Archive for June, 2010

Breastfeeding is not Creepy. Think Like a Woman!

Monday, June 28th, 2010

Our highly sexualized culture has gone too far when women (read: nature’s nurturers) are claiming that breastfeeding is gross. When women begin talking like men in terms of sexuality and defile their own bodies then you know that this third-wave of feminism hasn’t done much to truly liberate femininity. Instead we have colluded with the boys club to masquerade as an equal. This is not equality. Sexualizing our breasts is fine. Breasts are beautiful. But enslaving breasts to all things sexual and sentencing them to a life without maternal power is sad, servitude to all things male.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Here are the facts that have me ranting over my morning coffee today.

Recently Kathryn Blundell, the editor of a leading British parenting magazine, Mother and Baby, wrote an editorial entitled  I formula-fed. SO WHAT? . In it, she said breastfeeding is creepy and called breasts “fun bags” and continued with “seeing your teeny, tiny, innocent baby latching on where only a lover has been before feels, well, a little creepy.”

And, on this side of the pond, that wise, sage Kim Kardashian — whose own boobs are limited to working the night shift –  tweeted this to her fans: “ew, some woman has her boobies out, she should cover up, yuck, blech, ugh”

I understand that eyebrows get raised by this public display of this natural beauty, for I once staged a research study for my psychology dissertation on breastfeeding and romantic attachment. While interviewing nursing mothers I learned that one of the most common reasons that women quit breastfeeding is embarrassment about nursing in public. All over Europe, paintings and statues of the Madonna (the real one, not the one who Vogues) depict her nursing, yet our American culture still can’t get past the idea that breasts are more than sexual objects.

The sexualization of the breast had very early beginnings. Back in our evolutionary past, when humans got up off all fours and became bipedal, women evolved to grow larger breasts for sexual attraction. Now that we were upright, our lovely derrieres couldn’t be seen from our front side, so breasts got bigger as a kind of, ahem, yes, frontal tushy. Men liked the view on both sides now, and all our lovely orbs signaled our fitness to reproduce.

But for hundreds of thousands of years, breasts still had a day job, and the sight of a nursing woman was commonplace in all cultures around the world. For millions of years, up until 1932, every human being was breastfed by their mother, auntie, or wet nurse. It was how humans survived before infant formula. During World War II, when women were needed in factories to build weapons, mostly male pediatricians convinced women that this new product made from whey (a cheese by-product) was better than human milk. It also allowed women to leave their babies for longer periods. Anyone who has nursed a newborn knows that feeding schedules are based on a child’s needs, not a clock. And, sometimes their need is to just suckle and be comforted, so working full-time is possible, though tough.

Even though breastfeeding is on the rise today, it is in an uncomfortable race with racy messages. Sexy women are hot. MILF’s are hot. Women who nurse are creepy. Fortunately, our increasingly sexual media is co-mingled with a powerful chant of a growing body of women who still think like women. Women who know that breastfeeding contributes to healthy attachments and good health all around. Women like, Bettina Forbes, who co-founded “Best for Babes” a group that normalizes breastfeeding and shows that nursing moms can be powerful, sexy, glamorous, and nurturing all at the same time. Thousands of women follow her on facebook and are the what I like to call, the real feminists.

When women hate the natural function of own bodies, they need to stop and think. Whose sentiments are being recycled? I’ll tell you who. Those of a dying, patriarchal culture whose boys club would prefer that you enslave the boobs to them.

And here’s some news to throw back in the face of anyone who thinks that breasts are only “fun bags.” According to one of my all-time favorite studies, guess which kind of woman is most likely to choose to breastfeed? The woman who is most comfortable with sex, erotica, and her body. Prudes don’t breastfeed. Hear that Kathryn and Kim? Sexy women can feed their babies.

Al Gore a Sexual Predator? I don’t think so.

Saturday, June 26th, 2010

Just weeks after former vice president Al Gore grabbed headlines when he and wife Tipper announced their divorce after 40 years of marriage, newspapers are latching on to a four-year-old story that Gore was accused of sexually harassing a massage therapist in Oregon.

The only recent update is that authorities have dismissed her claim of “unwanted sexual contact” and her attorney said the case would be handled “civilly.” Read: For money not jail time. The sources are mostly tabloid. The National Enquirer broke the story four years ago and this week the New York Daily News tells it this way: In 2006, while staying at an upscale hotel on Portland, Oregon, Mr. Gore scheduled a massage under the name “Mr. Stone.” Then while the massage therapist was doing the abdominal portion of the massage, he made some moaning sounds and asked her to go lower, even attempting to guide her hand down below.

