Connie stays the course while Madison Avenue tries to mess with her mojo
I watch a lot of TV, I love TV, in fact the TV guy is here right now, even as I type, installing my brand new flat screen HD TV upstairs in my bedroom. Oh, I can hear you now—“TV in your bedroom??? A terrible idea, it’ll ruin your sex life”. Well, “pish-tosh,” says I, basketball season is upon us and the ol’ ball and chain will be occupied till May, so I’m delighted to have the company up there.
Because I do watch TV, I’ve been noticing a very interesting marketing trend. Advertisers are really hitting our age group hard. Instead of just producing commercials for Metamucil, Viagra, Depends, and that yogurt-like stuff Jamie Lee Curtis is shilling so we can all poop better; we are seeing trotted out, resplendent in their magnificent menopausal middle age, the big guns of the baby boomer generation. Read more
Animation still by Agni Pariksha from Sita Sings the Blues
Join Melissa as she vanquishes demons, delights in distraction and cultivates deep belly laughs
OK, I am not going to pussy foot around here — transition and change, not so much fun for me.
Last week, I was listening to an interfaith podcast discussion about happiness in which the Muslim scholar Seyyed Hossein Nasr talked about how the word jihad actually means to combat one’s own negativity or quite simply to struggle — it is the process of exerting our best efforts. In response the Dalai Lama said, and I’m paraphrasing here, then all of Buddhism is jihad. That is what I call reaching across the aisle.
I am not sure about my “best efforts” but I do identify with the struggle and if it’s a noble struggle then all the better.
Recently I observed the holiday Diwali with several friends. I resonate with the holiday for the symbolism of the lighting of many lamps — in our case candles — to signify the triumph of good over evil. Specifically Diwali celebrates the return of Lord Rama from 14 years of exile after vanquishing the demon King Ravana. The festival of lights also serves to direct an observant devotee to the awareness of his/her inner light and it signals the end of the harvest.
I am a mujahida, engaged in vanquishing my demons while in a personal kind of exile. Read more
With a nod to P-Funk, Cathy tries to free her mind, so her ass will follow
I have always been a glass half-full kind of person. Now, firmly in my middle years, I’ve come to understand that life has its ups and downs and that staying the course eventually lands you just where you need to be. But lately, for almost three months now, I’ve been in a funk.
Why can’t I just stick my head in the sand like an ostrich, and shut out all sound and light? I can’t possibly do that when Tea Party extremists are shouting so loud. When cholera is killing earthquake survivors in Haiti (can they ever get a break?) When the number of women in government has reverted back a generation and poor Mr. Obama has to deal directly with folk who are, frankly, off their rockers. And while I too, am off my center—just when I start to regain my balance something throws me, and the downward spiral begins again.
Research has proven that people who practice gratitude regularly are typically happier and healthier. Believe me, I have so much to be grateful for. My octogenarian parents are still together and in good health, I have a job (even one that people envy), I have smart, interesting and loving friends and a warm extended family. I live in a beautiful place with nature in my backyard and one of the finest cities anywhere just across the bay. (Go Giants!) I’ve got access to world class culture, fresh healthy food and abundance—more than one can ever need. Read more