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Day 341: racism

It being MLK day and all, I thought it might be an appropriate time to talk about racism.

Nobody wants to be a racist – at least, nobody that I know.  I certainly don’t.  But I suppose it depends on how you grow up and the environment you were raised in.

And despite the best intentions of my parents and growing up and learning in diverse places of education, I’m afraid that I am a bit of a racist.  While I don’t do things like shout slurs at people on the streets or become friends with people based on their skin, there’s something ingrained in my subconscious that causes me to notice skin tone and have it affect my judgment of that person’s character.

I think there are a lot of influences to this.  People of certain races I’ve known in the past and the portrayal of different races in the media are perhaps the two major factors.  I treat people differently based on their personalities; I wouldn’t tell the same story the same way to two different people if I know ahead of time that they’ll have opposite reactions.  Does this apply more so if the people are of different races?  It’s hard to tell for sure, but I may.

Additionally, if I meet someone for the first time, I am fairly certain that I do a bit of racial profiling somewhere in my brain.  It’s not something as negative as: well, this guy’s obviously a thug.  But I probably do have certain expectations, like an Asian person being logical, that I can attribute to nothing but their race.

What can I do to combat that?  To treat each person as nothing but an individual and bring no racial assumptions or expectations to the table?

Maybe it’s because my parents and I (and I expect, almost all families) never overtly talked about race when I was young.  Sure, there were vague affirmations, like “everyone is equal.”  But this book excerpt in Newsweek (from the Freakonomics-esque book NutureShock) got me thinking.  Let’s put aside the exact study and sample size for now and just focus on what questions come from this.

Babies are able to differentiate skin color before we can really even communicate to them effectively about what race is.  And children tend to group themselves into homogenous groups; as a child, I’m more likely to seek those peers that look like me.  So do we need to actively enforce the idea in children’s heads that different-looking people are just as deserving of friendship and respect?  Is it a comfort zone that we have to break out of to talk directly and specifically to our children about race (or even specific races of their classmates) or would they learn it on their own if not for our subtle racist cues that we may unknowingly present?

And if I have certain connotations (be they negative or positive) with certain races already, how do I prevent those from appearing in my behavior around my child?

Day 337: comics

I never had comic books as a kid, and even nowadays, I haven’t read all that many comics.

More than anything else, I’ve started to become a bit more interested in graphic novels, but I’d be fooling myself if I said that I was anything other than a bumbling amateur, trying to both understand the medium at the same time that I’m entertaining myself with the art and the story.

Beyond that, comics were never a part of my childhood, the format never entered into my circle of hobbies.

Is it too late?  I feel like comics are one of those things that, like playing the clarinet, if not taken up early enough in life, never really get an opportunity later to get a foothold.  Nowadays, I do so much other stuff in my free time: there are TV shows to watch, video games to play, a house and cats to upkeep, and – soon – a baby to care for.  Without the nostalgic joy of comics to look back on, could I really introduce comic-reading now into my life and not feel like it was more of a distraction?

I bring this up today because while surfing the web late at night, I found that Marvel has a digital comic subscription, which would allow someone to read most of their back catalog of comic books in digital format while connected to the Internet.  It’s an interesting model, and the lack of a physical comic book – while probably quite distressing for those who had grown up with subscriptions that arrived in the mail and local comic book stores – is not something that would bother me too much.  And I do really enjoy what I know of the Marvel characters/universe from movies and video games.

But, yeah.  Comics.  Something I could get into, even as an adult?

Day 315: santa

In less than an hour, Santa is going to take off from the North Pole and begin his yearly trek across the globe. I forget that he has to visit places around the world with our wonky time zones, meaning he’ll actually start when it’s barely even the 24th here in California.

And in our current age of technology and instant information, you can track where he’ll be and when with the help of NORAD and Google Maps/Earth. This year, you can even get Twitter updates!

Santa’s got a funny reputation. At some point, the publicists for the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny give up. At a certain age, kids don’t really believe that they exist, and there’s nobody out there really trying to convince them otherwise. But Santa? Even as an adult, there are movies pushing for a the jolly man. The postal service still keeps him on the route. He’s still got people keeping his name alive.

And for that? I have to give the man some props.

Day 279: katie’s long day

Tomorrow is the longest day of the year.

Every year, Theatreworks (the esteemed theatre company that Katie works for) runs an educational program that goes into local schools and helps young playwrights realize their ambitions and potential by staging a few select plays.

What this means for Katie is that she has to wake up way early (like, when high school classes start!) and truck a bunch of food and props down to the theatre.  The actors then rehearse all day before actually putting on the performance at around 7 PM or so.

Katie then stays late to help clean up after the performance is over and cart any of the necessary props/extras back (or takes them overnight if it’s too late to actually return them).

It always goes well and its a fantastic opportunity that I wish I had known about (or that my school had participated in something like this) when I was young, but it’s a very long day.  While I may whine a bit about having to go to work super-early and stay later than usual, Katie’s the one that’s actually doing all the hard work.

So, send her happy thoughts tomorrow.  I send her happy thoughts every day, but if a lot of people do it tomorrow, maybe it’ll make the day go a bit faster.

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