My Little Lupine

It’s tunnamedhe time of year when I play in the dirt and marvel at the new life growing under the huddles masses of Otter Pop wrappers, solicitor fliers and dead leaves that crawled under my shrubs to wait out the winter and never came out. I don’t know who in my neighborhood grows the Otter Pop tree but I would like to speak to him about keeping its droppings out of my yard.

I discovered a miracle under my Lamb’s Ear this week and its discovery brought much needed balm to my aching heart. A rejected project from last year’s spring, a forgotten lupine hid beneath the dead and faded leaves of the Lamb’s Ear. It couldn’t even be seen from the porch or walkway as the fuzzy covering had completely blanketed the container and dead plant.

I continued cleaning up the Lamb’s Ear. The leaves fuzz makes my arms itch and so once I begin the task I like to completely finish it — no reason to spread my misery over several days when my rash can explode all at once and then be over with. I love the ground covering for its gentle greenness and soft leaves. It makes for a pretty allergen.

I trimmed and cleaned around my dead discovery silently, listening to my wind chimes. It was a peaceful moment and I thought about how I failed my lupine. I’ve never done this before — forgotten to plant a new addition to my spot — and the guilt overwhelmed me. I could feel my tears stinging and my foolishness burning my cheeks. I scolded myself, “It’s only a plant, for crying out loud,” but it didn’t stop the emotion. I failed something that relied on me. Yet again.

I’ve been feeling that way a lot lately. Along with “I can’t. I don’t. I didn’t. I messed up. I should have. I would have.” I know every rock used in the lottery because I throw them all at myself.

I picked up my little lupine and held it close while I deadheaded all its sadness. I whispered my sorrys and tsked at how light it was in its container. All the misery in world can be felt in the hollowness of one dead plant. I set it to the side and hopelessly hopefully watered it anyway. The Lamb’s Ear protected the little lupine for a year by giving it shelter, holding it close to its roots and hiding it from the world. I wanted it to experience a little sun.

For those who don’t believe in miracles I can testify it happened. My little lupine came back to life.  Where once there was death and spindles now there are green leaves and the buds of purple lupines.  What is more (and a bit of a pickle) I can not move its container as my little lupine’s roots have grown through it and into the ground.

Its roots have grown through its container and into the ground.

A miracle.

Hope has filled my heart even if it still aches. I helped my little lupine find the sun once more but it grew its own roots. It found its own strength to fight what held it and grounded itself.

Even now it is reaching up into the sun. My little lupine reaches into the sun, its roots stretches into the ground, and it blooms.

A miracle.

C. Streetlights

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If You Whisper, They Will Answer

As a mother who insists on staying involved in her children’s lives, I make an effort to read articles that come along warning me about the latest dangers or improvements in the world that will directly affect my son or daughter.  My son, who is fourteen, is growing up in largely different world than the one I experienced for a variety of reasons, primarily because of the social media influence. I don’t shelter him from social media nor do I forbid him from using it, rather I learn all that I can about it so that I can help him navigate it in ways so that he can be better informed in making his own decisions.

So when I come across various parenting articles about the newest apps or networks that parents need to be wary of or, more to the extreme, prevent their children from using, I read them to see if something has slipped under my radar. One such article recently highlighted the usual apps that cause parents concern, with good reason, and highlighted some good pieces of information that all adults should be aware when utilizing social media in a day to day basis: be aware that once something is posted on the internet it becomes public, regularly review privacy settings, do not give out private information, etc.  All the apps listed were those I have already made an effort to become familiar with and most I regularly use except for one: Whisper.

I had heard of Whisper but was not too familiar with it other than it reminded me of the community art project, Post Secret (people mail in a secret written on the backs of postcards). I decided that I would download Whisper and become its newest best friend so that I can better understand what the hell it was.  My son called it my “undercover” project and we talked about it each night at dinner.