There are few things to consider when thinking about this story. Included in my thought process are this: the physiological possibilities of a man in deep relaxation, the wide-range of services and specialties available in the massage industry, and the biggest issue of all, personal boundaries verses perception of personal injury. So, for the purposes of this hypothetical examination, let’s assume this woman’s allegations are true. We don’t even know it that is so. And, let’s start with what happens to a man in deep relaxation. Anyone with a husband knows that spontaneous erections happen all the time during sleep. Hard-ons happen. Especially during a massage. Which is one of the reasons that female massage therapists dominate the industry. Heterosexual male clients feel too uncomfortable having a spontaneous erection at the hands of a man. So, let’s assume a hard-on happened during the massage. And any woman with a boyfriend knows that when some men get a hard-on, it appears that all the blood from their brain drains out to puff up their appendage. Thus many men have the capacity to make poor decisions when they are aroused. Now, let’s assume, solely for the purposes of scientific examination, that this was in fact the inconvenient truth for our dear former VP.

But besides biology, let’s place a little blame on the massage industry. In America, the quality and nature of massage services can run the gamut from licensed physical therapists who work with doctors, spa therapists who focus on sports massage and relaxation, to massage studios that offer a “full body release” (yes, that’s code for a complimentary hand-job,) to illegal massage parlors that offer sex for sale. Who knows which kinds of massage services big Al has had in the past. Might he mistakenly assumed that he was getting a full body service in Portland? Opps. Wrong kind of massage therapist, Mr. Gore.

Finally, there is the issue of boundaries. Everyone has a comfort level with levels of sexuality, both in what acts they can tolerate and how comfortable they are in making sexual requests. Maybe Al Gore, if the story is even true, has a good ability to communicate his sexual needs. Kudos to Al. On the flip side, maybe the massage therapist is particularly sensitive to sexual injury. One massage therapist might have brushed off his advance with a tsk! tsk! and a little admonishing to the cheeky boy while another might perceive the same interchange as a sexual assault. Injury is in the eye of the recipient. Let’s hope the whole thing was a big misunderstanding. Miss Prissy massage therapist can hopefully get some cash to mend her wound and Big Al can learn to stay awake during a massage. Boys will be boys.

P.S. Only because blog readers will claim that I forgot to mention this. Al Gore was married at the time. Is it okay for a married man to have a sterile, hand job in a professional setting? That’s fodder for another blog.

Prince Albert’s Engagement No Fairy-Tale

Thursday, June 24th, 2010

Is a long-time bachelor taking a traditional route to the alter with a fairy-tale royal wedding in the works? Well, not quite. Prince Albert II of Monaco is the only son of the late Prince Rainier III and Hollywood icon Grace Kelly, but he’s just like the rest of us who are finding our way in the “No Rules Relationship Revolution.”

As the aging playboy (52) announced his engagement to a willowy blonde from South Africa, Olympic swimmer, Charlene Wittstock (32) there are at least two other women rolling their eyes. They are the mothers of his two children, one in California and one in France. Both women had to fight a court battle armed with DNA results to get Al to pony up as a legal father. Those children are now 18 and 5.

For thirty years, Albert has been a playboy dating celebrities, including Angie Everhart, Brooke Shields, and supermodel Claudia Schiffer, and even some reported strippers. So why would he suddenly step up to alter? True love? A need for companionship with a soul-mate? No, he’s marrying for the historic reasons that marriage was invented, economics and politics. There’s a 2.4 billion dollar fortune at stake and a small country to be a ceremonial head of.

The real reason Prince Albert is marrying now is because the Monoco constitution says a royal heir must come out of wedlock. Prince Albert II of Monaco has fathered two children but neither of them can become an heir. And, Prince Albert II of Monaco’s longtime hesitation to tie a marriage knot has forced the Monaco’s constitution change and under these changes the 700 year old dynasty would continue through female line if he leaves the world without producing an heir for the Monacans. Yes, he’s marrying to keep the throne away from his sisters.

How romantic. I stand by my many earlier blogs. We would do well in America if we looked at marriage through a lens of cultural trappings rather than placing so much emphasis on romantic love. There’s practical business to the institution of marriage. Ask Prince Playboy.

