Showing posts with label big question. Show all posts
Showing posts with label big question. Show all posts

What's Really Going to Happen to the Candles???

Honestly, this is a very good question:


Are you? Is this ever coming back? According to my friend in LA, handshaking is already back despite everyone's big talk about never shaking hands again so I'm already feeling a little betrayed by all our big talk of letting these traditions go.
 
You know what, I'll take the handshakes if my friends and I are able to taste each others' cocktails again. Not sure about the candles though. My friends and I did a birthday this past weekend where we each held a candle and sang happy birthday and then blew it out ourselves. It was kind of like a fun version of a candlelight vigil.


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The Distinction is Very Important But How Do You Tell The Difference???

How do you tell the difference between a detour and a roadblock? (The metaphorical kind, not the actual ones on actual roads that are usually pretty clearly marked.)
 
As per this Instagram post, a detour is a challenge (or five) along the way that tell you it's going to be harder and take longer to get to your final destination. A roadblock, on the other hand, is a signal that you're never going to get there.

It's the difference between "this is still possible for you, it's just harder," and "it's not going to happen for you."
 
The post goes on to affirm that most of the time we think things are roadblocks when they are actually detours.

But it doesn't tell us HOW TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE which is kind of a big part of the whole thing, right????

So, how do YOU tell the difference? How do you, as Dr. Eilers of Instagram recommends, "practice discernment between detours and roadblocks"?
 

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Really important "what if"s

Have you ever wondered what it would look like if a giant banana was circling the earth at the distance of the international space station? Me neither. But someone did, because people's brains are amazing.


Other completely unimportant but wonderful questions answered: what if the moon was a disco ball? What if the planets were as close as the moon?


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Have I Reached Peak Self-Care?

Here's a question:

Let's say you have a daily recurring reminder to do a self-care thing, like meditate. And let's say you're just not actually doing the thing, and seeing the reminder there every day is just making you feel kind of bad.

Is deleting said reminder PEAK SELF-CARE? Or is it just giving up?

An animated gif video of a man sitting cross-legged. He has his hands on his knees in a classic meditation position, inhales deeply and then his head drops, asleep
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Do I Have a Weird Internal Process for Turning Calendar Pages?

An animated gif illustration showing a drawing of a wall calendar on a wall with blue and white stripes. The pages of the calendar rip off one by one, showing each month. The images for each month progress through a bare patch of land and then a house being built.
Thoka Maer.

I feel like my internal process when it comes to turning calendar pages is weird. Here's an example month of my process, assuming that it's a brand new calendar page on day one. Does anyone else do this?

1: Turn new calendar page, feel a small endorphin hit from the freshness of a new month and seeing a new picture. Want that hit again, but know it won't come for another month.
2:
3:
4: Wonder if it's time to change the calendar page. No, turns out it has only been a few days.
5: Okay, but NOW it's time to change the page? NO?
6:
7:
8:
9:
10:
11:
12:
13:
14:
15: It's been a while, time to change the calendar page now?
16:
17:
18:
19:
20:
21:
22: Ugh, a month is SO LONG.
23:
24:
25:
26:
27:
28: Just a few days!
29:
30:
31:
1: Completely forget about the passage of time or the existence of calendars.
2:
3:
4:
5:
6:
7:
8: Oh yeah, the calendar! [flips page, process repeats.]


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I May Genuinely Be a Worse Person for This

I've discovered something about myself that may make me a worse person: I think... I like arguing with people on Twitter?

Recently, I made the terrible mistake of commenting on Erin O'Toole's tweet about how prisoners shouldn't get priority in vaccination schedules (because they're criminals and obviously we should let our justice system and moral judgements about someone's character have a say in the distribution of healthcare).

Naturally, a lot of people responded. The smart thing to do would have been to ignore those responses and go on with my life, but I couldn't help it. I engaged. And it was... kind of fun? To snipe with strangers online?

Do I need to be cut off? Should I do some soul-searching? Am unfulfilled in other parts of my life?

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When You're Definitely Not Okay But You're Trying to Dance Anyway

This tweet is (obviously) from the pre-US-election days, but I still think about the girl in this video. She's out dancing and trying to have a good time but is also so sad and her friends just don't even seem to notice? The one is having a great time and another is like, "Hey it's PICTURE TIME!" and she is literally wiping tears off her face!