First, I’ll explain the basics in Whispering and why, right away, it concerns me as a parent:

  • Once the app is downloaded, I was able to create a username and I was ready to go. The whole premise is that this app is 100% anonymous so that the user feels uninhibited to “whisper” his or her secret (overlaid on top of an image) and then shared online. According to its website, “With Whisper, you can anonymously share your thoughts and emotions with the world, and form lasting and meaningful relationships in a community built around trust and honesty.”
  • The username can be changed often and it cannot be searched for.  No personal information is collected in order to create a profile as you would find with Twitter, Facebook, or even Instagram, and so because of this the only search option available to you in Whisper is for topics.
  • “Whispers” can be “hearted” (similar to “favorited” in Twitter or “liked” in Facebook) and other users can privately message you directly through your “Whisper”. Because users can change their usernames often, it is possible for them to create a different persona for each and carry on different types of conversations under each username. While the app has made it possible to block a user, this blocking is useless if a user has made an effort to heart or reply to different whispers from the same person under five unique usernames, for example.

Second, there are a couple features of Whisper that bother me as a parent who continuously reminds her son to never turn on the location services for his iPad:


Whisper will encourage you to join your school so that you can read the whispers of your classmates. Of course, since this is all anonymous, you are only able to read your classmates’ whispers by geographic location.  You are not able to access the specific geography proximity your classmates’ whispers unless you reveal your own location. Sneaky work, Whisper.


Of course, Whisper knows people want to remain anonymous but people are also naturally curious, right? People want to know what their neighbors might be whispering, or at least guess what their neighbors might be revealing. Once again, though, this feature isn’t available to users unless they make their location available to Whisper. Once you whisper something with your location turned on, your city will be posted underneath your username.

Once I downloaded the app on my phone I planned out my strategy. Since there is no way to track user profile information the only real way I could collect any sort of data was to post whispers at specific times of day and attempt to determine demographic information such as gender and age. I estimated that depending on the types of my whispers, mid-morning responses would range anywhere from individuals who were stay-at-home mothers or father to college students to people in the workplace whereas late night whispers would generate responses primarily from The Disenchanted — teenagers, lonely married people or 20somethings. While there is no way to know for sure, after a month of “undercover” research and data-collecting, I wasn’t too off the mark. Here are some of my whispers and the data I collected:

I first posted what I called my “throwaway” whisper, a whisper to first help me see how it worked and what the app was for.  It is apparent that nobody cares about my secret love for Tinkerbell.


Posted at 1:30 in the afternoon.

I waited another hour before posting my second whisper designed to see if I could draw attention from a specific demographic: parents.

IMG_7519I was shocked by the response I received. As can be seen, I received 303 “hearts” for this ridiculous statement I created about allowing our dog snatch my son’s underwear from the bathroom floor and 19 people replied to it. As I expected, the majority of the responses (89%) were from parents who thought this was hilarious and congratulated me in teaching my son natural consequences.  As always, there were a few dissenting and mean-spirited voices (7%) who questioned my parenting.  These individuals claimed I had no business having children, I was a “piece of shit mother” for not teaching my son how to pick up after himself, and one advised me to kill myself so he would have a better chance on his own. All of these people admitted to not having children of their own. Included in these 7% was another category of people who were more concerned about my dog than my child or his dirty underwear. This last 3% were convinced that I was cruel to all animals and I should have my dog taken away from me.

But what does this mean for my 14-year-old’s safety? I designed a whisper that was blatantly sexual in order to determine what type of responses it would receive. I wanted to see if Whisper was really an environment of honest communication that its designers insist that it is. I posted this whisper at 3:00 on a Saturday morning (profanity edited out):


It clearly did not generate the transparent interest like my dog snatching underwear post. However, within 48 seconds of it posting, I received 24 dick pics through my personal messaging. Whomever told men this was a good idea was a terrible liar. After not responding to these (Because what can be said to an erect penis?) I was berated by 16 of the users who sent them to me — unsolicited, I will emphasize — for not admiring or wanting their mythical penises. Numbered with the dick pics, I received 18 solicitations for nude pictures and/or sexting. I needed more data than one whisper, however, so I designed four more similar in tone and posted them at different times on different days of the week.  Each whisper generated similar results, the only posting time that generated less immediate interest was a whisper I posted around 5:30 on a Wednesday evening.

