much does.

I walked out of the dressing room and bought two shirts and a dress that I really loved. For the first time in a long time I tried on a lot of clothes and got to pick the ones that I *loved*… not simply the ones that “fit”. Then – I walked into any store I bloody well wanted to and tried on every piece of clothing that I thought was rad. I got some great clothes and I talked to some great sales associates – who were likely never judging me in the first place. They helped me find some great pieces that make me feel self confident.

I refuse to feel like an impostor because of my weight. Even at the end of the day, when I had the size 12 dress on and it looked smashing – I still didn’t buy it because “there is no way I can fit into a size 12 from this store”… This is weird and screwed up and such a prime example of how our culture fucks with girls’ heads.

But I’m going to get better – because from now on I’m storming into whatever store I want and acting like I own the place.

 

Let Me Help… Ann Brenoff

My future hubby and I will potentially live child free. We (read “I”) go back and forth on this quite a bit. The hubby tends to lean more toward child free and I lean which ever fricking way I feel like leaning, but perhaps slightly toward child free (today, anyway).

I read as much “child free” vs “have children” vs “kids are horrible” vs “kids are great” stuff online as possible to help contribute to my decision making. It has been a really long time since I’ve read something as infuriating and condescending as Ann Brenoff’s piece from HuffPo.

First off she talks about the low fertility rate of the US and how this is a problem and “sucks” for her generation. What she fails to mention is that the overall birthrate of the world is still quite high and as individual nations we have an obligation to help disperse this population. Countries like the US and Canada need continue to support low birth rates while allowing more immigrants into their countries (with their children).

That wasn’t the rage-filling stuff though … that comes next.

First she says

Yes, you may count me among those dumb-clucks who worry that young people just don’t know what they’re missing and when and if they do realize it, it’ll be too late.

Do people know how irritating it is to be told that you can’t make up your own mind because you’re younger than them? Do people know how condescending it is to act like because we’re only in our 20′s that we lack the capabilities to understand the ramifications of our decisions?

Apparently  not – so let me tell you: It is supremely annoying. Not only is it annoying, but it is ageist. I am coming up against ageism more and more. I don’t know if older people are just starting to feel less and less relevant so they need to stick their noses into the matters of the youth… but ya’ll need to stop. Older people give themselves an exaggerated centrism of their own experiences… so much so that they feel the need to tell young people how, what, and why they should do things. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe we actually do know what we’re missing, and maybe we think the alternative is better?

Next, Ann says:

At the risk of sounding my age, I was raised believing that women got married and had babies — preferably in that order. Truth is, while I didn’t break the mold, I certainly didn’t conform to it either. So I do get it; I understand that parenting is a matter of personal choice and that not everyone wants kids.

I love this. She first starts off by saying she didn’t break off from the traditional mold and therefore she “gets it”. I find this funny because she’s writing a post that very much supports the fact that she doesn’t get it at all.

To people wanting to break that mold she asks:

How can you be so sure? I think having kids is one of those things you should probably never say never about. What feels right today may not feel so right tomorrow. I’d be the first to acknowledge that not everyone is cut out for parenting; yes, there are some mass murderers and a few soccer moms I’m directing that comment to. But, based on nothing but my own experience and beliefs, parenting is a unique experience that stretches our capacity to show compassion toward others. It lowers our self-absorption level and requires us to put another’s needs ahead of of our own. That’s a good thing, especially when carried out on a large scale.

Parenting, in my opinion, also presents us with the best opportunity to have our days on Earth count for something: Producing a child who can make us better as a civilization, turn us into a kinder and gentler nation. It is our last best-chance to make a difference and answer the question of why we are here. And no, we are not here to simply try every hip new restaurant or tweet about what we watch on TV.

And this is when I got really irritated.

First of all – how can you be so sure that you DO want kids. Why is the norm always having children? Why can’t people who want children be asked “Wow, are you sure you really want kids?” because to me, it seems like that’s what we should have been doing for years. The number of unwanted, accidental or unthought-out children running around this world is staggering… and it is literally killing the future of humanity.

