Today in Learning How To People: Cheese

I was invited to board games tonight, and asked if I could bring anything. The host says “I usually have some hard cheeses out for people!”

Being a Very Neurotypical Person who is Very Good At Reading The Room, I interpreted this to mean “Please bring some cheese.”

Mmmm nope! In this case, it meant “We already have cheese, so go ahead and bring something that you, Dairy Allergy Person, can eat.” Doh!

Anyway, that’s why I usually always get clarification/specify what people are saying/asking. It’s not safe to assume! 😂 🧀

Essay: The Crisis of Gender Relations

My friend sent me this essay today, and it’s very good.

https://www.liberalcurrents.com/the-crisis-of-gender-relations/

What this has meant for women is a society in which they have options outside the patriarchal bargain. Simply working for a wage is enough to provide the security that once husbands exclusively controlled. Or, to put it more intuitively: the rise of two-income households isn’t a result of economic hardship. It’s a result of economic growth.

Go read it.

On groups and dyads

A variety of painful circumstances in my life recently have crystallized out a thought, for me: as much as we want a Group to be a cohesive unit, the group is only as strong as the strength of its various dyadic friendships.

When a group that had been constructed around one central Hub Person implodes, the continuance of the group is dependent on whether any of the Spoke People had actually formed individual (“dyadic”) friendships with each other. Without those interconnected friendships, the group would wither away without its Hub. (And maybe that’s why some Hubs feel threatened when they’re no longer the gatekeepers of access to the other friends?)

And when a large enough group (40 or so people) forms, not everyone will be as close to everyone else in that group; so it’s up to the individuals to build (or not build) their friendships with one another. If one person is having a crisis and reaches out, I am finding that sometimes, a larger group is *less* likely to respond. It’s the small six person chats that get things done for each other; or it’s an existing dyadic friendship within the larger circle that recognizes the need and answers it.

Is this the Bystander Effect in action? Are the larger groups prone to feeling too helpless to help? Someone else will do it?

Is this an effect of geography? Some of my Discords are pretty geographically dispersed, and I think that makes it harder (though not impossible) to build those sturdier connections.

It can also be hard to know what/how someone needs help. With closer individual bonds, there’s more of a chance that the person helping will actually help, versus accidentally making things worse. (I know that’s a thing for me as well: I’ve made things worse so often.)

But I just had an absolutely terrible week, and all kinds of people came to my rescue; and I am so grateful. And I witnessed someone else leave a group because they weren’t getting the support they needed, and my heart aches for them; but we were never directly close with each other, either, so I felt too distant (geographically and emotionally) to help. So it goes.

But anyway, my point in all this rambling is: If you are in a large friend group, make sure you aren’t neglecting the individual connections with individual people. In the end, “The Group” is a legal fiction. The people that help you move are the real individual humans that you can bond with, or not, as life takes you.

But try to take care of each other. Yes, The Village is built on unpaid labor. It’s transactional even though it’s not tracked, or shouldn’t be tracked, because Village Support is about having help with specific concrete actions that need doing.

I don’t know. I’m rambling and tired. But just. Look for the helpers; and be the helpers, when you can.

Quote of the day

Found this on a Tumblr meme posted to Instagram:

“Among cooks, I am the best engineer; and among engineers, I am the best cook.”

I’ll remember this the next time I feel self-conscious about being an amphibian employee.

Prompts

I am stealing this idea from one of my friends; but today’s Short Opinion is that the process of creating AI Art has more in common with “commissioning a painting” than it does with “making art.”

I do have a friend who makes AI art and then paints the results onto canvas, which I think is a really cool thought experiment that’s pushing the boundaries of “what even is art?” — but even that is most similar to the exercise you do in art class, where you copy a famous painting someone did. I recently painted a copy of “Spore Flower,” by Margaret Organ-Kean. My friend with more artistic talent painted a copy of “View of Toledo” by El Greco when we were in high school. It’s a normal thing to do. But it’s not its own act of original creation. And that is perfectly okay. (Paint-and-sips also fall into this category! I love those.)

Another friend calls it “You’re not an artist; you’re asking the interns for spec work.” That feels a little harsh, as does this skeet. But…it’s not the same process as creating the art. It’s more like requirements documentation.

Traditions

Most years since I had my kid, I try to put together a Christmas/holiday card to send to people so they can see how she’s grown, etc.

I try to also include photos of myself (and, when it was relevant, my husband) because of something Hax said a while ago about “orphans on the mantelpiece” that stuck with me. (See also: “Mom stays in the picture.”)

Some years, I have the wherewithal to put sealing wax on the envelopes. This is one of those years. I’m using a gnome stamp, because garden gnomes are A Thing for me, even though they’re now tinged with sadness.

Started out with the vegan wax, but honestly I don’t think it’s very good and won’t buy any more. I don’t know what makes it vegan; none of this is beeswax.

I stamp the envelopes from the back, so I don’t know who’s getting what color wax. The first wave are all green/vegan wax; after those I switched to purple with mix-ins.

I have a third type of wax, that I got from my mom. She had it in college, and her two stamps are (I think) associated with her sorority. (I did not join it myself, though I did consider it; but it was just not my thing. I joined a different one my junior year.)  You can’t use that wax on envelopes that go through the postal system; it’s too brittle and will jam the machines. Modern wax is made differently; it’s safe for postal machines but it doesn’t give that satisfying snapping sound, or really break at all. It only seals and decorates.

I’m also listening to Christmas music. Started out with Mannheim Steamroller, which I love unironically, and then switched to the Robert Shaw Chorale. We Three Kings and Good King Wenceslas both go HARD. When my TKD teacher died, I listened to the bit about “mark my footsteps, good my page; tread thou in them boldly” and BAWLED. In a way, losing him was a preview of losing my father. Same thing when my closest uncle passed away. So because of that, and because of the general mood when it’s dark and cold, I think a lot about death this time of year.

But I also think of renewal. The dead are gone; but we remember them. My little wax sealing candle in 2024 is an echo of all the fires my ancestors have ever burned. I remember them now as others will remember me, down the long centuries. Listen!

  • The Shortest Day, Susan Cooper
  • The Turning of the Year, Herdman Hills Mangsen

Avocado baby

When I was pregnant, I followed a calendar (Alpha mom, it’s linked in the Extra Crispy Baby section of this website) that would tell you what size the baby was each week. Usually it was compared to a fruit, but not always.

Anyway, today someone posted “The FBI reward for the shooter is now up to the cost of one (1) C-section birth” and the parallels really hit me like a truck. Anyway, someone should make a graphic of reward levels and which medical procedures (without insurance) they would cover.

Shopping local: Gritty Goblin Games

One of the local game stores I like to wander around in, Gritty Goblin has an excellent selection of games, minis, and random accessories. The staff is always pleasant and helpful, despite seeming to consist solely of twenty year old young men, a demographic that has earned somewhat of a reputation for misogyny. Even at my age I still feel a little nervous in that context; so the friendliness is really reassuring.

https://www.grittygoblingames.com/

Shopping local: the Novel Refuge

The Novel Refuge is a local used bookstore that sells books to benefit local refugees. You can donate your books (gently used) there, and you can shop the books they’ve already got (digital money only: credit card or tap-to-pay, no cash transactions). They also have a decent selection of donated board games.

https://novelrefuge.org/