But what happens when a whisper is not so desperately obvious? What if it was a whisper that showed confidence with a little bit of naive sexuality? I needed a comparison. I created five more whispers that were all designed specifically to demonstrate a little bit of vulnerability while at the same time be a tiny bit confident in some way. I posted them at the same times and on the same days.  This is the part of Whisper that bothers me the most.

I first posted this at 3:00 on Saturday morning, not expecting much of a response:


I was hearted twice and nobody replied, again not much of a surprise there. Thankfully I didn’t receive any dick pics. However, my personal messaging box was flooded within the first three minutes of this whisper posting with young (or old, who knows) men willing to commiserate with me on the systemic sexism within the sciences. After receiving over 62 messages from men who were far too willing to listen to me complain about the injustices of “the system”, I began to chart how many messages would have to be exchanged before they asked for pictures of the “big boobs” referenced in the whisper. Of the 62 initiating messages, 30 (48%) of them continued conversing beyond the initial “that’s too bad/that sucks/what an asshole” type message sent to me. Of those 30 men, 18 pursued conversation at a shallow and patronizing level, taking the approach that I was too beautiful and intelligent to have to put up with such bullshit, I must have to put up with researchers hitting on me all the time, how am I able to focus on difficult work when everyone in the lab must want me all the time, etc. I began to see a pattern amongst these 18 men. They would talk long enough with me to find the weakness — in this case, it was my irritation about my fictional lab partner treating me like a dumb girl — and then exploit it to their advantage. These 18 men were pretty smooth in their efforts, all utilizing techniques that were first complimentary and then attempted to break this fictional character I created down in ways I hadn’t thought of, such as “It’s okay to be sexy and smart” or “If you’re using your body to get ahead in science, who cares? Women have been held back for too long anyway, you should use any advantage you have!” and even “Having brains and boobs is a like a gift to the scientific community. It’ll inspire men and women.”

The responses and patterns were similar with all the whispers I posted during this time frame which raised my concern throughout the week. When I talked with my son about it he summed it up perfectly as “creepy”.

Here’s my takeaway on Whisper and if it is an age-appropriate app for not only my son but other parents’ children:

I can’t make the judgment call for other kids, but I know I am far too uncomfortable with it for my son to use it and he is actually fine with that decision. He thinks it is pretty lame. (His words.) I think the inability to effectively block users is dangerous and I am troubled that there is no way to search for user profiles. I also feel that it is essentially a pedophile and predator’s playground. I am an adult and am emotionally savvy enough to know when someone is trying to exploit my emotional weaknesses.  Teenagers are not. I don’t care how hard and long they argue that they know better or won’t do certain things, adults who prey on our kids will always know more than they do.

I remember having a conversation on Facebook with someone about cell phones and when it is the right time for kids to have cell phones. She, like so many others, tossed off the answer “Well, I trust my kids so I don’t really care what they’re doing on their phones because I  know I can trust them.” I think that it is fantastic that her kids are trustworthy and she has developed such a great relationship with them. I hope we can all say the same things about our kids. Apps such as Whisper are not an issue of trust. It is an issue of basic child development. While our kids do live in a time when they are more technologically aware and developed than we were, they are still emotionally and mentally developing at the same rate as we were. And I can assure parents that when our kids are at their most vulnerable and whisper late at night that they feel alone and nobody understands them, the last person we want messaging them is some adult who will exploit that to his or her advantage.

I won’t tell anyone what to do with their kids. But my children won’t be whispering to strangers on the internet when they can talk freely to me.