She also says that being a parents will make you less self absorbed and teach you to put other’s needs in front of your own. She says this immediately after stating that each person’s experience is unique. …So therefore not everyone will be less self absorbed, etc. In fact, I can think of a few parents I know that became more self absorbed. People also completely lose themselves in their children. Their life becomes all about the child. I have had two completely different experiences… one with a friend who could ONLY talk about baby stuff and complained to me that I wasn’t supporting her new life enough and another friend who begged me not to ask a single question about the baby because she was sick of talking about him. Not everyone will magically become a better person once they have a child…

This is silly. There are a number of things that people can do without children that would make this world a much better place. You could raise the next kid to cure cancer or you could go get a job in the medical industry and contribute to it yourself. You could raise your kid to be super smart or you could dedicate yourself to teaching children who are underprivileged and lack access to good education. You could spend your holidays pampering your spoiled North American child or you could fly to Africa, India, China…etc and volunteer in orphanages, help build hospitals, teach communities about sustainable agriculture, do sex education… etc etc etc. In other words you could devote yourself to the number of other problems or number of forgotten children that are already here and need desperate attention.

It is totally insane to say that having a child is the best way to contribute to this Earth – because it is definitely not. That just sounds like someone trying to rationalize having a kid. The worst part about that paragraph is that it ends with the MOST condescending sentence I have ever read in my entire life. … That trying out hip restaurants and tweeting about television shows is the alternative to having a child…. As if that is what thoughtful, young, educated people want to do with their child free lives. Screw you, Ann.

I am glad that Ann has found that her children have forced her to be a better person. If she wants to be an even better person she can spend her days writing blog posts that aren’t so condescending and lack any new arguments for child free people who have been struggling with ageist, child-loving people since we opened our mouths about the issue. Instead question why it is the  norm to have children… there are too many people running around on this planet. We need to commit to making it a better place. We don’t need children to do that – we need to live thoughtful lives.

I’d rather devote time and energy to helping OTHER kids…make their lives better!

Don’t worry Ann – Idiocracy won’t happen because we’ll have killed ourselves with climate change or nuclear weapons before then. (Oh, and your kids get to live through all that mess… *thumbs up*)

Shrinking Update

Ever since last summer I’ve drastically changed my lifestyle. I try and get out/up for at least 30 minutes per day (walking, just dance on the Wii, whatever). I also eat pretty healthy or at least healthier than I used to.

After I lost the first 55 lbs Christmas hit so the weight loss pretty much stopped. I didn’t do too bad, though… I think I gained like 3 lbs and since then I’ve lost those 3 lbs plus another 10 lbs. What is interesting now is how noticeable it is getting.

From May 2012 – December 2012 I lost 55 lbs and 5 inches on each area. So I went from:

Bust: 52″ -> 47″
Waist: 49″ -> 44″
Hips: 56″ ->51″

But now… from January 1 2013 to February 1 2013 I lost 10 lbs and 4 inches on each area. So now it is:

Bust: 47″ -> 43″
Waist: 44″ -> 40″
Hips: 51″ -> 47″

So it went from losing like less than 0.3″ per pound to losing 1.2″ per pound. Pretty weird!

I’ve also officially shrunk enough that I’m having to get rid of clothes. I have a new pile starting of clothes I need to take to the good will because they either fall off of me or just look too horrible to keep wearing. I plan on wearing all my bigger clothes for as long as possible…

Honestly, if you would have told me 8 months ago that I’d have to start giving away my clothes because they had gotten too big I’d have called you nuts. It’ll be interesting to see what I look like in a few months… I have a feeling it is going to start getting harder to lose the weight…. that’ll suck! But at least by then it might be summer so I can start going on nice long walks again  and being motivated by pretty dressed! :)

I think about 20 lbs more and I can start buying all the cheap/pretty dresses from Forever 21! Hurray! :D

Wedding Planning: Wedding Showers and Open Bars

Wedding planning is moving along. I managed to find a dress I love and bought it, did taste testing of all the yummy food and I think I’ve even managed to finalize the design of my centerpieces (flowerless!).

The two things that have been a bit of a weird experience have been the wedding shower plans and deciding on what alcohol to provide.

My sister (my MOH) e-mailed me asking when I wanted to have a shower… and I paused and thought to myself “what the heck is shower?”. I got to googling and basically found that showers are a pretty anti-feminist, pro-consumerist American invention to help guide a woman into her womanly duties and to get more presents. So, I wasn’t totally stoked about it.

