on mindy kaling and sexism

Recently, I have been binge-watching The Office and The Mindy Project, alongside reading Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? and Why Not Me? This particular essay was prompted by watching The Mindy Project and mass-consuming interviews with Mindy Kaling. She plays the main character and is executive producer of the show, and one of the writers. This isn’t hugely unusual in the world of US TV, especially in sitcoms. Except – oh yes, she is a woman.

Despite her long CV of accomplishments (first writing role for ‘The Office’ in early 20s, becoming producer of ‘The Office’ by 30, Emmy-winning writing, acting, running/writing/starring in her own network TV show, authoring 2 books…) the main themes that come up in interviews I’ve seen are about her being a woman. Yesterday was the last straw for me – I watched an interview from when the show started and she was asked not about her impressive body of work, but “is it funny seeing yourself on billboards? did you get to influence the photo? were you able to look through the designs and sign them off?” To her credit she answered with grace and patience, simply saying “no, I am used to seeing myself like this,” and when questioned further, gestured at the ad and said “I’m pretty happy with how it looks. It turned out really well.”
Kaling’s staff is asked what it’s like working for her – with paragraphs about how cool it is that she is a “girl boss” (because she can’t be put on the same level as boy bosses – or ‘bosses’, as they are commonly known). Kaling herself is consistently asked (often incredulously) where she gets her confidence from, with commentary about how ‘assertive’ (at best) or ‘self-centred’ (at worst) she is. To keep saying these things, after she has been in the TV industry for over 10 years, implies that she has every reason *not* to feel confident. The woman has won an Emmy, had 2 books on the NYT bestseller list, and had 5 seasons of her very own show! Why on earth should she not feel confident?
The continued patronising questions put to Kaling is just another manifestation of the overt sexism that still exists in our society. Would anyone ask Seinfeld if it’s funny being on a billboard, or why he seems so confident? As women, should we not be confident/assertive/proud of our achievements? The implication is that we should be slightly surprised and embarrassed that we have achieved anything at all. That isn’t good enough for me. I want my female friends, relatives, and especially my daughter, to know what they do well and f-ing shout about it from the rooftops.
Kaling deals with this questioning with a grace that I aspire to. I don’t know how, after so much time, she refrains from shouting “STOP ASKING ME THESE F-ING QUESTIONS” – although she does deal with the topic in her books.
Let’s just stop being surprised that some women know their worth, and instead encourage them to celebrate their accomplishments. Let’s stop comparing them to men in their industry (usually finding them lacking). Let’s stop trying to find holes in their confidence – they’re a ‘bitch’ or a terrible boss or self-centred or a maneater – and most important of all, celebrate ourselves and our own accomplishments instead of being embarrassed about them.
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shake it off 

When the babies were only a few weeks old, and I was completely overwhelmed looking after two tiny newborns and a rambunctious toddler, four o’clock was a very hard time. Everyone was tired, wound up, hungry, and I was desperate for my husband to come home from work. I was trying really hard not to fall into the abyss, and the long, dark days of winter didn’t help this feeling.

To deal with it, I made four o’clock ‘Dancing Time’ – when, no matter what we were doing, we’d drop everything and put on some energetic music (sometimes even Just Dance videos on YouTube) and let out our pent-up energy. One of our regular dancing tracks was Taylor Swift’s ‘Shake it Off’; the uptempo beat and f-you lyrics the perfect antidote to a stressful, relentless day.  Even the babies loved being jiggled about in the sling and some of Jake’s first giggles were as he watched us fling about our limbs energetically.

The song has continued as a favourite, instantly cutting through our bad moods and grouchiness. It made it onto my first running playlist, and it’s still there 18 months later, pushing me on when I’m lacking energy. Last summer Lucas requested it almost every time we got into the car, and by July could sing along with Taylor through to the end. He insisted that she was singing “shake it, ahh” – not realising that it was her accent and stylised voice that disguised the word. In the end I agreed with him as he got so upset trying to convince me and it seemed a petty thing to argue over. 

‘Shake it Off’ still makes me smile whenever I hear it. Partly because of these precious memories, and because it’s apt for a time when I’ve struggled to let go of negative influences in my life. “Haters gonna hate” – it’s teenspeak that I’m 20 years too old for, but the sentiment is true. The song contains good advice for my children, too. I’d like them to grow up to be resilient, to assume they can achieve anything and everything they want to – to be able to shake off negativity rather than getting drawn into it. 

