Sunday, June 26, 2016

If Rosie the Riverter Saw These! or Women Equality Say It With Tools

Is this a thing?
  *Disclaimer: I am not a big fan of pink. It’s okay in small doses.

Just before leaving the store, I spied an unexpected color. Way in the back, in one corner of the tool department, a wall of color, in the shade of pepto bismol pink. I had to see what was on this pink wall, a color so foreign to the typical tool department’s colors of gray and black with occasional accents of red.
I skidded to a stop and took it all in, a Barbie Dream Tool Shop, for grown ass women! A wave of pleasure and nausea hit me at the same time. I couldn't tell if I liked it or not? Talk about your mixed messages. What was this wall of pink tools trying to convey? Is this a thing?
Is this a great marketing ploy?
I can only imagine what was said in the boardroom, "Females are drawn to anything pink guys. They will be tickled pink (Yeah, I went there) and will appreciate tools specifically made just for "her" to enhance her pink, pink female world. But hey le't not get carried away here fellas.Let's hide it in the very back so its hard to see, or better off in a corner. Don't want to scare off our major demographic, "real men." Three steps behind me woman.
But then, Is this girl empowerment?
I believe in girl empowerment. That the roles for girls and boys are not fixed. And here was an example, speaking to that premise, a pink wall of pink tools. Girls can fix, maintain, and create using tools of all kinds, hand or power driven. Rosie the Riveter would love her some of these. You Go Girl!
We are talking about tools for grown women here? Who are they exactly trying to sell? Do they expect little girls to stray by and "want the pink tools too, Mommy," And if they want to attract women, why is the display in such an out of the way obscure spot? And why is pink still used as the cliche universal flag of femininity? Why do we need to get into the metaphorical pink box? Pepto Bismol pink at that. No wonder I felt nauseated, the Pepto must have triggered some unhappy memories. Pretty In Pink.
But then, Does it really reflect equality for women?
The reality is that in this world, pink stuff means girls stuff. So what's a company going to do? How can it get across that buying tools is a women's game too and thereby, increase sales. By promoting, albeit the quietest promotion every, using the color pink. Could I really blame them for using the obvious? The store is seemingly promoting and supporting the idea of tool equality for women. That's a good thing, right? Equal Rights for Women! Say it with Tools!
But then, What wafflers!
What cowards, hiding the pink tools way back there. The company is testing the waters. How will the pink wall of tools go over? Will the pink invasion annoy the dudes? Will women feel patronized? Will the pink be a winner? We will never know because it is hiding in a corner. Go Sit in the Corner Until I Tell You to Move.
But then - It did acually work?
Just as I was about to walk out of the store, I saw a wall of pink. It was unusual and out of place in this space. I am female. I became curious. I had to know what the hell all that pink was about. I headed toward it like a bee to honey. Was it good or was it going to be bad? Would I feel patronized or feel empowered. Aha! The pink wall. A fanciful wall of pink tools. Pink tools. Heavy duty macho pink tools. Sorta Awesome. I think. Almost.
P.S. But then later, My sister helped me feel better. One look and she said, “I like it. No one will borrow my tools if they're pink. I’ll always find them right where I left them." I was so proud that she owned her own tools. I was even prouder that all she saw was the practical use of pink, as a repellent, a way of marking her territory. Guys, Pink Tools Will Give You Girl Cooties.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Pasteles - Passing on a Tradition

Wow, it has been a long time since I've posted.  But priorities called and well, many new distractions, major and minutia - well, you feel me.

I'm feeling a little insincere about writing a new blog post.  I don't want to give my blog any false hopes in thinking I'm back. You see today's post is really about using the blog as a bookmark, to keep some info for me until I need it again. I'm not sure how that's going to go over.

"Hey blog, how's it going?"

"Where have you been? I've been sitting here waiting for you and waiting for you. What, no checking in, no updates, no comments, nada. What the hell?  I knew you were distractable, but sheesh."

"I need to find somewhere to stash my family's pastele recipe."

"I see. This is a drop and run visit. So you're only here to get a favor, because you got no where else to go, huh? What's wrong with your precious little word document? It kick you out or something? Did you type something that it couldn't recover for you?"

"Well, I really need to post the recipe somewhere central, locateable and super convenient, where my family can get to it as well."

"Convenient! Who you callin' super convenient? Let me tell you something.  First, you make no effort to make contact, second, you expect me to take in all your stuff, and third, let strangers peruse me for their own purposes."

"Yup, and there's pictures too. Lots of them."


"Ooookay. I'm taking that as a yes.  Here is the pastele recipe."

"'I'm such a doormat."

Monday, December 17, 2012

Brainstorming Detroit - Detroit Music Museum Village

I have been waiting for inspiration for quite some time.  So my posts will be about my city, Detroit.

Queen Maker and I have been rediscovering our youth by visiting all our favorite places when we were dating.  Ours was a young love so transportation was an issue and so was money.  We quickly learned that the city offered  much and fun could be had with very little cash.

My love for Detroit is rekindled.