I told my sister I just wanted to do an informal thing with my grandma, because she won’t be able to make it to the wedding. So I wanted one  non-shower. But as the week went by my sister and mother sent more e-mails my way… saying I should have one (my sister) and that I shouldn’t have one (my mother) and that mom wants me to have one (my sister). Somehow … it changed from one non-shower to two actual showers.

Sick of going back and forth about it I ultimately said fine to both showers but I’m still feeling pretty uncomfortable with it. This is never how I saw myself getting married – I never imagined showers and bachelorette parties and salon days and all that jazz. So I want the shower to just be a gathering of women friends pre-wedding to celebrate weddingness…

But then when I tell people “don’t bring gifts to the shower” the response is “well isn’t that what a shower is for?”

D’oh. I don’t know! So hopefully my shower will redefine the shower… but they’re right, I’m not really sure what it is for if I don’t want my friends to bring gifts (unless they’re not bringing a gift to the wedding – but my sister is saying people bring gifts to the shower and money to the wedding – that seems excessive). I do want advice and love and support going into my marriage, so for me that is what the shower is for… to be with my women friends to get that love, support and advice (no gifts necessary).

The next weird thing has been deciding on open bar or not. Some people say that if you’re inviting people out for a formal dinner/party you need to provide them with alcohol for the night. Others say that it is excessive to leave the bar open, it encouraging over drinking and is an unnecessary cost for the bridge & groom.

I’m with the second group but the cultural pressure of open bars is really getting to me. It is literally impossible that we’ll be able to afford an open bar – people will drink so much and the venue’s cost of alcohol is actually quite high.

I’ve been looking at solutions to this like just providing lots of wine or doing drink tickets – but I still have this cultural guilt of not keeping the bar 100% open.

The culture of weddings in weird. From having to “ring a bell” when you find the right dress, keeping the dress a secret, having like 5 different pre-wedding activities, encouraging binge drinking and (for whatever reason) needing to stay within everyone else’s comfortable realm of normality…

The consumerist side of it makes it seem like you need all these things to hype up the day (the culture of a wedding dress, for instance) and really gouges people (wedding cakes are stupid expensive – which is almost as dumb as the cost of a photographer). The family side of it makes everyone want to push their own ideals of a wedding onto you (from staying traditional, to keeping it ultra cheap, to going high class and not being too informal). The people side of it makes you feel like you need to put on a show (open bars, entertainment, good food).

I’ve stepped back and started to think about what this wedding really means to me. It means I am marrying John. So instead of spending any more time trying to decide if I want a shower… or want an open bar… or looking at stupid hair do’s… I’ve been spending hours reading vows, ceremony readings, thinking about what is important to John and I and how to show that love during the wedding. If someone wants to put on a shower – go for it. If someone wants to buy us entertainment – please do. If people want to drink – I’ll give you drink tickets.

I strongly appreciate all the support and advice I’m getting for all this wedding planning (without my MOH and MOB I’d probably be getting married in a parking lot eating hotdogs) but I need to remember not to get stressed out about things and instead… to focus on what is important. I’m learning that a lot of what you do is for other people, and that is okay… I just need to remember why I am doing this for me, and put as much time and energy into that.

The Night Circus

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Here is the review I did on Teenskep about The Night Circus. I LOVED this book…I’m adding it to my favorites list!

Next on my reading list is The Hobbit.

I have a soft spot for circuses. I think it has something to do with my obsession with elephants. I also love magic. Witches are always my favorite characters and people who can do “magic” (like at parties) completely captivate me. This book, The Night Circus, immediately appealed to me. It’s about a circus AND magic. I recently got a new library card and my library has a shelf called “Best Bets” that are on-demand items and this book happened to be sitting there. I was wavering, because you only get best-bets for a week and this is a pretty thick book, but I went for it anyway… and I am so glad I did.

The main characters in the book are Celia and Marco. The two have been chosen by their mentors to partake in some kind of long running game that is a bit of a mystery for at least the first half of the book. The game leads them to start making magical and amazing “things” (often tents at the circus) for one another. Eventually, much to the dismay of their mentors, they fall in love… and that becomes a bit of a problem for the lovers and their game.