What's the story here? Is she trying to get over a breakup? Is this song some kind of sadness trigger for her? Is she a party hostage? Did her and her friends agree before the party started that she would be weepy but she didn't want them to acknowledge it? WHAT IS HAPPENING???

And what about the rest of us? What is our version of "I'm really not okay but I'm trying to be okay so I'm going to go through some motions but it's really, incredibly obvious that I'm definitely not okay."


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When Do I Get to Forgive Famous People?

How do you know if it's okay to actually forgive someone? Like a famous person?

When do I get to forgive people?

It's a weird question. I'm pretty sure it's just up to me whether or not I forgive a person or not - it's a pretty personal decision.

Here's the thing though - and I kind of hate even writing this, because I am NOT one of those people who's all "the court of public opinion is killing people!" or "online mob mentalities are destroying art and free speech!!!" - I don't know that I feel confident in my own ability to judge these things anymore. I mean, if someone has harmed me personally, then I know just what to do: forgive them instantly or spend the rest of my life reliving the pain they caused me until it turns me into a crust of a person. But what about a famous person for whom my personal forgiveness is technically meaningless, but who I feel compelled to have an opinion about? There, I am lost.

The latest is this James Gunn thing. When the news broke about his terrible tweets and he got fired from the Guardians of the Galaxy movies I felt... conflicted. After all, the things he tweeted about ten years ago were disgusting and vile, but it didn't seem obvious to me that he was the same person anymore. It seemed more obvious that he had changed his ways.

But I didn't trust my own reading of the situation. I have a bad track record of accepting the apologies of famous men who do terrible things at face value. Case in point: my first reaction to Louis C.K.'s apology was pure gratitude that he was admitting he did bad things.

Then I read some commentary on his apology and realized that I had been duped. I re-read the apology from a lens of "what is he actually saying?" instead of the head over heels, "OMG a powerful man is recognizing he did something wrong? THIS NEVER HAPPENS! THE WORLD IS FIXING ITSELF!!!" lens I originally read it with and realized that I was wrong. I needed to be a little more skeptical when it came to the PR of saying sorry.

It was a good lesson, but it also led to some self-doubt that I haven't recovered from yet so that when I read James Gunn's apology, I didn't really know what to think about it. He doesn't sound super contrite, but he seems very clearly to think he said inappropriate things and to have stopped doing it because it was wrong. This could be enough. Should it be enough? Is it enough?

It seems a lot of people think that since he said those things, EVER, he is blacklisted forever as a Bad Guy. So then, for those people at least, is there no opportunity for forgiveness? Can a person never change and move on? Or has he just not yet met that bar?

I DON'T KNOW!

I don't want them to decide for me, but I want to know all the reasoning behind their stance. What are they seeing that I am missing? Or do we just have different values when it comes to a person's hope for redemption?

Now the cast for Guardians of the Galaxy has come out with a letter defending him and asking for his return to the movie.

So, is this an example of his true character and the fact that the cast knows him and has seen his ways? Or is it like when Lena Dunham defended the guy from her show who was accused of sexual assault and everything blew up in her face?

So maybe the court of public opinion isn't unnecessarily ruining lives and stifling speech, but maybe it is messing with my head quite a bit.


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What Makes You Care About Online Privacy?

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I am very concerned about privacy on a micro-scale. Case in point: when I was in high school, I left a note from a friend in my coat pocket. Then, months later, when my dad was moving coats around he came across the note, opened it, and left it on the kitchen counter. I flipped out. I was SO MAD that he thought it was okay to open up ANY piece of paper he found in MY coat!!! And then leave it LAYING AROUND??? For ANYONE to read??? FURY!!!

These days, I may not react in quite so much fury, but if someone took it upon themselves to give more than a cursory glance to the notebook I fill with a combination of bland to do lists, writing brainstorms, and super-personal journal entries (which may or may not also be bland, but more intimately so), I would be pretty upset.

And yet, I don't feel any particular concern that, say, Cambridge Analytica may have accessed my Facebook data for an election that was not my own. Or that an unknown number of other companies may have done the same for their own nefarious means.

I know intellectually that it's all is pretty bad, but it doesn't get me in my emotions, and I feel no impulse to delete my Facebook page or really do anything differently. Okay, I did go and double-check which apps have permission to access my account and delete a few. That's it.

If I reacted with outrage at a totally innocuous note being revealed to my immediate family (something that I am no longer angry about, but I still think was a violation of my privacy), then why don't I care about a corporation that may have illegally farmed my data to create psychographic profiles in order to swing an election?