Today we went to the Detroit Historical Museum.  It's been over 30 years since I have been there. The museum was free.  It's Sunday so parking on the street is free.  Don't worry we made a donation.  The museum made me feel pride in my city.  So I was inspired to share an idea I have been kicking around in my head for a few years, just brainstorming here.


With such a rich history as innovators in multiple music genres, why doesn't Detroit capitalize on a very proud lineage with an attraction that I think would draw many fans from all over the world.  Detroit is known and remembered for so many things and here is yet another facet of greatness, its extraordinary musical history that has not been fully recognized or honored in any tangible, concrete way. Concrete meaning a building. It reminds me of a big family where the accomplishments of the eldest children are well documented with film and tons of pictures but by the time the youngest child comes along parents have little time or inclination to document the newbie’s every move, no matter how great. Detroit’s music history reminds me of that child.

Detroit still has an energized music scene.  Musicians here have learned to create a synergistic and cooperative community that survives by helping each other and by creating their own opportunities. By honoring the Detroit music scene and history, we may well help in the revitalization of the city. It may also remind us to direct our attention to the talent still here making music in Detroit.  With a new focus on showcasing Detroit’s music, it may rekindle a sense pride in the citizens of Detroit past and present, musicians and audience, because we were all active participants in this rich musical history.  


My idea is to create a historical music park, much like a Greenfield Village, probably on a smaller scale.  But now considering the scope of the history involved it might be quite a large park indeed.  I suggest moving the Motown’s Hitsville USA to this new park, Bakers Keyboard Lounge, and other great venues if they still exist or to re-create them.  The park would represent the different genres of music that Detroit was at the forefront or originators such as Techno, Punk, Jazz, Gospel, Rhythm and Blues from the “Black Bottom” era to Motown, Pop, Rock and Rap. 

I'm not sure where the location should be, maybe not directly downtown. The music park or village should be strategically placed to help revitalize yet another area of Detroit.  We’ll let the planners figure this one out. Also I know this would be a costly project, and I don't have the funds to make it happen, so I will leave it to someone with access to major bucks.  Okay, maybe we could just put up a very nice Detroit Music Museum. Not as costly.

But hey, I'm brainstorming.

Historically accurate buildings or “clubs” built representing each genre or era of music or combine some genres.  Museums where fans can view memorabilia, artifacts, stand in recording studios along with actual music clubs that would draw music lovers from all over the world into the city.  Remember CKLW, the radio station coming out of Windsor in the 60's and 70's?  I can still hear the jingle in my head. Annual festivals or events, music centers, historic re-creations, rock schools, even a speak easy (to represent the prohibition era), club nights where patrons could “hop from club to club” to experience a great night of music.  Let's throw a little Salsa in there as well. My Latin roots require me to mention it. We could also honor so many great musicians that still live in the city before it is too late. I'm not even going to try to name them all. If you are from Detroit you know the list is impressive.

By creating a historical park or music museum instead of an entertainment center, we show the rest of the world how "Detroiters" value and honor the Detroit music scene past and present. It will trigger tourism in yet another area that is Pure Michigan.  So many people around the world view our musical history with admiration and are already great fans.  

When I travel and mention my hometown of Detroit, reactions are swift and my hosts blurt out their first impression of what the word Detroit invokes. Most are very positive which helps remind me of Detroit’s positive historical significance.  I hear enthusiastic phrases like: “The Motor City!” “The Car Capital of the World!”  “Ford Country.”  “Detroit is a great sports town!” “Go Red Wings, or Tigers, or Lions, or Pistons!” “Motown! Hitsville, USA!”  These people live hundreds or thousands of miles from Detroit, but all spoke of Detroit as the great city that gave them cars, great sports, and fantastic music.

I was recently made aware of a new book called Detroit Rock City: The Uncensored History of Five Decades of Rock, by author Steve Miller, coming out in April 2013.  Check out the Detroit Rock City page.  This is what I am talking about.  This is the type of historic documentation that needs to be done on a grand scale and in a very public way.

We have Greenfield Village and Henry Ford Museum. We have the Automotive Hall of Fame.  We have the Detroit Historical Museum, the Detroit Institute of Art, and other great historic villages and wonderful museums dotted all over the Metro Detroit area.  Belle Isle is a gem.  The river front revitalized.  We have new sports stadiums.  The theaters and music halls around the area have been renovated to their past glory.  They all send powerful messages that Detroit is still a great city and honor Detroit's accomplishment in art, culture, technology, and sports in a big way.  The one area that seems to be lacking is the historical significance of Detroit’s music scene, its originality and innovations, its artists, and their contributions to the pop culture of the United States and its influence on the world.

Some tourists make the pilgrimage to the little house on Grand Blvd to stand in the same studio where so many Motown greats have stood before, but I think we could give them more.  I believe we have so much more to offer.

Here is an opportunity to rekindle the pride we feel in Detroit’s contributions to music in a concrete way, to help revitalize the present Detroit music scene, bring in a new wave of tourism, and revitalize another area of Detroit.  Music is the universal language.  It unites people from different backgrounds, cultures, and race.  Detroit’s music history has its own voice, its own dialect and it should be heard again, loud and clear.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Pressure is This

Yeah! Day 5 of the blogging challenge, 1/6th of the way to go before I finish the 30 challenge.  We Work for Cheese has graciously given us a list of topics for the full 30 days.  So grateful, since I've been tapped out for weeks and weeks and weeks.  Today is all about pressure.