Van der Sloot’s Mother: A Study in Grief and Avoidance

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010

Watching Joran Van der Sloot’s mother on Good Morning America today I was struck by both her openness and her avoidance. She apologized to the family of Stephanie Flores and expressed sadness about that family’s loss, yet she also demonstrated a kind of flat emotion common to people suffering from post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD.) No doubt the woman has been subjected to some serious traumatic stress – her husband died suddenly in February and four months later, her eldest son is arrested and confesses to murder in Peru. Not a good year for any mother.

One of the most common reactions to acute emotional pain is a kind of shutting down of emotional processes. It’s nature’s way of protecting the brain from deep psychic pain that could lead to dangerous behavior. And this phenomenon is evident here.When Joran’s mother was asked about how she felt when she first heard the news that a dead woman was found in her son’s hotel room, her response was classic:

“I was complete shut. Numb. No feelings. Numb.”

Most illustrative of her need to avoid more pain right now was her admission that she will not visit her son in prison:

“I’m not going to visit Joran in Peru. I don’t have any feeling that it can add up to anything. I want to keep distance. I think it will bring emotions up that I’m not ready for. I’m not a police officer. I’m a mom.”

Then she goes on to imply that her son is suffering from a mental illness and suggests it is bi-polar disorder. While critiques may imply that she is helping to set up a legal defense based on insanity, I see a mother who is at wits end. It makes me think about other mothers who have been unable to get mental health services for their children, either because of cost or because the children are over eighteen and can decline help.

Here is America, we place so much emphasis on individual rights and freedoms that we do not forcibly hospitalize or medicate anyone unless they are an immediate threat to themselves or someone else. The problem with this liberal and well intended law is that many mentally ill people do not have the capacity to make these decisions for themselves. The mothers of mentally ill young adults often watch in horror as the child whom they have loved and nurtured for eighteen years becomes lost on the streets as homeless person because they refuse medication. Joran Van der Sloot had the financial where-with-all to get lost on the streets of the world and let his mental illness run the show. My heart grieves for this mother. She’s dealing with two losses in four months, and the public shame that comes from those who make motherhood a pathology.

A “Viagra” for Women Marketed as if Womanhood is a Disorder

Thursday, June 17th, 2010

In a race to be the first to market with a female version of Viagra-style medication, a German pharmaceutical company, Boehringer Ingelheim, is pressuring the FDA to approve it’s new daily pill that promises to increase libido in women. The FDA is stalling, saying that the side affects of nausea and dizziness are worse than the problems it is trying to treat. And, that a women’s libido is complicated and no one knows how much emotions and psychology play into it. But, none-the-less, the company is trying to turn low sex drive in women into a widespread pathology.

Historically the medical community has loved to medicate womanhood. Depending on which study you read, one in six American women are currently on an SSRI (anti-depressant.) I guess that’s an advancement from traumatic surgical hysterectomies that women were once forced to endure to cure “hysteria.” And how about postpartum depression? It’s the darling diagnosis of our generation. Funny, affluent women with less pressure to work and mothers with extensive family support have lower rates of PPD. Now the drug companies are telling mothers, us exhausted caregivers/providers, that we have a sexual dysfunction???

According to the New York Times, there are questions about how pervasive low-sex-drive is in women. It is a bonafied diagnosis in the DSM-IV called hypoactive sexual desire disorder. And many of the studies mentioned in medical literature suggest that one in ten women suffer from the disorder. But the problem is this: Those studies have been financed by drug companies.

While the FDA weighs in, the German company is going ahead with a marketing campaign that includes a web site, a Twitter feed, a Discovery Channel documentary, and a publicity tour with Actress Lisa Rinna, a former Playboy model.

Here’s my two cents. To anyone who’s listening at the FDA or at home: We mothers do not need a pill to have a more active libido. Fly us to a resort. Give us room service. And stand back boys. Watch how fast our libidos come back!!!

Trapped by Class

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010

I think about social class a lot. Mostly because so many Americans believe we have no rigid class system, or that class is only defined by money.

But social class is a much more encompassing descriptor. It can relate to education, profession, dialect, zip code, income, ethnic heritage, fashion, decorating, and even food choices. Remember when Obama was criticized for preferring arugula over iceberg and Dijon over ubiquitous American mustard?

When we are not conscious about our social class, we may also be unaware of which advertisements we display that might limit us in our social world. Yes, ornamentation and adornment are social indicators of peer group allegiance and people use those visual cues along with verbal hints to peg us before getting close. What’s that accent? Does he swear? Use slang? Is she sporting a designer label?