I got completely lost in this book. I mean lost in the best possible way anyone could ever imagine it to mean. When I read this book I didn’t feel like I was reading. I felt like I was watching some kind of beautiful and shiny movie happening right in front of my eyes. I would get lost in it for hours and then restart the chapter just to see if I had missed any particular detail about the magic and events that happen throughout the story.

Erin describes everything so well you can literally smell the circus around you. I could visualize every single detail of each place that the book was set. But this could be the downfall for some people. You *have* to love description to love this book. I could read an entire book that just describes fantastic surroundings, and I’d be okay with that. She does not skimp out on a single detail… so if you’re the kind of person that tends to think “okay, move on…” then this may not be the book for you. She spends like…2 pages describing a clock (it’s a really awesome clock, but you get what I’m getting at here…)

The cover of the book is slightly misleading as it makes it seem like the competition between the two young magicians is like a big battle, but that’s not the case at all. They need to outdo one another’s fantastical displays of magic. You have to be a bit of a romantic to appreciate the feeling that they go for when they make something for one another. If you’re not the kind of person that can think of a cloud as a big puffy pillow…and instead all you can think of is the fact that it’s just a big pile of water all mushed together… then you’re not going to get into this. You have to allow your imagination to follow their love, to understand the connections between the people and the places and to just appreciate the power that the two of them hold and create…almost entirely because of the other’s existence and this weird “game”.

The circus setting is interesting, because it likely could have been done just as well as a different setting (maybe I’m wrong about that) but it just added an extra flare of wonder… I’ve always felt like there was something mysterious and awe-inspiring about the circus, so for me that really enhanced my experience with the book.

I also really like that the magicians have to make their magic believable to the rest of the world. The rest of the world isn’t aware that magic exists. So their magical displays have to somewhat tame. Again – some people like a story where magic gets to run wild. I liked that this did two things… 1. made it more realistic and tangible for those reading and 2. it wasn’t a Harry Potter “abracadabra” sort of thing. It was subtle magic. There is meaning in the magic they create, and it was cool to try and figure out what.

Now, as for the love story… This is the only place the book fell a little flat for me. It was cute that it was a bit of a play on star-crossed lovers but the overall romance just felt a little bit boring. It was supposed to be that sort of painful passionate love that you get when you first fall in love. But it read as being just sort of weird and boring. Maybe Erin Morgenstern has never experienced Earth shattering love… because she did not make their love seem special at all.

There is a lot to keep track of…a  lot of different stories and characters. Pay attention to the dates because the chronology is a bit screwy, but it’s important … but when you get to the end you’ll probably just want to read it again anyway… just to pick up on all the details and points you inevitably missed the first time you read it. I plan on reading it again someday soon.

Wedding Dresses and Venue

Wedding planning is in full gear… so far I haven’t run into too many snags. The biggest problem right now is finding a dress. I went dress shopping with my MOH and MOB over the holidays and it DEFINITELY helped in narrowing down my options. Here are a few of the worst ones:

Wedding Dresses

Glad I lost the weight that I have… trying on dresses at this weight was a little exhausting. It is, however, frustrating that I intend to lose another 40 lbs before the wedding so I have no idea if it is safe to buy dress now and if I do… what size do I buy!?

We have, however, picked out our ceremony location and put down the first payment! We decided on the science complex at the University of Guelph. It is super modern and super geeky, so we’re looking forward to it. Our theme has become “starry night/spacey” so the empty field is where we will be having our telescope set up:

venue

 

Our ceremony will take place directly in front of the double helix. :)

The only potential downside to this seemingly perfect venue is that we have to do our catering through the university, so we’re really hoping that they have good food!

So far we’re totally on budget (under, actually!) and I can’t wait to attend this lovely geek-chic event.

 

…and a Happy New Year!

What a great Christmas I had this year! It started off with John and I having some fun together. We cooked various christmas dinners (including christmas fajitas with red, white and green toppings and a christmas pizza that had a spinach christmas tree on it), watched a number of holiday movies, drank lots of wine, decorated our apartment, made paper snowflakes and wrapped up gifts for the family!

Then we were off to Guelph to visit my mom! We had a lovely Christmas Eve feast… followed by a lovely bunch and another dinner feast the following day!! In between there we opened up our gifts. The coolest one I did this year was definitely writing a book for my mom that let her know how much she is loved by the telling of a fantasy story featuring evil roosters.

