All things being equal

Just wanted to let everyone know that Tuesday, April 25, is Equal Pay Day. Equal Pay Day is observed each year in April, to show the date that women finally earn as much as men earned by Dec. 31 of the previous year.

That’s right – women in this country still make 77 cents for every dollar a man makes For Doing The Same Job. This, of course, is bullshit. Someone calculated that the missing 23 cents for every dollar translates, roughly, to about $700,000 in the average American full-time working woman’s career that’s never paid to her.

It’s true, we’ve come far in the professional world. My boss is a woman, my boss before her was a woman, and my boss’ boss is a woman. I’ve never felt held back because I’m female. Then again, I have no idea what the male editors on my management level bring home in their paychecks.

Anyway, it’s not like I’m gonna burn my bra or anything. I just want my 700 grand!

This man can preach

I’m not a religious zealot by any stretch of the imagination. Before last Sunday, I can’t tell you the last time I went to church. And I fall far short of my goal every single day to go where He leads me, and to listen to His voice above my own.

But we joined some friends at their church’s Easter service, where this video was played on a giant screen, and I was moved by it. I found it both inspirational and comforting. So I thought I’d share.

If you’re feeling powerless — or powerful — give it a listen.
(Hint: You can just click on “preview” and watch it on the small screen … you don’t have to download and purchase it.)

"Check it out, check it out…"

A few thoughts, basically just for Sheila and Kim, although if anyone else watches Idol, feel free to chime in:

1. I missed Chris, Paris AND Taylor. Damn Relay for Life meeting! Were they as good as usual?
2. Elliott’s growing on me. Sorry Kim.
3. Katherine: Gorgeous, talented And charming. I want to hate her but I can’t. Does that mean I’m growing up?
4. At least Kellie was intelligent enough to know she sucked.

Birthday Boy!

One year ago today, in the wee hours of the morning, I sat on my living room couch on the phone with my big sis Kielynn in Los Angeles, as we giddily and nervously waited for an update from New York. Our little sister was in labor and, if this delivery was to be anything like her first one, we knew it wouldn’t be long before we heard some news. Within an hour and a half, we had our answer: a healthy baby boy, Zayvius, was the newest member of our growing family.

At 1 year old, he already is developing a personality to match his infectious grin, with the outward calm of his daddy and the sweet, sweet smile of his mama. Happy birthday Zayvius! I love you and miss you Sooooo Much!

You Da Man, Rick…

My friend Rick sends me a lot of jokes about men vs. women. Most of these, I discard. (Sorry, Rick…) I don’t know where he gets this stuff. Someone is feeding him A Lot of forwarded information. Anyway, The Man Song gave me a chuckle because I know a few husbands who’ve been singing it for years. (I like to think Chris isn’t one of them.)

Also, in case you’ve pondered the “Why Are Men Happier?” question, Rick’s got the answers:

“Men are just happier people. What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves.

You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO T-shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth.

The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.

Same work, more pay.

Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress – $5,000; tux rental – $100. People never stare at your chest when you are talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet.

One mood, all the time.

Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all of your own jars. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.

You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.

Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe even decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.

You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes, one color, for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can “do” your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.

And, finally, chocolate is just another snack.”