I think about class a lot because I am acutely aware that I am in some ways class-less and can comfortably transcend class to and connect with the human under the environmental programming. My own class is complicated: I am a Canadian/American of Irish heritage, middle income/highly educated/mother of biracial children, who lives in a diverse zip code and loves European food and good crystal and table linen. I also swear more than a “typical” woman of my class, and I have friends of many races and nationalities. My world travels have given me a comfort level with people of all classes.

In a Subway Sandwich shop this week another customer intuitively picked up on this. I looked like any middle-aged carpool mom wearing jeans and a T-shirt with my long blonde hair in a pony tail exposing my blue eyes. All this could have been misleading. But the tattooed, corn-rowed, guy in a wife-beater and sagging jeans, turned when I entered the store and spontaneous said, “Hey” and extended a closed fist for me to knuckle tap. I tapped back. And only when my smaller, older, white knuckles touched his brown fist did he become self-conscious. He lowered his head, turned his back on me and looked ashamed. I’m sure he was confused by his impulse and when the reality hit that we didn’t display the trappings of the same social class, he went mute. What a shame. We might have had a chat.

In another version of the class trap, I have a New York friend going through an expensive divorce. He is fighting tooth and nail for every drop of their shared marital fortune. When I suggested that maybe his sanity was more important than money, he quickly responded, “Money is my sanity! Who would I be without money?”

Great question. Who would we be without money? Without racial identity? Without our jobs? Without our clothes? Who is the un-armored human being available to connect with other human beings?

In some ways we so cling to the trappings of class that we miss out on amazing ways to just connect as human beings. At other times, we ignore class and wonder why some of our relationships fail. Class is sometimes that silent orchestrator of destiny. Do you know your class? Can you transcend it?

Kobe Bryant: Can Warriors Kiss Babies?

Friday, June 4th, 2010

This morning I watched an interesting debate on ESPN News. The male anchors expounded psychological theories of gender roles, the warrior code, and men’s ability to compartmentalize. Of course, they thought they were just talking about Laker Kobe Bryant’s pause to kiss his daughters at half time during game one of the NBA finals last night.

Most of the ESPN talent chalked up Kobe’s “transgression” (an act of tenderness mid-war) to the privilege of celebrity. They argued that a franchise player without a camera on his heels would have been reprimanded by coach Phil Jackson and called “soft” by his team mates.

Then they went on to ask how Kobe’s head could be completely in the game if he took time to act like a loving father while wearing the armor of a warrior at battle. After all, minutes before hand, he’d been oblivious to Chris Rock‘s monologue beside the Laker bench. And now he was kissing babies?!

Well, gentlemen, let me break it down for you. A male brain is unique. Men have a very unique ability to compartmentalize, that is, go so deeply into a mental compartment that they tune out other stimuli. Studies have shown that when men watch sports, their wife’s voice in the background sounds a lot like the adults in a Charles Schutz “Peanuts” cartoon, “Waw-aw. Waw-aw. Waw-awn.” One fascinating study asked men and women to listen to two audio stories simultaneously yet follow only one. One narration fed through a right earphone and the other a left. Women, who tend to be multitaskers, found their brains scrambling to follow both stories and often got confused. Men were more easily able to key into one story and tune out the other. Now that’s compartmentalization.

The other thing men can do is slip pretty easily from one compartment into another when they perceive that it is safe to redirect their attention. Thus, a man can juggle calls from work, his mistress, and his wife when there is little threat of being caught. Should his wife, mistress, or boss enter his office, however, he will be quick to focus and eliminate the two other stimuli.

So, while Kobe couldn’t hear Chris Rock during the game, his stress responses were lowered with the half-time bell and the Laker’s comfortable lead, making it was easy for him to morph into “Daddy” on his way to the locker room.

But the bigger question had to do with masculinity and tenderness. Can a warrior be tender? Of course he can. And he always has been tender behind closed doors. And now he can do it publicly. Thank you Kobe.

Three Women. Three Glasses of Wine. Three Stories of Betrayal.

Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

Being a Doctor of Psychology I can make academic sense of how successfully and without conscience many people lie. The best of them can go into a little mental compartment where they even believe their own lies as they flow out of their mouth.

I have seen Joran van der Sloot the suspect in the Natalee Holloway murder tell three separate stories about what happened in Aruba five years ago. In my opinion the only word of sordid truth he ever uttered was in Dutch when he referred to sweet Natalee as a “bitch.” The truth is that this young man has extreme anger toward women.