Well it's 11:45pm and I have 15 minutes to get this blog done.  Hubby is in bed.  Stephen Corbert is on the telly.  And damn it, I want to eat something sweet.

I'm getting hot, because we haven't put the air conditioner in the window yet. Or maybe I'm getting hot because the menopause has gone from pause to full blown meno.

Or maybe its the glass of wine I just polished off. Yup, that must be it.

So the pressure is on to get this done in record time.  So off the top of my sweating head, I'll have to write something quick.  I feel the pressure to talk about pressure.

Pressure is putting the squeeze on. I used to do my best work in school when it was the eleventh hour.  The deadline was looming and I would have to pull an all nighter. My best work would come at 3am when I was sure an F was going to meet me in the morning.  A+ after A+ gave me the false impression that I worked best under pressure.

Continuous pressure is not a good thing.  Hell! Look at the time.  I've got 9 minutes left.

Anyhoo. I once took a health test on a medical website.  It asked me all sorts of questions to gauge how my daily actions affected on my overall health.  The conclusion?  It stated, "You are VERY HARD on your  body."  So the pressure is on. If I don't change soon, I'll be feeling the pressure under ground.

Oh no, I'm brain dead. Can't think of anything else and I only have four minutes left.  The only thing I can think of is totally inappropriate. The pressure I like is the pressure of my another human being leaning or lying near me. I sigh and feel the stress slip away.

Remember the squeeze is on and I'm going to go to bed and leave this pressure for a more pleasurable pressure, a quick squeeze.

Done.  Hands thrown in the air.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

My Viewpoint on Spiders

Day 5 of the 30 day blog challenge inspired by We Work for Cheese.  

Spiders are lucky.  They are very lucky.  My mother told me that.   Never kill a spider, they bring good luck.

A creature that deals in silk must have good taste.

A creature that makes such a beautiful geometric pattern in web design has to be a mathematical genius and artist.

A creature that can get rid of other pests can't be all bad.

A creature that eats its mate after sex is a heroine we can all get behind.

Monday, June 4, 2012

I'll Do the Driving Thank You

Day 4 of the 30 day challenge inspired by We Work for Cheese.  The topic - behind the wheel.  I have to admit this is one place I don't really like to be, behind the wheel. Oh, who am I kidding?  Move over, I'll drive.

Behind the Wheel

My wheel is a monster of a wheel.  It's huge and hard to handle.  I like to think of myself as Jack Sparrow at the helm of the Black Pearl in a storm.  If only I had that lovely little compass that would point directly at the thing I wanted the most.  That would be most helpful.

I'm steering a lot of things over here.  I don't really like to be behind the wheel, but at the same time I really don't like anyone else touching the steering wheel either.  I drive because I am a lousy passenger.  I steer our business. I steer the finances. People look to me for the answers.  Everyone happily gives me control of the wheel. They assure me how well I do it, but really they just want to avoid the responsibility and only enjoy the ride when its carefree.

But I like the control.  I get to control my destiny. No one to blame but myself.  And I don't plan on any blame landing on me.  So I'm a good driver.  I'm a safe driver.   Admittedly sometimes too safe.   I am the captain of my ship and I decide where to steer her.  If only I could make myself go wild sometime and let that wheel spin.  Let it fly and see what direction, what new course we will follow.  But that takes guts.  I would feel safer if I had a magic compass in my possession.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Finding Our Song

The 30-day challenge is under way.  Day 3 is "They played our song." And We Work for Cheese is the inspiration.  I missed yesterday - roadblocks. But I hope no more roadblocks will get in my way for the next 27 days.

Finding Our Song

I have known my husband for 39 years, since the age of 15.  You would think that during all that time that we would have found "our song."  But no, I am still searching.

When we were dating back in the 70's, there were a lot of songs that could have been ours.  I listened to a lot of Motown and old blues, while my future husband was into jazz.  While we were dating, he was educating me on the best jazz musicians on the planet.  Beyond the vast library of jazz, we loved all types of music. We loved Frank Zappa, Chicago, Power of Tower, Blood Sweat and Tears and Queen. When we graduated in 1977, we were well acquainted with every song on the top 100 list. The variety and scope was immense.  I loved dancing to the disco.  The punk movement was happening.  So much music to pick from, but never did we say, "That is our song."

I have this fantasy, that I will sing a song to my husband on our 40th anniversary.  Although not a wedding anniversary, we've been married 25 years, we still celebrate the day he asked me to be his queen.  To me it will be in the lyrics, the message that the song conveys, the one that will say exactly what it means to be his girl, his wife, his lover, his life and how he has fulfilled my life.  I will find that song.  I have found inspiration in so many.  But the one I sing to him will be the one.  It will become "our song."  So its has to be perfect.  Perfect to last the rest of our lives.

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