Friday, October 27, 2006 by Amy
Today was a pretty good day. At least we got out of the house. Rudi and I were both waiting for orders to come in the mail and we were driving each other crazy waiting, so we went out. We walked around Old Colorado City and went to some of the boutiques there. Had a cup of coffee and so forth. Then we get home and checked the mail and we both got our packages. Rudi finally received a book he'd ordered, and I got the Stacinator wool diaper cover that I had ordered. So far I'm lovin' it. So soft that it's hard to believe that it's wool.
I also got an unexpected bonus: my Mothering Magazine subscription has kicked in and I got my first issue today. Now this is my absolute most favorite magazine, but I really feel that I need to vent today, maybe it's the recent blizzard, or the fact that we are on our last dollar, literally, but I have a lot of pent up hostility. I always eagerly anticipate the bi-monthly publishing of this magazine, and I devour it with great zeal. I then have a rush of optimism and hope for the future and all sorts of mushy feelings. Then the realization that we could in no way afford the level of granola-ness to be accepted in the "Mothering" community. Organic clothes are so expensive. Organic food is so expensive. Cloth diaper covers are so expensive. And then I get really really angry. So here's my rant: If you can afford to eat, sleep, poop, wear organic; if you can afford to use alternate forms of energy like solar power and hybrid cars; if you can afford to take your child to a holistic practitioner; if you can afford to perpetually stay home with your child until they're in college and homeschool using any materials that have the name "Waldorf" in them; if you can afford to live on a farm in the rolling hills of somewhere growing your own veggies and picking fruit from your own freakin' trees while your kids frolic in the wheat fields with rings of flowers in their hair while trailing yards of silk behind them flowing in the sweet stinking prairie breeze----you are not a hippie!--you are a (*gasp*) YUPPIE!!!! And you've ruined it for the rest of us. If you truly cared about the Earth, you would make your products accessible to the people that populate it!! I try the best I can to live a sustainable life, but I WILL NOT be made to feel inferior because I am not a closet yuppie. But really, Mothering Magazine is really my most favoritest magazine in the whole world. Seriously, I can't wait for the next issue. Pardon me while I go read it cover to cover again. I'm not being sarcastic.
FYI: in Riley's world of make-believe, she is a baby named Baby Hayp (yes, I spelled that correctly). Yes, I know, two post in a row without photos. If you wonder why I don't want to sit here and wait for a photo to download, please re-read the previous paragraph. Cheers.
I also got an unexpected bonus: my Mothering Magazine subscription has kicked in and I got my first issue today. Now this is my absolute most favorite magazine, but I really feel that I need to vent today, maybe it's the recent blizzard, or the fact that we are on our last dollar, literally, but I have a lot of pent up hostility. I always eagerly anticipate the bi-monthly publishing of this magazine, and I devour it with great zeal. I then have a rush of optimism and hope for the future and all sorts of mushy feelings. Then the realization that we could in no way afford the level of granola-ness to be accepted in the "Mothering" community. Organic clothes are so expensive. Organic food is so expensive. Cloth diaper covers are so expensive. And then I get really really angry. So here's my rant: If you can afford to eat, sleep, poop, wear organic; if you can afford to use alternate forms of energy like solar power and hybrid cars; if you can afford to take your child to a holistic practitioner; if you can afford to perpetually stay home with your child until they're in college and homeschool using any materials that have the name "Waldorf" in them; if you can afford to live on a farm in the rolling hills of somewhere growing your own veggies and picking fruit from your own freakin' trees while your kids frolic in the wheat fields with rings of flowers in their hair while trailing yards of silk behind them flowing in the sweet stinking prairie breeze----you are not a hippie!--you are a (*gasp*) YUPPIE!!!! And you've ruined it for the rest of us. If you truly cared about the Earth, you would make your products accessible to the people that populate it!! I try the best I can to live a sustainable life, but I WILL NOT be made to feel inferior because I am not a closet yuppie. But really, Mothering Magazine is really my most favoritest magazine in the whole world. Seriously, I can't wait for the next issue. Pardon me while I go read it cover to cover again. I'm not being sarcastic.
FYI: in Riley's world of make-believe, she is a baby named Baby Hayp (yes, I spelled that correctly). Yes, I know, two post in a row without photos. If you wonder why I don't want to sit here and wait for a photo to download, please re-read the previous paragraph. Cheers.
Dear Amy,
Nobody does all that stuff at one time! If they do, they are hiding from the realities of life for neurotic reasons. I remember Peggy's divorce. Moral of the story - self-righteousness is a personality flaw. Bloom where YOU are planted (and don't make a big deal out of it). There are some remarkable real women out there - try going to a La Leche League Conference and you'll meet some(but they're not perfect!). By the way, to be a YUPPIE, you need to be urban and professional (some of them probably aren't even young). Just a thought.
Now, about that tattoo...
Love, Mom