Lying to authorities to save your hide is one kind of deceit but what about the average person who lies to their closest intimates? Just last night, while sipping at a neighborhood wine bar, I heard three stories about men who lie to obtain sex, ego stroking, or even a woman’s trust. And as a woman (not a doctor, now) I have to say, what’s up with that?

In one story, my best friend’s longtime, on-again-off-again boyfriend was found to have fathered three children during the same years they whispered secrets between the sheets. Except he forgot to tell her that one secret — that his sperm, his time and his resources were going another direction.

In another story, a neighbor of mine was reeling from heartbreak after a broken engagement to an NFL football player (Read: He can afford bobbles.) In her loss and misery she thought she might console herself with a little recession era recycling so she marched her three carrot diamond ring to a jeweler, only to discover that a man she had once deeply trusted had given her a three carrot cubic zirconia.

While we continued to muse in disgust about how some men can feign intimacy and trustworthiness so well, the name of one of my old paramours came up. He’s been used as an example of a bad-boy in both my books (The Boyfriend Test and The Girlfriend Test) because this guy is the ultimate player. Over the course of our seventeen year “friendship” he has uttered the “L” word to me but he has also used my heart, my body and my money for his personal gain. He’s good, trust me. I have been out of his mesmerizing clutches for a few years now. Whew! But just a few weeks back I say him hiking with yet another beauty and shook my head to see that he’s still lying and juggling even at the age of, my God, could he be 53 by now? Anyway, my wine partners informed me that he had recently married his assistant. I laughed out loud, saying there is no way his marriage would have slowed down his appetite for frequent new sexual conquests. They assured me he is behaving as a loyal married man.

So I texted him a little “hello.”

And he quickly texted back. What he wrote were words that no married man should ever write to an old flame. My heart broke for his wife.

In the book, “101 Lies Men Tell Women, and Why Women Believe Them,” Dr. Dory Hollander claims that the root of all romantic lying is that women seek emotional connection and men mostly seek sex. The number one lie she sites? “I Love You.”

The saddest thing about my three stories of betrayal and the hundreds of stories in Dr. Hollander’s books is that so often we blame women for believing the lies. I was shocked to see the firestorm of criticism of Rielle Hunter, the mother of former presidential candidate John Edwards‘ fifth child. Somehow the media saw fit to place the bulk of the blame on her as a home wrecker. As the target of many, many lies issued from a male mouth, I can promise you that Mr. Edwards lied through his teeth to poor Miss. Hunter. First of all this slick rick wasn’t even playing in his own intellectual sandbox so getting her to believe his fabrications was probably a cake walk. I can just imagine his best promise to her, “Honey, you’re the one I love. My marriage is a sham to get me through this presidential campaign. Once I am president we can raise our baby in the White House.”  Trust me. His story ran along those lines.

The blame should never be on the recipient of a lie. Gullible people are innocent. Yes, I’ve removed the gender now, because some women lie as well as most men. But the culprit is the liar and his/her the lack of moral reasoning and inability to have compassion for others. The blame lies only with the deceitful person, not the one who trusted. What do you think?


Gore Divorce: A Forty Year Marriage is Never a Failure.

Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010

This morning I sat up straight when I heard an NBC reporter referring to the divorce announcement by former Vice President Al Gore and his wife Tipper, as a marriage that “failed.” How could forty years of supporting each other, raising children, surviving grueling political campaigns, and welcoming grandchildren, be called a failure???? If that’s a failure, I can only imagine what the rest of our relationships could be called!

In truth, back when the “til death do us part” section of the marriage contract was inserted (some say in Ancient Greece) death itself was pretty imminent. Life expectancy was short. Plagues and war took many lives and nearly 50% of women died in childbirth. So promising to stay together until death was a fairly safe bet.

Today serial monogamy trumps lifelong unions, and for good reason. We live a whole lot longer. The qualities required of a partner to say, get us through college and embark on a career, or to have a stint of child raising, or entertain a peaceful retirement may be quite distinct, that is, we may choose someone entirely different for each of those tasks. I am only of the opinion that a marriage should last as long as the projects it creates, thus, until the kids are raised or the house reno is complete.

Now having said that, do I believe that too many couples today throw in the towel way too early? Yes. Too many people bail when sexual feelings and romantic fantasies give way to the hard work and boredom of long term monogamy. Or they simply have so few relationship tools that divorcing feels like the only option. These couples have much to learn.

But this is not the case with the Gore’s. They have done their learning and ridden out the bumps. They should be popping champagne to celebrate. They had a forty year successful marriage. Here’s to your next relationships, Al and Tipper!