Okay, here is something: if something happened and other PEOPLE could read my private messages on Facebook, that would be pretty darn upsetting. But a company capturing and analyzing the data that is already, at least somewhat, publicly available? Meh.

I think I should care about this. Do you care about this? What specifically makes you angry in this situation?


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Would you rather...

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...be right or liked?

I'm going to go with liked on this one. Not because I desperately need to be liked all the time (don't get me wrong, I pretty desperately seek approval), but because I don't want to be a person who needs to be right so badly that they drive everyone away.

...be rich or famous?

Rich. Wealth is freedom, my friends! Plus, then I can donate large sums of money to causes I believe in while still being free to go to the grocery store in peace. (Although I will probably pay someone to grocery shop for me.)

...your shirts always be two sizes too big or one size too small?

Too big! You can make fashion choices with a shirt that's too big (tie the ends together, cinch the back, wear it like a big slouchy thing) and are just stuck feeling uncomfortable in a shirt that's too small.

...never use social media again or never watch a TV show or movie again?

Oh man! I think at the end of the day I have to shun social media, but that is a bit of a rough decision because a lot of my current work relies heavily on social media. I would be making a pretty big shift, not only in my casual lifestyle but in how I do work and projects. That said, I probably get a lot more out of TV shows and movies. Or do I? UGH! This is hard. Yeah, okay. Goodbye, Facebook. I won't miss you that much.

...have an easy job working for someone else or work for yourself and work incredibly hard?

For myself! I have had easy jobs. They were so boring.

...be very poor but help people or become rich by hurting people?

I want to say that this answer is obvious for everyone, but I think for a lot of people the obvious choice is being rich, considering how much wealthy companies hurt people. Alas, I pick being poor.

...be able to teleport anywhere or read minds?

Teleport! Reading peoples' minds could easily ruin life for me. I think it's a bad idea to know what people are really thinking. Teleporting on the other hand? Awesome! Travel is a dream, commuting is a snap.

Okay, so far I am a well-liked rich person who wears oversized shirts, doesn't have social media, works for themselves, is also poor, and teleports.

What are you???


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This book will change your life


Question of the Day:

What if book lovers set up "THIS BOOK WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE"-style stations on the street, like Mormons, recommending their favourite novels to random strangers?

A few books I would include: Ishmael, The Name of the Wind, The Golden Compass, Harry Potter, Man's Search for Meaning.

What would be on your book evangelism table?


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Would you rather?


Would you rather be able to speak to animals or speak every human language?

So much benefit to both scenarios...

Would you rather switch genders every time you sneezed or not be able to tell the difference between a baby and a muffin?

Confusing in the unconnectedness of the scenarios. Switching genders would get confusing, but might be good for decreasing gender bias in the world?

Would you rather know how you die, or when you will die?

Neither is not an acceptable answer! Ugh! I think when would be better? So that I'm not constantly afraid to do a certain thing? Except I'll probably just get cancer like most people.

Would you rather always give bad advice or always receive bad advice?

If I know the advice is bad then at least I know not to follow advice I'm given. I'm guessing in this scenario I don't get to know that, though. So then... I guess receive? Just so I'm not actively ruining peoples' lives? Maybe I'll figure out eventually that all the advice I'm getting is terrible?

Would you rather stay up all night with a crying baby or helping a very irritating person with a problem you think is stupid?

I think the baby? No, the irritating person. They are both horrible.


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Question of the Day: Regarding cats and scheduling

Sometimes I wonder how much quicker I would get ready in the morning if I didn't have a cat who I constantly want to snuggle.

I mean, this is half my morning:

How much time do we spend petting our cats when we should be out?

How much time do we spend petting our cats when we should be out?

How much time do we spend petting our cats when we should be out?

Can't you just hear the glorious purring?


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Hunger Games: A very important question

I recently re-watched The Hunger Games movie. What I really wanted to watch was Harry Potter, but the Harry Potter movies are apparently no longer on Netflix, and I literally only JUST remembered that I OWN several of the DVDs. So, basically, I'm a fool.

That's okay. I insisted against all nay sayers (lone soldier that I am) that The Hunger Games was a good movie when it first came out, and I maintain my position.


A few things I am reminded of watching The Hunger Games:

I will never not cry when Katniss volunteers as tribute. I just had to hold back the tears writing that sentence.

Same goes with Rue's death. Oh man.

