Tuesday, 2 October 2012

FAT RANT




You go girl. 

This is not about justifying being fat. If the writer of the e-mail was truly just enjoying making someone else feel bad, then he or she can fuck off, plain and simple. End of story. But let's assume there was some kind of well meaning intent for someone's benefit....I've heard the "she's not aware of it, and someone should do her the favour of letting her know" argument many times.

Whatever the reason is that someone is different, pointing that out to them and everyone else can never have a positive effect. Empathy, kindness and support is the best way to help someone overcome a problem, if that is really your goal. If you seriously think they are happy and deluding themselves that they are not different, and you are actually in some way doing them a favour by letting them know, then I seriously think you are very stupid. 

 Whether or not obesity, being gay, having acne, or any of the other things people regularly persecute each other about are choices, on the same level that religion, or politics, or career, or what shoes to buy or what TV show to watch are choices, may be a reason for a whole other discussion, in which clearly I would argue that it is far from as simple as that; but OK, for arguments's sake, let's even go down the bullies' route for a second and assume that it is.....judging people negatively for not making the choices that you do is your prerogative. Just please remember how you felt the last time you made a decision or choice which in the end turned out not to be in your own best interest. How did that make you feel? On top of feeling like an ass for having been your own worst enemy, would it have been pleasant to have your so called friends continue to remind you of your stupidity, and furthermore point out to you that everyone else may be affected by it as well, usually based on assumptions and misinformation anyway? Or do real friends wait until you want to talk to them about the actual facts of your situation, until you ask for their input and then give your their advice in a supportive manner?

 Perhaps there are some people in the world who can take truly personal negative criticism like this in stride and say " You know you're right, I really must do better" without being depressed and hurt or losing what little self esteem they had, and if you're one of them, then yay you! You're amazing. Maybe everyone should be like you. But we're not.
Does this sound a little defensive? Funny that, you get a little defensive when you perceive you are being attacked.
Aha! I hear your cry, being fat and being gay are not the same. It comes down to choice. Fuck off, I say to you. Whether or not it is a choice is not the point. You have a right to tell me that I am fat and laugh about it, I suppose. I have a right to tell you to fuck off in response and call you a bigoted ass, and a right to be as fat as I bloody well please.
Personally I'd really rather it hadn't come to all that though, because you know what, as you say, it's not all about rights, but choices. We could all also make the choice to be kind and polite to each other, and not point out each others failings unbidden, and I believe the writer of this e-mail's choice not to make that choice has created a lot more negative energy in the world for more people, than my or this woman's choice not to go to the gym more often on days that we could have.


Yes, I too am overweight. So yes, this strikes a chord with me, but you know the reasons/excuses for my weight, and the choices I make regarding whether that changes, and how easy they are for me to make are not the point here. Even if I am defensive and oversensitive on this issue,  and even if I am in fact the chief instrument of my own destruction, that does not make it OK for anyone else to willfully make me feel worse than I already do.


I can only imagine the amount of courage and mental energy it took for this woman to stand up on TV and answer her bullies. Well done! And well done to her friends, family and colleagues who stood up for her. 

Everyone hurts other people's feeling occasionally by accident, ( including me with astonishing regularity) and we should always take that into account, and try to have the thickest skin we can, but that is not what happened here. It was a conscious decision and planned action with the goal of telling someone else how to live their life. 

I will never be in favour of that.
So there. Rant over.


Friday, 21 September 2012

Let Battle Commence

J&Y: blablablablablabla

M: don't fight!!

Y: we're not fighting, it's an argument.

J: hahahaha.

M: an argument is a fight, Daddy.
(Patronizing tone)

Y: is it? So when you punch and kick me we are not fighting?

J: don't argue about the words, anyway, we are not fighting, it's a discussion.

M: whatever. Stop it.

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

WoofMiaowCaw Rubbish Cage

A small new moment of Japanese quirkiness today.
We have all seen these neighbourhood rubbish cage thingies around the place, but have you ever wondered what they are called?
We were walking the dog this morning and for some reason the label caught Y's eye. The official name is apparently "wannyanka" which directly translated means "woof miaow caw", ostensibly because they protect the rubbish from dogs cats and crows.
Fantastic name that reflects the inconsistencies of life in Japan. Anal retentiveness of Olympic proportions meets absolute hilarity! Excellent!

Monday, 25 June 2012

To Bring Back the Blog, or not to Bring Back the Blog?

Hmmm. I've had a couple of years' foray into the sound bite worlds of twitter and Facebook and also that elusive thing called "real life", and have neglected the blogs while entertained in those pockets of existence.
Twitter is Twitter and it has it's place, and those who pooh pooh generally havent done it "right", and Facebook has been my lifeline to real friendships during phases of unavoidable obligations, but I miss the personal catharsis of blogging, whether it is to sound off and relieve a niggling stress point, or to sort something out in your own mind, or to simply provide a record of happy times. Of course you can do that on FB or twitter too, and more so on my more recently discovered platform: blipfoto, but those places seem much more like a playground with all the politics and melodrama of human relationships up for show, and the danger of tone of type misinterpretation is fraught!
Blogging seems a more personal and somehow more private form of release.
Despite its public nature. Maybe that's just me with head up my own bum though.
Anyway, I've found the blogger app for iPhone now, so I might give it another try. I've a lot of pent up frustrations at the moment though, so it might be a bit venty for a while. Maybe I shouldn't bother....
Who knows? Watch this space... Just testing, testing, one, two, three....
Here's a pic of my girlies at the weekend, just to see how that works, too.