The fun kicked even higher into gear when we drove to Windsor to my sister’s new house! Her partner cooked a phenomenal meal and we enjoyed a really cozy evening hanging out in her new lovely house. The following day we drove to Detroit to do some wedding dress shopping (more on that tomorrow) and were then fed another amazing meal that night. We spent the night play Wits and Wagers (a game so fun John and I adopted it as our Christmas present :) ), drinking wine and eating my sister’s baked goodies. Our time in Windsor was just a really lovely time. It was so relaxing, our hosts were incredibly great and I just felt right at home. On the drive back to Guelph we stopped in to say hi to grams and that was a nice chat, too!

Over all it was a great success. The weather cooperated, we all ate too much really great food and I really had a lovely time spending quality time with all the members of the fam.

Here are some pics of some of the amazing decorations at my sister’s house (sorry the photo quality is less than fantastic):

Sarah's main tree... VERY pretty.

Sarah’s main tree… VERY pretty.

 

I have a better pic of this, but it is on my phone. Her fireplace was gorgeously done.

I have a better pic of this, but it is on my phone. Her fireplace was gorgeously done.

Really sad this didn't come out great.. On top there is a beautiful old lamp!

Really sad this didn’t come out great.. On top there is a beautiful old lamp!

And… for comparison… here are mine and John’s ;)

Pretty sad in comparison... but we were pleased. :)

Pretty sad in comparison… but we were pleased. :)

I’m Struggling

Struggling to come to grips with being someone who might eventually have a PhD.

Contrary to what I’m starting to see that people think about me… I actually do not enjoy being characterized as an academic and I do not think I’m smarter than the majority of people I know. I think anyone is capable of obtaining a PhD; a lot of it has to do with putting up with a lot of tedious work.

This past year my discomfort with being an “academic” amplified. I have been teaching my first class and every time I stand up in front of my class the same questions starts throbbing in my mind: “Who am I to teach these guys? What authority do I have?” I’ve had to deal with this by creating class environments that have students talking more than me. But marking them is incredibly difficult for me…

I am, however, in this realm. This is what I do. I go to school and I talk to people about things. We like to know pedantic details, we challenge each other’s ideas and we like to learn from one another. I find it difficult to turn this off, and I’m not entirely sure why I have to.

Two incidents happened this holiday season:

  1. I laughed at an answer someone gave in a board game that was pretty far off of the correct answer, in a geography category (the category I usually found to be the easiest). I got called an asshole for doing this. Later, the person who called me an asshole laughed and mocked me, in the same way I had done to her before, for not knowing a few answers about culture and entertainment (a category I almost never knew the answer to).
  2. At the dinner table I was talking about something I had done during the school year that has to do with computers. Before even getting to the point I was cut off by the opinion of someone who claimed expertise based on personal experience rending my entire story and opinion invalid. Later, this same person mocked me for being a know-it-all because I was attempting to explain why I thought his opinion on something was off-base – on a topic that I had more personal experience with.

So… I started thinking about these incidents and wondering why they got to treat me the exact same way they had each criticized me for acting earlier.

Now… both of these incidents happened with my siblings, and the three of us have (unfortunately) pigeonholed each other into certain areas that I think at least two of really dislike. What bothers me is that I’m pretty sure they both think I’m a know-it-all (or this is my own insecurity coming out here – because I am CONSTANTLY worried about coming off as one) but they both know substantially more than me in various areas. Do I think they know more than me about geography and environmental science? No… but I do think they might know things in these subjects that I don’t know. And I also think my sister knows more than me about music, culture, empathy, crafting, social skills, life in general, working hard, police systems, current affairs, cars, how to balance a budget, how to decorate, cook, raising children and has likely read substantially more books than I have.

What seems to be the disconnect, and I’ve felt it other places than just with my family, is that it is (for whatever reason) more offensive to be corrected on a stereotypically “academic” topic than a stereotypically “cultural” topic… so my sister will call me an asshole for laughing at her for getting something wrong about Europe but won’t even consider the fact that it hurts me the same way when she laughs at me for not knowing things about culture.

