by Marinka on March 12, 2012

Here is a conversation that I had with Mama about the high school that we are considering for our daughter for next year.

Mama: It sounds good school, except I read they have gangs.

Marinka: Well not anymore. That was like in the 70s. Everyone had gangs back then.

Mama: Where did gang go?

Marinka: I don’t know. College, maybe? Graduate school.

Mama: But why no gang now? I worry about gang.

Marinka: I’ll be sure to ask about gangs during Orientation. Now I’m worried that she won’t get into a good gang.

Mama: You should worry. The other day she was upset about something in school and went out to have frozen yoghurt with friends.

Marinka: And?

Mama: Using food to make feel better, not good.

Marinka: Whatever.

Mama: Not a problem for her now, because she does sports, but look what happened to you.

Marinka: …

Mama: No offense.

Marinka: I’m joining a gang.

Mama: Food gang probably.

One year ago ...

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christy March 12, 2012 at 7:37 am

I LOVE it! A food gang! Count me in! I’ll bring the cadbury mini eggs.


Alexandra March 12, 2012 at 8:12 am

Thank you for making me laugh on this grey, drizzly day.

Thank you so very much.

All my wishes, that your girl gets into the right gang.



CSY March 12, 2012 at 9:59 am

I’ll join your Food Gang, too!


annie March 12, 2012 at 10:09 am

My daughters are obsessed with the frozen yogurt place down the street. Do you think that’s gang headquarters??


meekasmommy March 12, 2012 at 10:31 am

I totally want to join a food gang and get together to eat frozen yogurt!


Mo March 12, 2012 at 11:41 am

Frozen yogurt in March? You should be extremely worried, WHO would do that and what would they be thinking?!


the mama bird diaries
March 12, 2012 at 12:28 pm

I would totally join a candy gang.


Liz @ PeaceLoveGuac
March 12, 2012 at 1:12 pm

I was going to make some crack about flashing “food gang” signs but realized I have no idea what I’m talking about. Is that even a thing anymore? I am so behind on gang trends.


Corporate Wife
March 12, 2012 at 1:57 pm

I’m assuming you are in an east coast, not west coast gang. Are you with the Bloody Mary’s or the Crepes?


Awesome Dude March 12, 2012 at 2:34 pm

You are aware of may be 5% of total number of worries and precautions.


Anne March 12, 2012 at 3:00 pm

My kids went to high school in NYC…no problems with gangs. Sorry I can’t be funny about this (or anything, apparently). I love the way you transcribe your mother’s voice.


vicki haken March 12, 2012 at 5:02 pm

Lol. We should get our Moms together. Sounds like they have alot in common!


dusty earth mother March 12, 2012 at 7:38 pm

“Look what happened to you”. Chortling.


March 12, 2012 at 9:01 pm

Wait. I thought we were already in a gang of making ourselves feel better with food. It’s called Motherhood. It’s way better than that gang of making ourselves feel better with drugs (a.k.a. Motherhood in the 1960s) or the gang of making ourselves feel better with sewing projects (a.k.a. Motherhood in the 1940s).


March 12, 2012 at 10:36 pm

I’m in an ice cream gang. Our color is orange sherbet. (Which I could have sworn was spelled “sherbert” but my spell check said NO).


Tinne from Tantrums and Tomatoes March 13, 2012 at 8:10 am

I’m imagining the gangs of the 1970 as tired office drones, exchanging fist bumps by the coffee machine and fighting a territorial war over the copy room.


March 13, 2012 at 2:08 pm

Lol. Can I get in on your food gang? I know I would add a lot to the acquisition and consumption of delicious foods.


March 13, 2012 at 8:47 pm

I have the fan club website started, just hoping and praying your parents will write a blog. Your mother, she’s so witty.


anna see March 14, 2012 at 10:47 am

i def want to be part of the food gang. unless they’re all into sushi. then i’m out.


Mindy March 14, 2012 at 12:26 pm

My mother has pointed out my weight and every drop of food I have consumed all my life. I am a normal weight. (She looks like a bony scarecrow.) A few years ago I started being proactive. Now I walk in and announce, “I’m up 5 lbs!” As if that’s been my goal all along. It takes the fun out of it for her. I can’t be shamed!


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