And if you’re not a fan of Taylor, you can always check out the Beef Seeds’ bluegrass cover of ‘Shake it Off’ instead – it’s worth a listen! 

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about a boy


Lucas, on the eve of your first day of school.

I write about you, my darling boy, and I could fill pages upon pages. You can be infuriating, challenging, frustrating. You are kind, thoughtful, inquisitive, clever. You teach us how to parent, and often how not to parent, and your younger siblings will thank you for that one day. You don’t have an easy ride, and I am sorry for that. But you are happy, and you know you are loved, and you love fiercely. 
There are so many things about you that remind me of me – and I’m sorry for those, too! You will start primary school tomorrow and we can’t wait to see how you deal with that adventure, although we are nervous for you as you will one day understand. Like me, you see things in black and white and you find any perceived injustice very hard to bear. I wonder how you will deal with this at school, and I hope it won’t hamper you. Like both of us, you have an incredible thirst for knowledge and information, and you are surpassing us greatly in your studies of dinosaurs. I think you will really enjoy learning new things at school and I’m sure you’ll be able to educate us in many areas!

You are growing up into a truly wonderful boy and my biggest hope is that you continue to be the happy, open-hearted child you are. We are not always the parents we want to be – sometimes we make mistakes – but I hope you know how much we love and adore you, and that we will always be here, watching and rooting for you. 

Here’s to your next adventure – may it be big, joyful, and full of wonder.

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fake it ’til you make it

The most memorable piece of parenting advice my dad gave me is also the one I fall back on most frequently. I think it’s actually one of The Parent’s best-kept secrets, and I’m going to share it with you. Prepare yourself: it’s a big one.

We don’t actually know what the hell we are doing. 

I know, right? When you were a kid and your parents seemed to have it all together, know exactly what to do and how to handle every situation, did you imagine that they were completely winging it? 

I can’t remember what prompted my dad to tell me this – it’s likely that I was bemoaning my lack of any clue what to do with my toddler – but I recall that I asked him “how did you always know what the right thing to do was?!” That is when he laughed, and replied “fake it ’til you make it.”

My dad’s pretty impressive approach is to act like you know what you are doing, even when you have no idea what the right course of action is.  This fools your child into believing that you hold the road map, therefore you are in control. It must work quite well, because until he shared this with me I actually thought he knew exactly what he was doing. The alternative is that I was an incredibly gullible child, so I prefer to credit my dad’s fakery. 

I jest, but I was seriously simultaneously aghast (my childhood belief in my parents’ omnipotence was shattered) and awed (they had me believing wholeheartedly in their omnipotence). As parenting approaches go, it’s simple but brilliant and it’s served us well. As it works, your confidence in yourself grows, and herein lies its true brilliance: you don’t even realise when you’ve stopped faking it. Suddenly the right course of action starts coming naturally to you, and when you stop for a minute, you realise that you’ve got this. 

At least until the next phase. Then you can go right back to faking it.

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what we did: dino land

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More dinosaurs! As Lucas was leaving to go to his childminder’s house for the day, I had a flash of inspiration for a no-fuss activity we could do when he got home. I’ve been wanting to invite more exploration of natural materials but the weather has been so rubbish lately that none of us feel like spending much time outdoors. Lucas has been playing in an imaginary ‘Dino Land’ with his friends at daycare and I thought we could make a small world ‘dino land’ for him to explore with his figures.

It took less than five minutes to set up – I dashed into our front garden with a plastic tub, and chose leaves and wildflowers of varying sizes, shapes and colours. They needed some drying time so I left them under the radiator. When Lucas came home, we got out his plastic dinosaurs and I let him explore dino land. He enjoyed making the dinosaurs ‘talk’ to each other (they are often all called Bob) and helping them navigate through the leaves and flowers.

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what we did: ice excavating

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I loved the simplicity of this activity. Plastic dinosaurs, animals and shells frozen in water, placed inside plastic boxes for the scientists to excavate. I really struggle to find activities that work for both Lucas and the twins, but this held both biggest and tinygirl’s interest (tinyboy slept through it!).

