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And now for Grandma Shaming……

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And now for Grandma Shaming……

I saw this meme the other day and it really pissed me off. On one side we have the astounding Ernestine Shepherd. Ernestine is a 74 (actually she is 79 now, gasp) year old power house who looks to be half her age. The other side features the anonymous frail looking grandma who resembles what a 74 year old looked like about 20 years ago. The headline on the meme is “Both of these women are 74 years old…..The choice is yours to make”. So in addition to fat shaming, slut shaming, mom shaming and everything else we now add grandma shaming. Are you fucking serious? Stop it.

Now I’m sure we would all like to resemble the powerhouse on the left. She looks amazing and I am sure that is due to a number of factors including a huge time commitment at the gym, running, lifting, whatever else she does to achieve that level of excellence. I mean how many hours a day does it take to achieve that? Great nutrition…I’m sure she doesn’t have a cheat day, ever. And genetics, there is some gold swimming in that woman’s gene pool for sure and god bless.

Now frail granny on the right, what’s her story? Is she depressed? Does she have some kind of disability or chronic disease? Did she eat bon bons and sit on the couch for 50 years or did things just come unglued for the past decade. Maybe her husband died 10 years ago and she got depressed and didn’t keep up with the running club. Maybe she worked 16 hours a day at some shitty job just to scrape by……the point is we don’t know.

I’m just tired of the little digs that come up on my Facebook feed, otherwise known as the judgement zone. Enough already people. Just do the best you can. More moderation, less judgement – please.  Just remember no one here gets out alive, regardless of how much you bench. Relax a little, it’s all temporary.

 

 

 

 

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Happy Anniversary To Me!

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Happy Anniversary To Me!

In March of 2015 I dove into the world of blogging. Mind you I write under another name so it isn’t as fearless as it sounds. Most of my posts (99.9%) are intensely personal and recount my early days as a child in a dysfunctional alcoholic family, as a teenager who went to rehab at age 15, as a mom, wife, friend, hospice volunteer and wannabe writer. My grammar is imperfect but my message is always sincere.

Thank you to each and everyone of you that has read a post, commented or liked something this past year. Most of my family and friends know that I write but they don’t know what name I write under…..which means pretty much anyone that has stopped by has done so through happenstance or a Facebook post also under the alias. I still have more tales to tell but they aren’t as urgent as my earlier posts….perhaps I will a acquire some more finesse as I meander along. Perhaps I will one day be fearless enough to post under my actual name…….either way………thanks for stopping by……mwah!