I will never not be on Team Peeta. He is a good man! He is supportive! He is strong of heart and of body! He is totally cute! And you know what, guys? I'm a tall girl and if I had to listen to people telling me my whole life that I was superficial for hoping to find a boyfriend who was taller than me, then we can bloody well have a heroine who's love interest is on the shorter side, too, okay?

In many ways, Peeta could have been the hero of the Games. He went into it wanting to be different, wanting to show the Capital that he is better than this and won't just bend to their terrible will. Then, of course, he winds up getting injured and painting himself into a rock, whereas Katniss, who just wants to survive, winds up making his point both by legitimately mourning Rue as well as dismantling the end of the games.

A big sigh over racial representation in the movie. As far as I noticed, the only black people are from Rue's District and I don't know that there are any Asian or Latinx people. (Granted, this observation is mostly in retrospect.)

Katniss' straightforwardness and difficulty being likeable is rather likeable, and I can't decide if this is a problem or not.


Finally, one question has always plagued me, from reading the books on through the movies and even working on a parody musical last year:  how does a person who lives in the Capital, but is opposed to its activities (both the slavery of the Districts and the Games), be an actual good citizen/person?

There are those, like Cinna and Plutarch, who fight from the inside, working for an underground movement intent to change the system. They devote their lives to changing things and make incredible sacrifices.

What about the people who have normal jobs and maybe families? Who maybe don't even know that there is an underground movement? Or who know about it, but are not ready to devote their entire lives to this one thing? Who don't know how to have a life and burn the system to the ground, should they even be quite prepared to go that far?

What can they do?

They can refuse to watch the Games. They can speak of the Tributes as if they are humans, not sport. They can avoid the incredible consumerism at the core of Capital life that drives District slavery. They can work to be generally kind and generous and hope that, should they encounter an extraordinary opportunity to do the right thing (perhaps by protecting a District person from punishment), they would take it.

Is that enough?

In order to be "good" in the world of The Hunger Games, does someone have to give up their life to change the system? Does their luck of being born into the relative comfort of the Capital actually put a huge responsibility on their shoulders? This is, perhaps, only fair, considering that the system sucks the lives out of thousands of people who don't have the same choice.

The answer to this question is not insignificant.

Thanks to the obvious parallel of the relationship between the Capital and the Districts to the relationship between "Developed' and "Developing" nations, as well as the relationship between pretty much any person of privilege to the rest of the world, the answer to this question should have an equally parallel answer on our side of the equation.


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Impossible Decisions

A Harry Potter display surely created by some enemy of J.K. Rowling,
trying to turn the characters into Tim Burton-style nightmare killers.
Can't you just imagine these eyeless faces slowly turning to look at you?
Sometimes in life, we are faced with an impossible decision.

Tomorrow, I get to pick up Harry Potter and the Cursed Child from the book store. I pre-ordered, like a sane adult, so that I won't have to waste with such foolishness as finding the book in store. (And I am certain it will be difficult to find it in the giant store display that is sure to be right at the front door.) Straight to the check out I'll go, and that is what I'll be doing with my life from that point forward.

The impossible decision, then, is this: the book comes out tomorrow. Yesterday, I decided I couldn't handle the book I was reading any more. This means that TODAY I need a book to read. I have no book to read. I mean, I have books to read, but I have nothing that I will finish in a day and therefore I will have to start a book and then chuck it thoughtlessly aside the second tomorrow rolls around and that just doesn't seem fair.

So what do I do? Go a whole day without a book to read??? Start reading a book that I don't care about so that I can stop the second the new book comes out???

OH MY GOODNESS I JUST THOUGHT OF THE PERFECT SOLUTION!

I will read another Harry Potter book! It's perfect! They are quick and easy and it doesn't matter if I don't finish it before I get to The Cursed Child and it's like a warm up for the new book! Why didn't I think of this earlier???

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"I shouldn't have to see that."


I've always been interested when people say "I shouldn't have to see that."  It's a funny statement.  It somehow assumes that someone else, through their actions or just by existing, is forcing you to take part in their activity by not hiding it.

The truth is that when we do something in public we are, in a sense, "making" everyone we encounter see it.  If we enter their field of vision while we wear these clothes or juggle these chainsaws or having this body, they will have no choice but to see us.  But are the only two options in life hiding or showing off?  Does it matter whether we are intending to display a thing or just existing in a way that works for us?

So what are the things that people get upset about "having" to see?

