Writer, runner and mom fueled by good coffee and sarcasm. She also blogs at www.thattamiam.com.
Tamara Schroeder is a humour writer and runner hiding in the shell of a tired mom who loves bad primetime television and refuses to dress her age. Like many of the shows she enjoys, she is not suitable for children under 16 years of age (but don't tell her kids).
I don't know what Dylan Farrow's experience has been... I can only imagine how deeply painful it would be to hear other women call him a figure of empowerment after he's spent most of her life shaming and discrediting her, while some of the biggest stars in the world fawn all over him and journalists refuse to ask him tough questions because there's some sort of unspoken moratorium on the topic.
There may not have been the stress of wondering about first kisses at the end, but I found I had to carefully navigate other potentially sensitive obstacles, like joking about Calliou being sent up to Netflix from the seventh circle of hell. In other words, I learned first play dates didn't differ all that much from first dates.
I can always tell when the beginning of December rolls around and the predictable signs of the season begin to appear: the Advent candles set up at church, the parking lot of my local Target suddenly resembling a scene from The Day After Tomorrow. And naturally, a bombardment of photos of the Victoria's Secret Angels prepping for the annual fashion show on the celebrity sites I frequent.
Let me make this clear: It is not just one little sleeper. It is countless versions of these little declarations appearing on t-shirts, cups, purses and other random propaganda, coming together to form one big, persistent message. This message will help shape my daughters view of being a woman as she gets older and it tells girls exactly what society expects of them before they can even walk, or you know, hold up their own heads.
Funny people aren't supposed to take their own lives. But then again, neither are fathers or mothers or first responders or any of the other host of people we outwardly see as having too much to live for. The way things appear to others is never the whole picture. Those who struggle with depression are not so easily defined by only the characteristics everyone else sees.
How do we rally around and support a family who is undoubtedly walking through their darkest days, on a journey that will last a lifetime? I've never met Jennifer O'Brien. We don't navigate life side-by-side the way I do with the sister-friend I spent tonight with, and others in my circle.