Due to over-freezing, the blocks took a while to start melting. This provided an excellent opportunity for learning, as we discussed what can melt ice. Lucas came up with fire (conveniently the wood burner was going!), using our hands, pouring warm water over the block, and using tools. We tried all four of these and talked about how they compare.

Tinygirl had a fantastic time touching the ice, depositing her lunch into the box, and playing with the tools.

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when it all goes wrong again

Today I rang my GP to discuss increasing my medication for anxiety and depression. It is a phone call that I have been putting off for several weeks, hoping to avoid it, that things would start feeling easier. They haven’t, so I know it is time to ask for help.

Maintaining good mental health is a delicate balance that I have been dealing with for a long time. Things have become harder since having my children and I have suffered two bouts of bad postnatal depression, as well as post traumatic stress disorder. I am pragmatic about needing medication to help: after all, if I was diabetic, I would expect to take insulin to manage the condition.

Despite this, I still struggle with the stigma attached to mental health issues, and I find it hard to admit when the balance is tipping away from my control. Like most people, I do not like to admit when I am having a difficult time. My anxiety is very connected to feelings of failure and negative thoughts, and I prefer to soldier on until it becomes clear that I can’t.

This doesn’t make me strong, just like asking for help doesn’t make me weak. Sometimes I have to work really hard to remind myself of this. I am lucky to have a close group of friends who will also remind me of this, and with whom I can be truly honest. Sometimes it helps to just say, “yes, I am struggling,” and know that they won’t look at me any differently.

True friends take the rough with the smooth and the bad with the good. They are there for you when you’re at your worst, not just your best. They love you when you’re struggling and they hold you up so that you don’t have to go it alone. It is I have friends like these that I found the strength to make the call today.

We need to be more open about and accepting of other’s struggles. Admitting that you’re having a hard time is not a sign of weakness – it is normal, and anyone who judges you negatively for being honest is someone you do not need in your life. Asking for help should be encouraged, not frowned upon.

I know things will get better for me, because they always do. I will ask for help (albeit grudgingly) and I am lucky to have a small number of good friends who will make sure I don’t flounder. Even though I may feel alone, I know that I’m not. And gradually, life will seem easier again.

Stockport is creating a perinatal mental health forum ‪#‎stockportPNMH‬
The group is bringing together statutory services, primary care, volunteer organisations and charities to improve the way parents’ mental health is looked after in the perinatal period.

The first meeting will be on Weds 24th February 7.30pm at the Education Room, Maternity Unit, Stepping Hill Hospital.

This meeting will be focussing on raising the knowledge and improving the education of Midwives & Health Visitors around perinatal mental health.

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the new normal

 

two weeks postpartum with my eldest. note matching expressions of mild panic.

 
How long did it take you to get back to normal after having your baby? It’s a question I hear frequently from brand-new parents, often with a hint of desperation. I’m not sure how to tell them that, nearly four years down the line, I’m still not there.

There is such an emphasis on ‘getting back to normal’ in our culture; women are commended for quickly dropping their baby weight, working demanding jobs, and doing all of the things they used to do – with a baby in tow. Since I had my first child, it seems to me a very unrealistic expectation: that you should carry on exactly as before, despite the huge event that is adding a small, dependent human to your family.
When my oldest son was born, it felt like the pieces of my life had been chucked up into the air and had landed all mixed up. Parts of it were recognisable as mine (feeding cats, talking to friends and family) but for the most part I seemed to have found myself in a surrealist painting slash alternative nightmarish reality. The thought that I’d eventually ‘get back to normal’ kept me from teetering over the brink of complete panic. To me, ‘normal’ looked like handing my baby over to a well-qualified childcare provider, while I returned to a job that I felt at least reasonably competent performing. I didn’t feel confident, comfortable, or a natural mother, and I longed for some of the ease of my old life.

Unfortunately, this ceased to be an option when my post was made redundant. My son was five months old, I was starting to come out of my postnatal depression-fog, and felt like actually I might just be capable of caring for him after all. This former (don’t laugh!) control freak was forced to confront a new normal: without the option of returning to my job, it didn’t make financial sense to seek work as childcare costs were so high. I went from career-woman to full-time mum: not the ‘normal’ I’d envisaged getting back to, but a decision we came to together, that was (and is) best for the three of us.