I think it is easy for someone like me, who doesn’t want to make other people feel stupid and doesn’t want to be thought of in a bad light, to start getting really self-conscious about coming off as a know-it-all, especially in the subjects that I study. AND it is really difficult for me to know if I am offending other people just by being myself (I can often fit in at a party and come up with chit-chat but my social skills are not the best and have been deteriorating)… but it pisses me off that I have to tip-toe around my pedantic curiosity and the only things I know a lot about because other people get offended by my pride in knowing about them. I don’t know about culture and history! All I know is geography and the environment! Some people are proud to know the number of countries in the EU, others are proud to know dates that things happened, others are proud to know the ages of celebrities. We all have things we are proud of knowing, and everyone made fun of other people for not knowing answers but I was the only one that got called an asshole for laughing about my particular topic of pride. The people who know a lot about culture, entertainment and computers get to laugh at my lack of or deny any existence of my knowledge in those areas because it is more socially acceptable for them to do so. For some reason they think it is less hurtful and less degrading. But to me… it isn’t.

I think this all steams from the firm belief that I have that having knowledge (academic or not) does not make you worthy of respect. It is the type of person you are, what you do with any kind of knowledge and how you treat others that makes you worthy of respect.  This is why I respect my sister *so much*. She is a kind, honest and giving person. It makes me ill to think that I would make her feel bad because I make a quip about her not knowing the answer to a question.

Knowing things and education does not make someone a good person. Actions (and to some extent…intentions) define people’s goodness (IMO). I wish I could always say the right things, and not be offensive…ALL THE TIME. Part of my struggling to come to terms with being an academic will also have to include trying even harder to say the right thing and not allow any now-it-all-ness to come out …especially when I am outside of my workplace. It’s hard, because I don’t recognize it. But I will certainly try…

About My First Tattoo

When people ask me “does your tattoo have meaning?” it makes me smile, because of course it has meaning! It has a lot of meaning. Here is the tattoo:

1. Infinity

The first important thing about my tattoo is that I’m not the only person who has it. My best friend, lover, partner and passion, John, has the same tattoo, in the same spot. When we are being cute we always say “I love you times infinity”. There has been an ongoing cuteness between us around this concept. Its linguistic foundations define it as being “endless”. Our love, support and friendship… is endless. (For himself, John has some double meaning here around the idea of the universe, too. And also… it’s math-y :D )

2. The Pale Blue Dot

Beside the infinity symbol there is a small blue dot. That small blue dot is Earth. When Voyager 1 was about 6 billion kilometers away from Earth NASA, at the request of Carl Sagan, had the camera turn around and snap a picture of Earth. The result was a tiny, 0.12 pixel, dot in the middle of a vast darkness of space. Carl Sagan then wrote a book entitled Pale Blue Dot filled with romantic and inspiring imagery and language about the consequence of seeing Earth in that context. Take this excerpt, for example:

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

As environmentalists, secular humanists and lovers of romance this speaks very strongly to John and I – hence, the dot. And it is not without purpose that the dot is beside the infinity symbol. The Earth is floating in this sea of infinite darkness… and we’re on it. (For John I think there is also some context here about wanting to explore the infinite,

3. Adaptive Cycle

John and I both relate to the tattoo differently. One of my unique connections with the infinity symbol is the theory of an adaptive cycle. The theory and idea of an adaptive cycle comes from systems theory, a theory that encompasses a philosophy that I stand behind very strong. A philosophy of looking at interrelationships, building on knowledge, learning as a form of action … etc. Adaptive management seems people, places, problems and things going through cycles of change. It uses iterative decision-making from multiple perspectives to deal with problems that have high uncertainty or that are going through phase changes into transformations. This is a really interesting and eloquent theory, that if understood and looked at from a certain perspective you can apply to a lot of things. I happen to apply it to my life. I see myself going through phase changes, reaching tipping points, transforming and resettling into a new order… and then going through it all over again. I see everyone going through this. I see the world going through this. I love this idea of constant learning, constant transformation and trying to be aware of what stage I am in to better understand my own feelings and where I should be in life.

And that’s my tattoo!

I’m currently in the process of designing tattoo number 2 which is going to be incredibly beautiful and will encompass my philosophy of and passion in life. It’s one I actually sketched out in high school, but more informed… and prettier. :)

Failed!

I missed like 3 days of my “post ‘err day” thing. :) Maybe I should go for quality, not quantity, because I was rushing those posts.

I just booked some awesome diddlies for my wedding. So stoked. Venue, music and cake. All delicious and pretty.