People who are too ugly.
People who are too fat.
People who are kissing.
People who are doing more than kissing.
People who are kissing a person who is displaying the wrong gender.
People who are doing drugs.
People who are obviously very poor.
People who are doing yoga on a mountaintop and having their photo taken.
People who are breastfeeding.
People who are changing diapers.
People who are wearing unflattering clothing.
People who are wearing revealing clothing.
People who are wearing revealing clothing on bodies that aren't small and smooth enough.
People who are wearing a style of clothing we don't like.
People who have wounds or sores, especially if they have fluid coming out of them.
People who are too sick.
People who are participating in a habit you are trying to quit.
People who are taking selfies.
People who are eating something gross or unfamiliar.
People who pass out in gutters.
Drunk girls vomiting outside nightclubs in little dresses and no jacket.
Certain body hair.
Violence in real life.
Genitals.

There is more, of course, but that seems like a good start.

As I was writing the list I realized that it all boils down to disgust.  We think we shouldn't have to see things that disgust us.  Makes sense on an evolutionary level - our disgust reaction exists to keep us alive and safe and able to procreate.  It's actually quite useful.  Except now that (in Canada, in Vancouver) most of us are relatively safe, our disgust doesn't necessarily point to actual danger or threats.  But still, there seem to be some categories of "I shouldn't have to see that" disgust.  What are they?

IT-SHOULD-BE-PRIVATE DISGUST

Some things we have decided as a society are too disgusting to be public, and we call those things "private".  Most things associated with sex fall into this category.  Society has agreed that people shouldn't have to see other people being naked, showing genitals, having sex, or doing anything too close to having sex.  Not necessarily that sex itself is disgusting (depending on who you ask), but that displays of sexuality are to be minimized.  Heck, it wasn't that long that seeing a pregnant woman was considered indecent because it was an obvious sign that she had had sex.

This is actually kind of funny, because if our disgust reaction is supposed to help us stay alive and procreate, shouldn't sex be totally non-disgusting?  It's just fulfilling our biological imperative.

Also included in this category are things like breastfeeding (for those who haven't learned they have to be okay with it now because it's happening) and changing diapers, as well as other bathroom-related things like vomiting or, you know, going to the bathroom.

IT-SHOULDN'T-HAPPEN-AT-ALL DISGUST

We also shouldn't have to see violence, but that's more because we've all agreed violence isn't supposed to happen at all.  Unlike sex, violence isn't supposed to be hidden behind closed doors (although if it must happen in some population we've deemed hopeless, then that's better than seeing it), it is supposed to only be simulated in movies.  (Also, unlike sex, if violence is simulated in movies very few parents will freak out, but if sex is, then many parents will be upset.  Thus, fake sex is more disgusting than fake violence.)

Also, things like drug use might fall into this category.  We are perfectly comfortable seeing people guzzle their fifth double espresso or drink beers on a patio, and in Vancouver we are okay with people walking down the sidewalk with a joint.  If we see anything else, however, it assaults our eyes because people just shouldn't be doing that.

BODIES-AREN'T-ALL-PERFECT DISGUST

Then there are things that aren't officially decided by society as forbidden, like public sex, but that everyone hopes they will not "have to see".  This is includes things like rolls of fat.  Of course, no one wants to admit that they're disgusted by fat, because that would make them a bad person, but how else can we interpret the reactions to seeing other peoples' rolls?  Statements that they "shouldn't" be dressing that way or "can't" pull it off are telling, especially because they rarely get shut down, because, while it's impolite to point it out, most people silently agree that, yes, we shouldn't have to see a roll of fat.  That makes it too obvious that this person has a body that isn't perfect and that is horrible.

Also in this category are other situations where people allow their bodies to be visible the way they naturally are, including wearing little to no make up or allowing body hair to grow.

I-AM-BETTER-THAN-THAT DISGUST

Next, there are the individual pet-peeve/holier-than-thou things that people don't want to have to see because they are (or want to be) better than that thing.  This includes things like selfies or people taking photos of themselves doing yoga on mountains or drunk girls wearing small dresses and no jackets or packs of boys with their pants below their bums.  Society as a whole may agree that these are silly or even gross actions, but not enough so that we agree to ban them from sight.  Instead, some of us who feel we are much better than that thing express our disgust to show how much better we are.