When my twins were born, there wasn’t as much internal pressure to get back to normal – at least, not for my own sake. We knew that adding two babies to our family would have a huge impact on our son, and we wanted to keep his life as level as possible. We also felt reasonably confident that we’d find a new normal, together as a family of five. Because we’d kept one child alive for two years, we were more relaxed about the newborn stage, more open to going with the flow. We were also more comfortable with our approach to parenting than we’d been with our first son; we trusted our instincts better.

So, how long does it take to get back to normal? I suppose for me, there was no ‘back’ to normal – my life bears little resemblance to that of four years ago. It’s not always been an easy transition and sometimes I wish for parts of my old world back. It is what it is, though, and as part of the bargain I have three amazing small people to spend time with. My body has changed, my daily activities have changed, my priorities have changed. Sometimes it’s hard to accept, and on the days I feel like railing against this new normal, I look through photos of the early days with my eldest and remind myself how far we’ve come. We are finding our new normal every day, and we’re doing just fine.

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savouring the moment

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I was talking with a friend last week, whose eldest daughter starts primary school this month. I asked her the usual questions – how are you feeling about it? will you miss her? – and her reply really got me thinking. She told me that she’s not really one your looking back or forward. That she tries to appreciate every stage her children are at, and savour them – accepting both good and bad times.

Her words stayed with me as I picked Lucas up from preschool that afternoon, his first proper session. Normally I’d be rushing back home with the children; thinking about what I needed to get done that afternoon; mentally planning for the weekend. But this time I heard my friend’s words in my head and it gave me pause. I suddenly stopped thinking about the things I needed to do, and thought about how in a year it will be Lucas starting primary school. I thought about how much has happened in the last year and how short a time it is really, how much I’d like to savour our time together.

We walked past the bakery and he spotted some biscuits with faces iced on them. His own face lit up as he pointed them out – “FACES, Mummy, look at the funny faces!”. I replied in my usual way, “oh wow! Maybe we can get some one time,” and although I didn’t mean it as a dismissal, his posture dropped with his muttered “oh.” Normally I’d have kept going, trying to engage him in conversation about his afternoon, but this time I stopped the buggy and crouched down.

“Lucas, would you like to get some biscuits today?” I asked him. The excitement returned to his face as he shouted “YES PLEASE, MUMMY!” and I couldn’t help but laugh. I gave him a big hug, we turned around, and took pleasure in choosing the faces we wanted. We made a plan to get home and eat the biscuits while snuggling together on the sofa, while the babies played. We chatted all the way home and I felt for the first time in a while like I’d done right by him.

Here’s the thing: sometimes I worry so much about spoiling Lucas, about him turning into a demanding brat, that I forego the opportunity to have fun with him. In hindsight, it’s easy to see that one biscuit on one day (that he didn’t even actually ask for) is not going to spoil him, but it did give us a really nice shared experience. It was simple, easy, and cheap, but my normal pattern would have meant we’d missed out.

Since that day, I’ve been looking to create fun wherever I can. I catch myself before automatically saying “no”. I let Lucas do what he wants to, where possible. I trust him not to push it and I can feel him relaxing in my company. He’s calmer, handling transitions better (something that he’s always struggled with) and he’s finding it easier to shake it off if things don’t go his way. Consequently, our time together is naturally more enjoyable.

It’s not always easy, but I feel like we are on the right path. And when I struggle, I know my friend will be there to remind me to savour the moment – even if that ‘moment’ is cuddling my screaming preschooler!

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review: je porte mon bébé ring sling

12017441_10102171734196039_4724760113100672899_oIf we’ve met, you may have noticed that I’m a HUGE fan of Je Porte Mon Bébé (JPMBB) products. The range is small but excellent and yes, I love the French origins too!

One product on offer is the JPMBB ring sling or petite écharpe sans noeud (little wrap without a knot). It’s not like a woven ring sling, but it’s not like the JPMBB Original or Basic either. It’s what helped me to finally ‘get’ ring slings when I first tried one nearly two years ago.

It’s got stretch, so it’s mouldable to tiny babies. It’s strong, so it’s supportive for big kids. It’s comfortable for wearer and child. It’s easy to adjust without disturbing the baby’s position. At around £60, it won’t break the bank, and will give you longevity as your child grows. Less important, but it looks stylish and comes in lots of colour combos!
In short, I really rate it and would recommend it for people who haven’t got on with other ring slings – it might just change your mind!

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