Friday, 4 June 2010

Crap Blogger


Weechan brought this back from her adventure in the Botanic Gardens specially for me.
Cute!


Apple Store iPad madness in Ginza from our weekend in Tokyo last week. I so have to have one.
Still holding out though.


Cover photo for M's first album?

I'm sure I've been so crap lately that no-one ever looks at this any more anyway, but just in case....

The PTA stuff and work stuff and Facebook and Twitter addictions have led to major backlog on the blogging front, as it always seems much easier to do a quick real time status update than a full blog post. I still hold out the hope, maybe in the summer holidays hat I will catch up and get back into the rhythm soon, but in the meantime, I have found a new addiction to add to the above.

It's caled Blipfoto. The premise is that you upload one photo a day. And it has to have been taken on that day, so the result should be a true photo journal. I kind of like this having to choose one moment of your day to share. The restriction of it makes you think through what defined your day.

It is also a site used many real photography enthusiasts, and some of the images by others are truly stunning, and there is a general positive feel to the community. I joined after watching a friend's entries for a few months, in the hope that it might make me actually learn how to use my camera to better effect, and to get back to the basics of what this blog was meant to be about: a daily record of our family for my mum and sister in Scotland, and for M when she grows up and wants to look back.

Watch this space, but if you want to know what we're up to, please check out :

http://www.blipfoto.com/mairismum

http://www.blipfoto.com/JaxI


Or follow @jaxsensei on Twitter and you'll get updates on both of the above.

I try to keep Facebook for people I actually know.

I leave you with a few images that narrowly missed being blips.

Tuesday, 16 February 2010

Where this Came from I'll Never Know...

Weechan ( looking in the mirror after cleaning her teeth): "I think my face is getting whiter, maybe I'm getting the cold like Michael Jackson".

Monday, 4 January 2010

Dirty Housewife Exposes her White Bits


I have just hoovered my entire house and washed my floor by my good self for the first time in over a year and this has led me to want to say a few things.

1)
To the person, who when confronted with the suggestion that white flooring tiles would be a stylish way to finish off the simple modern look of my living room the size of a small aeroplane hanger said "Yes Jax, that is a great idea!": I know where you live and I am coming to find you, and show you what we do in Scotland to people who do bad things.

2)
I think I have just, in one morning, burned off all the calories I would have used had I actually gone to the gym I have been paying the ¥10,000 monthly subscription for for the past 6 months.

3)
To Mika Tanaka, who has been doing this job for me once a week for the past year, with the excuse that I am a working mother who also is the commandant for the PTA and couldn't possibly do it myself I'm so busy (!?): remind me to pay you a million yen a week, it would be worth it, despite the fact that you unreasonably demanded 2 weeks off at the only time of the year when I have parties and actually need the house to be clean. (Please no-one actually tell her I said this)

4)
To the person who invented that white stuff that looks like polystyrene fire lighters but actually removes grime without even touching it: may you find your reward in heaven where you will be serviced eternally by women who had to wash their own white floors for entire marriages before they died.

5)
To Mairi and Yasu: may you enjoy the rest of the meals of your lives, which will be served outside on the balcony from now on, in all weathers and seasons, where you will not be able to dirty my floor.

6)
To my employers: thank you for making it possible for me to justify not washing my own floor every week.

7)
If that is the amount of dirt and yuch that came of my white floor that gets washed once a week , god knows how disgusting the floors are downstairs, which thankfully are not are not white, therefore I can't see the dirt, therefore obviously I don't have to wash them.

8)
To Mr Dyson: there were amazing attachments in the bag that I hadn't even known existed. See point 4). It was almost as good as my Watashi no Heya Lucky Bag.



OK, now I've got all that off my chest, I'll wish you a happy new year, and express my intent to speak less shite on facebook and twitter in 2010, and try and update the blogs instead, since the intent was for my daughter to have a record of her early years, and 2009 was a bit of a blank.

Oh well...best laid plans....

And no-one come round for a while to dirty my floor.

Sunday, 6 December 2009

Bonfire NIght

We did Bonfire Night on November 6th. I think everyone had a good time... Here are some pics.



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Monday, 23 November 2009

The Wedding

My brother-in-law got married on October 24th, which is surprising only in that I have thought for 6 months that he was getting married on October 25th, and only found out just in time to change all the hairdressing appointments!
It was very bizarrely Japanese, but in a lovely place, with really lovely food.

Good luck for the future, Uncle Y and new Auntie M!


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