"I am not narcissistic at all, I am so not narcissistic that I am disgusted by this narcissistic display of selfie taking and wish to not even see it!" / "I never get too drunk and am so good at not going overboard that I shouldn't have to see other people do it because it hurts me so!" / "I just appreciate well-tailored clothing so much it pains me to observe these low-hanging pants!" / "I respect myself too much to wander around coatless in a tiny dress, and I am disgusted and saddened that anyone else would do that!"

It's like when I asked my friends not to swear around me in high school because I was a good little Christian girl and my pure ears shouldn't have to hear that kind of language.  Let alone that if I really didn't want to hear it I could have hung out with the other Christian kids, and also you shouldn't tell other people what to do.

GUILT/FEAR DISGUST

Finally, there are the "seeing you makes me feel guilty so I don't want to see you" things.  The things that remind us that, if we were better people, we would help in some way, but we don't want to disrupt our lives so we don't want to see it.  Either that or we are afraid we might become like them.  Signs of poverty and illness fall right into this category.  If we really see and recognize that a person near us is suffering, we might feel compelled to help.  If we get too close to that sick person we might catch what they have.  Better to just be grossed out by their existence and avoid seeing them.

So obviously as a society we have decided that there is some validity to the "I shouldn't have to see that" claim, and if enough people feel that way, we make a law to enforce it.  But what of all the things that are legal?  I am big into "good for you, not for me" and "you do you", so long as you aren't hurting anyone.  But therein lies the rub!  People who feel very strongly that they shouldn't have to see something do think they're being hurt by seeing it, and if enough people feel hurt by it, then the rules follow.

Of course, the rules probably go the other way more often: people aren't allowed to do something in public (like, say, be gay) and then they start saying "hey, we're not hurting anyone, we should be allowed to be ourselves in public" and then painfully slowly everyone else figures out that they are right.

So what?  Is it a numbers game?  Is it stupid or bigoted to not want to see something until enough of you don't want to see it?  Then is it reasonable?  I DON'T KNOW, GUYS!  But it's fun to talk about.

Taking care of business: how do you manage your coffee shop bladder?

Last week I asked the question that has been burning in my mind and Mindy Kaling's for ages: how do you ladies hang around your home without worrying about... excreting... stuff?  Joyously, I got an answer!  Towels!  Like all solutions, it was wonderfully simple.

So now I bring you another question that I have never quite solved: when you decide to get some work done in a coffee shop and have your laptop and everything with you, how do you manage the whole going to the bathroom thing?

Complicated life questions spawned from a simple little laptop.

Just to be clear, I'm not asking how you go to the bathroom - I mastered that in my youth and only improve my skills with age - I'm asking how you manage the safety and security of your belongings (specifically your precious internet-machine), as well as the importance holding your sweet table and not seeming too weird while you go take care of business.

As far as I can tell, there are six options that I have tried at various points in my coffee-shop-working-career:

1) Leave everything there and hope nothing gets stolen.

Risk Factor: The Highest.  This option assumes that most people are honest and that if you come back quickly enough your things probably won't get stolen.  While this is technically true (most people probably wouldn't just steal a laptop off a table in front of other people, even if they could), it's also true that it only takes one opportunistic thief to steal your stuff, and then you'll feel like a huge idiot when you tell people why you have to buy a new computer and lost all of your precious documents and cat photos.

The Upside: Simplicity.  By risking losing the most expensive thing you own, you are released from the inconvenience of packing up your stuff as well as potentially losing your table!  Unless, of course, someone steals all your stuff and then someone else comes along and sits at the table.  Then you've lost everything.

2) Take smaller, easier to steal, things with you (cell phone, wallet) but leave larger things that are slightly harder/more obvious to steal (large books, laptop).

The "logic" here being that a wallet and cell phone are small and easy to nab without being noticed.  A person would need to be a more brazen kind of thief to steal your laptop.  Especially if you close it and cleverly disguise it by putting a book on top.  Of course, you're still left in the "feeling really stupid" category if your stuff does get stolen, because you still just left it exposed to the world.

This technique has the same "pros" as the last one - less inconvenience of packing up all your things.

As a sub-point of this particular method, I have also been known to take my wallet, cell phone, and laptop with me to the bathroom, leaving behind whatever other bags/books I have to show that the table is still being used.  This ups the security factor, but it just feels weird.  Bringing just a few things with me seems strange.  Then there's the question of what you do with your laptop once in there?  Awkward scenarios are bound to ensue.

