From the monthly archives:

May 2011

Oh, Old Navy. Make It Better.

by Marinka on May 31, 2011

Last week I fell a little bit more in love with Old Navy. I’ve always been a fan, but when I read that they were launching a line of gay pride t-shirts, donating 10% of the proceeds to It Gets Better, my respect for them increased.

Awesome, right?

Even though it’s a little (or a lot) shocking that this is a first time that a major retailer has done something like this.

Is homosexuality and the fact that people love who they love and it’s okay so controversial?

Apparently it is.

Because it looks like Old Navy will have the t-shirts available for sale in only 26 of its over 900 stores in the United States.

Please don’t make me do the math, but that seems like a low percentage.

I don’t want to detract from the very important step that Old Navy is taking. They are the first major retailer to do it, so let’s cut them some slack.

On the other hand, since three of the twenty-six stores are in Manhattan, the site of the largest gay pride parade in the country, I have to wonder.

Why wouldn’t Old Navy make a corporate statement and have all their stores carry it?

Because I’m guessing that the kids in Savannah would like one as much as the kids in NYC would.

What do you think? Am I just in a mood?


Everyone Is Out To Get Me

by Marinka on May 30, 2011

Well, since it’s been exactly twelve seconds since I mentioned my skin cancer, I thought I would update you.

I’m having the surgery to remove it this week, and to add insult to injury when the doctor’s office called, they said “we’re calling to confirm your procedure.”

“You mean my surgery?” I asked. Because surgery is more milkable than procedure. A pedicure is a procedure. How dare they.

“Yes, on Wednesday.”

“I will be there for my surgery on Wednesday,” I repeated in an off-stage whisper, making sure everyone without military grade ear plugs heard me.

“Great, see you then!” the surgical receptionist said.

This was our second conversation.

The first was when I called to make an appointment a few weeks ago. I was a bit shaken up, because I received referrals to several doctors, I mean, surgeons.

The first one I called had me on hold for a good five minutes listening to a recording of all the services that the dermatologist had to offer, including a hair removal system, called, alarmingly “The Soprano”.

“So what are you coming in for?” the Soprano procurer asked when she finally took me off hold.

“I’m getting the Mohs surgery,” I announced. And may have sighed for emphasis.

“Mohs, ok,” she said. “Have you already had a biopsy?”

“I certainly have had the biopsy,” I reassured her . “Unfortunately I have skin cancer on my nose.”

Were there a lot of people out there who chose elective Mohs surgery without the benefit of a cancer diagnosis? And was it possible that this person didn’t read my blog? I’m not sure how comfortable I felt entering an environment like that.

But what she said after this convinced me that I wasn’t comfortable.

“Let me explain to you how we do this here,” she began, and I prepared to take notes.

“You’re going to come in with six other people,” she said.

I became alarmed. I knew that some surgical procedures required the patient to come in with a friend, preferably bearing a medium-size gift, who would them escort the patient home, but six! Wow! That was a whole team of assistants that I would need!

Could this surgery be more involved than I thought?

Is it possible that in my bravery, I’d actually downplayed the risk and danger that I was facing?!

“The seven of you will all go in together and the doctor will remove the first layer of skin from each of you and send it to the lab for processing,” the monotone continued.

Hmm. This could be a problem. I have very considerate and wonderful friends, but I wasn’t sure that I could convenience six of them to undergo the surgery with me. Obviously this was needed in case of an emergency skin graft or nose transplant. In other words, my life was at stake, and these so-called “friends” would be waffling.

Yes, I know I hadn’t asked them yet at this point, but I knew if they asked me to go to surgery with them, I’d be reluctant, so I assume that they wouldn’t be eager either. In my defense, though, I have a very low pain threshold. And a very full TV-viewing schedule.

But enough about me. These “friends” have some nerve. In my mind, but still.

Don’t think that I won’t remember this at Christmas.

“And those people who have a “clear” layer will be discharged and the rest of you will stay for a second layer, and so on,” the receptionist was still babbling.

Suddenly I realized that the six other people wouldn’t be friends (yet!) but rather other patients undergoing the same Mohs surgery as I would be facing.

“So we’d all be in some kind of a reverse-assembly line?” I asked. Not that there’s anything wrong with mass surgery, or mass weddings, for that matter, but my personal preference is a lower patient to surgeon ratio.

I decided not to schedule an appointment there.

The next doctor’s office I called did not place me on hold and scheduled an appointment promptly.

I was reassured that I wouldn’t be part of a surgical magical chairs ensemble. Everything seemed to be going well.

So I’m sure you can understand how this downgrading from surgery to procedure has been a slap in the face.

The same face that will be surgically operated on, to boot.


My Own Life

May 26, 2011

My 9 year old and I were coming home from his Little League game one Saturday when he shared his future plans with me. “When I have my own life,” he said. “I’m definitely getting a dog.” “What do you mean your own life? Whose life do you have now?” “Like after college. When I’m […]

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I’m Right, You’re Wrong!

May 25, 2011

Welcome back to I’m Right, You’re Wrong, where I present a situation and ask you to weigh in. To preserve the integrity of the responses, I don’t reveal which side I’m on, due to the ego-maniacal and delusional belief that everyone would rush to agree with me. Situation leading to the disagreement: A few months […]

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The Casey Anthony Case

May 24, 2011

(This post is completely humor-free. And possibly offensive to some people. Please come back later in the week for fun and laughter!) I can’t look away. Casey Anthony goes on trial today for the murder of her 2 year old daughter. It feels uncomfortable to type those words even. I remember the summer of 2008 […]

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The Schwarzenegger Story Strikes a Nerve

May 23, 2011

Some blog posts are difficult to write. Others are so easy that I think twice before posting them. Take the Schwarzenegger situation. I mean, what is there to say? Man cheating on wife and having out-of-wedlock children= bad. Infidelity = bad. Liars = bad. Fucking liars= bad. See? Who wants to read that kind of […]

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Mad Women

May 21, 2011

After I came home from Mom 2.0, I decided to renew my blogging efforts. It’s not my fault. I met so many wonderful women and (even some wonderful men!) that I was inspired. But since I was sort of tired of this whole “hard work” and “content is King” nonsense, I decided to go all […]

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I Could Have Saved Them A Lot of Money

May 19, 2011

Yesterday I read the New York Times front page story about the $1.8 million report commissioned by the U.S. Roman Catholic Bishops to get to the bottom of the church sexual abuse crisis. The good news is that neither the all-male celibate priesthood nor homosexuality is to blame. That is indeed good news, especially for […]

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