'Tis the Season to be Hedonistic

We all know that the holidays can easily go awry, and turn into a materialistic orgy.  But I also tend to kind of forget about that, since I'm surrounded by women (and people) who try to keep their focus on Christ and their families.  I know that materialism is always crouching at the door, and that present-opening with the kids on Christmas morning can easily become what I've termed the "greed-fest."  But we don't go overboard with gifts, don't go into debt, and often my kids get only thrift-store presents--which is just fine with them.

So, it was still a shock to me when I saw McDonald's ad campaign this season:

Celebrate Season's Cravings

I guess, in a way, it's not all that bad.  But the more I thought about it, the more it irritated me.  Celebrate your cravings?  Man, they may as well just say, "Celebrate Hedonism."  I know, it's McDonald's.  What should I expect?  They have to keep the American population obese somehow.  But geesh....couldn't they come up with something better than merely satiating your urges at Christmas?

What do you think?  Am I being way too uptight?  Or do you find it annoying too?

Does awareness = improvement?

With bullying on everyone's mind, because of Jonah, I'll repost here a comment I made over on Single Dad Laughing, that tells more about my own bullying experience, which I first wrote about here.

But first let me say, I'm not too impressed with the way schools handled bullying when I was a kid, nor how they are handling it these days.  Nowadays, they have big anti-bullying campaigns, and anti-bullying slogans plastered all over the walls.  When I go to lunch with my kids, I see huge posters in the cafeteria saying, "Be a buddy, not a bully!" or "Stop bullying NOW!"  But when I read them I don't feel uplifted; I feel sickened!  What are we teaching our kids?  That would be like hanging a sign in our dining room that says, "Stop rape now!" Appetizing.

Yeah.  That's what I want to see while I'm eating my lunch.

I was bullied in elementary school--very badly--by other girls, in 4th and 5th grade. They beat me up several times, and were very cruel. I've blogged about it a little bit, but it was much worse than I've written about. Like many kids, I basically never told anyone. Finally, at one point, when I'd been hurt pretty badly, I came home and told my Mother. Thank God, she raised hell, and I was protected physically after that, but nothing could stop the mental abuse.

Fortunately, I was able to attend a new school in 6th grade. At that school, I wasn't a bullying target. But another boy in our class was. He was "slow" and came part way through the year from a rural school district. The teacher asked him where he was living, on his first day in our class.  I winced when he proudly answered with a thick West Virginia drawl and an open smile, "VA Mobile Home Park!"  I remember thinking, "Oh, God! He's in for it!"  (Northern Virginia has WAY too much money.)

One day, I saw two bullies back him into the corner of the classroom, after most children had already boarded the bus. The bullies demanded that he recite the times tables, but he couldn't. They taunted him, and jeered at him. I was filled with indescribable rage, and I quietly lifted the heaviest hard-cover Social Studies textbook I could find, and slammed the lead bully over the head with it. He fell to the floor, curled in the fetal position.

The teacher suddenly looked up from her desk and demanded to know what happened. Filled with both terror and fury, I burst into tears and said, "They were bullying him, and I couldn't stand it any more!" I'll never forget the look on the teacher's face as she paused, and then nonchalantly said, "Okay, Ruth. Thank you for letting me know what happened." And went right back to her work.

The next day she pulled me out of her class to tell me that in 20+ years of teaching, she'd never seen another child stand up for a bullied kid that way. She said she knew he was being bullied, but had not been able to address it enough to stop it. She asked to share the story with the rest of the class, and use it as an example of heroism. That teacher probably could have been fired even back then, and certainly would have today. But I never saw that boy bullied the same way again, and later in the school year the kid I'd hit over the head with the textbook nominated me for class president.

Our "soft" approach to bullying doesn't seem to have helped either the bullied or the bullies.  So what do we need?  More self-esteem classes?  More emphasis on tolerance?  Are lack of self-esteem and tolerance the real problems?  Or is this all part of Amusing Ourselves to Death, as Postman predicted?  Whatever it is, we seem to have entered an era with more awareness of bullying than ever, but with less success at actually controlling it.

And that's nothing to laugh about.