3) Take everything with you but leave your cup/food and hope that it doesn't get cleared while you're in the bathroom and you don't lose your table and/or food/drink.

This is risky in a different way.  Sure, your precious belongings and all the intellectual property squirrelled away inside them will be safe, but the half-finished tea that you've been nursing and were planning on getting topped up with more hot water so you don't have to spend more money?  That could disappear in a flash if it looks like it was abandoned on the table!  Depending on how busy the coffee shop is and how proactive the staff are, you could wind up with nowhere to sit, or no drink to sip, negating the whole point of being there in the first place.

Here the question is: would you rather risk feeling like an idiot for basically handing your laptop to a robber, if there is a robber present, or would you rather risk feeling like an idiot by standing around awkwardly with all your stuff hastily gathered into your arms looking at the table you once occupied and realizing there is no where left for you to sit.  Of course, since you are fascinating and important, everyone is also paying attention to you and will notice this and inwardly judge you.

4) Ask someone nearby to watch your stuff while you go to the bathroom.  

So theoretically this is one of the best options but I always feel bad doing it - bad for bothering the other person, and also for the obvious profiling I do determining who seems like they might be a thief and who might not.  (Hint: it's a scruff-based profile.  In my mind there are no clean thieves.)  Instead of diffusing my trust to humanity in general, I am now trusting one individual person, which in some ways seems scarier.

In the plus column, I don't have to awkwardly carry anything to the bathroom, I don't have to do a panicked rush to get back as quickly as possible, and I don't risk losing my table.  Except I still kind of risk losing everything and still kind of have to rush because I don't want the person to get distracted/bored/annoyed and stop caring about my things.

5) Ask a staff person to keep an eye on it for you.

This feels presumptuous and horrible - they are working and have things to do that don't include staring at your things and letting out menacing growls when others dare walk past.  Maybe if the coffee shop is pretty dead and they seem friendly.  Maybe if it's a place I go a lot and I kind of know the staff (or if I am actually friends with someone who works there).  But you know that the second it gets busy in there, they will be occupied doing their job and your laptop will be once again sitting on a pedestal with a spotlight shining on it saying "take me home!  I'm lonely!"

6) Wait until you have to go so badly you might pee yourself right there, and then make that the end of your work time.

This is the option I usually choose, squirming like a five year old in my seat until I can't take it anymore, packing up like a mad woman, and then jetting into the bathroom, and then out the door.  The downside here is that I can get maybe two hours of work done before I just can't wait anymore.  Probably less.  I have to pee a lot.

Ugh!  Life is so hard!  Why can't there be perfect solutions for everything?  What do you do?  How do you balance your bladder with laptop security?  Is there a perfect seventh option that I didn't even think of?

Mindy Kaling and I want to know about the reality of hanging around your home naked

I just finished reading Mindy Kaling's Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?, a book that made me laugh out loud and both want to hang out with her and think that we probably couldn't work together (sounds like she oscillates between yelling a lot in the writer's room and being scared and doing nothing - in between writing hilarious things, obviously).  In honour of this, I am creating a Me & Mindy Kaling photo (why limit my weird celebrity photo sharing to just my guy Ry Ry?)

Mindy wasn't ready for the picture.  She was also a bit
upset that we didn't wait for her to get ice cream.

In her chapter on being afraid of one night stands because you might get murdered, she finally voices the question I have always wondered but been afraid to ask.  This question is directed to women who like to hang around naked in their homes: don't you, you know, excrete?

I've never understood!  It just seems messy!  I don't want to have to panic and deal with that all of a sudden when underwear would have made it a non-issue!  Do some women just never ... excrete?  Do they just not care?  Is excrete not suddenly the grossest word ever?  Has me asking this question suddenly forever changed your opinion of all vaginas?  Of just my vagina?  Oh no, what's wrong with my vagina?  How many times should I say vagina in a row right now?  It's been four.  Four vaginas.  Now five.  And I still don't know the logistics of this question.

These are the things that run through my head pretty much every time a reference is made to a woman who likes to hang out in the buff, except that I could never pin down the best word to use to describe it.  The word that my new BFF Mindy expertly nailed down as "excretion".  Super gross.  Super accurate.

So, nudies of the world!  Explain your freedom to me, please!  I don't know if I'll ever be a joyful nude, but heck, this would at least take some of the mystery out of it.

It's at moments like this that I wish I had a massive, Bloggess-sized readership and this question would actually get answered.

Sigh.