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Mansplain all the things

While perusing Facebook not too long ago I noticed a friend’s posting regarding a late night host’s video in which he had doctors telling people how they really felt about parents who chose not to vaccinate. Regardless of my personal stance on vaccinations (do it), I thought the video was funny as did everyone else who had commented on my friend’s Facebook.  However, I did notice a man who obviously wanted to engage in “something” because he commented somewhat incoherently about personal rights and freedoms and then went on to present two or three trivia-type questions on the history of vaccinations.


rothman_mansplain_postI was confused. I replied saying I wasn’t sure how vaccination history trivia was related to the conversation. And all of a sudden I was time-machined into the empty headed child I never was because I had challenged the relevancy of this man’s comment. Pulling out his best patronizing tone, the man proceeded to tell me all about the history of smallpox vaccinations and how George Washington saved our country by making our revolutionary troops be vaccinated and therefore, Why couldn’t I understand all the things? The Founding Fathers’ sacred history will save our country yet again!

Oh, really. Of course.

The smugness and condescending tone of this man reeked with his self-importance. The history lesson he gave me was not only unnecessary but also, still, unrelated to the topic at hand. A topic he had, in fact, forced upon us involved — the connection between the history of vaccinations and the current vaccination outbreak.  As in, there is none.

The real problem for this man, though, was not his own irrelevancy but that I challenged him.  I called him out for playing a history card that has no bearing on the current topic. And I called him out for being condescending and mansplaining something to me that I already knew. Here’s an interesting thing about how men and women generally communicate, and it has nothing to do with being from different planets or one gender being more superior than another. It has to do with how men and women are taught to communicate from the time they are children. Women are told constantly in many different ways that they talk too much when in reality societal expectations want women to just plain talk less. It has nothing to do with how many words are being used but about how they are used. And many men don’t want women using them, period.

Women are told to communicate more like men.  According to Soraya Chemaly from Salon, “[w]hen women do engage in characteristically ‘male’ ways men are frequently condescending and patronizing”. Fundamentally, one of the issues in the situation between me and the man who loves George Washington comes down to what Jen Dziura, a former debater and now a writer, identifies: “Women’s emotions are ‘emotions,’ men’s emotions are ‘How People Talk.'”

This man who first tried to hijack the entire conversation into parts unknown for intentions designed to highlight his superior knowledge in history was offended and immediately accused me of calling him names. Clearly, my ability to point out that his attempt at connect two unrelated topics was an insult to him and by pointing out the tone he used with me was condescending was, to him, the same as calling him a name.  I think that would be his reasoning. He was also stunned I said did not need his mansplaining, and after correcting my spelling of mansplaining (he misspelled it), let me know that he had never used the term ever in his life until that moment.

He then went on to explain, again, why vaccination trivia was not trivia at all but really, really important to know. Just listen to him.  He will explain all the things.

Women are also guilty of mansplaining, of course, and “mansplaining” is really just another word for being an obtuse ass. So what exactly was the problem here?

The problem is that women should have no problem in communication, be it online or in person. For some reason, there are definite yet unspoken “rules” of what women can and cannot do when communicating because they will be held to some sort of bizarre standard.  And if women choose to not fit this standard than they will almost always be automatically punished for it some way.  If there is any doubt about this, consider the following:

  • If women trash talk or try to talk sports online, then they will be called whores, sluts, cunts and/or threatened with violence.
  • If women engage in debate, assert their opinions, confront those who insult them, then they will be called bitches, dykes, butch, PMSing and/or threatened with violence.
  • If women become emotional about a topic they are passionately involved with, then they will be called weak, manipulative, cry-babies, PMSing and/or threatened with violence.

The list can go on and of course the list of what women are called can be endless, but what is one thing most all women will have in common? They will be threatened with some sort of violence.

I wasn’t threatened with violence nor was I called any name. This time. However, for those who think that these types of conversations where a man will get bit “touchy” or “pissy” just because a woman challenges him are normal, I would ask you to consider this: Why have we collectively allowed this to feel normal? Because I feel that if someone, man or woman, is being condescending to me, I will point it out to that person and that person should be able to recognize the difference between “Your tone is condescending” and “Hey, you’re being a jerk”. There’s a reason why some words are adverbs and some are nouns, and I feel that it is to help clear up confusion in times like these.

I really think George Washington would want us to  know these things.


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