Tuesday, February 21, 2012

How Do You Fight?

Kathleen Turner & Michael Douglas in War of the Roses

Recently Emmett and I got into a fight.  The details are not important; however, let’s just say posting videos to Face Book when you’ve had a few drinks is not a good idea.  But I digress… The skirmish led me to thinking about fights.  How do you fight?  Are you a controlled fighter (being very careful with your words, not raising your voice, letting the other person talk) or are you an out-of-control fighter (screaming, hair pulling, posting pissed off messages on Face Book)? And, most importantly, how do you resolve your fights?

First let me say that I believe fighting (not physical of course) can be healthy in a relationship.  It is an opportunity to really clear the air.  Fighting, done right, can actually strengthen a relationship because people believe so strongly what they are saying that a lot of important issues can be handled. As anyone who has been in a relationship knows, stewing about something or using the silent treatment really isn’t helpful in resolving issues.  Stewing causes resentments and when resentments build up, there can be a volcanic eruption of emotion.  That, most definitely, is not good for a relationship.  Those huge emotional eruptions can sometimes spin out of control and uncontrolled fighting is the worst kind…think of that movie War of the Roses!

I think most people can agree that fighting is just not pleasant, whatever kind of fighting you might engage in; however, it is sometimes it seems unavoidable.  So, if you must clear the air, and an adult-level conversation seems out of the question (because let’s face it, sometimes “talking” about it doesn’t seem to get the message across), what kind of battle do you engage in?

I’m pretty sure that how you fight is often rooted in your culture and how you were raised. Think about it. Some cultures are known for their fiery temperaments and an impassioned throw down might be acceptable in their households; whereas, an argument in a Yankee home might consist of the silent treatment, or cutting someone out of your will.  In some cultures a dispute might be resolved by coming to fisticuffs while in other’s a good game of chess might settle the matter. 

Personally, my style of fighting depends on whether I’ve had time to contemplate the situation or not.   If I am taken by surprise, I attack back in a very flustered way with a bunch of unorganized thoughts.  I get red in the face and can feel my ears burning.  If, however, I’ve had time to consider the situation and plan it out a bit, my style of fighting is decidedly different; I am calm and rational. I do not yell, though I do raise my voice to emphasize my displeasure. 

I usually have several points to make and I almost never cry.   It’s almost eerie how I am able to separate my feelings from the argument and remove the emotion when I’m fighting.  I’m sure that if I were to cry during an argument with Emmett, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.  I think he might just concede the fight to stop me from crying. Hmmm… maybe I should try that tact.

Emmett’s style of fighting has changed a little of the course of knowing him.  When we first met, he would just plain shout if he was trying to drive home a point.  It is how he had operated in past relationships and it had just become a normal way of working through issues.  Since I am not a shouter, I think that over time, he began to engage more in a discussion should we disagree.  There are times when he reverts but generally speaking, he has come over to my way of resolving disagreements.  We have both come to agree that yelling at someone is the equivalent of attempting to dominate them with your point of view.  It is clear that you are not engaged in listening if you are too busy yelling.
An international paper-scissors-rock competition
My sister Ellie (who lives in Japan) has been with her husband Toshi for over ten years.  She claims that they hardly ever fight.  They are both so laid back that it is easy to believe.  She does admit that they have disagreements from time to time. When they can’t agree on something, they use the old paper-scissors-rock (also known as Jan-ken-pon in Japan) to resolve the issue. Most times it works.  I asked Ellie where she got that cool idea from and she told me that some businessmen in Japan use Jan-ken-pon to resolve disputes.  Now that is interesting.

Large Trees Under the Jas de Bouffan
by Cézanne
Years ago, a very successful Japanese businessman named Takashi Hashiyama wanted to auction off an extensive collection of artwork featuring artists such as Cézanne, Picasso and van Gough.  Mr. Hashiyama asked both Christie’s and Sotheby’s to submit a proposal to him of how they would manage the auction.  Both auction houses submitted in-depth proposals but in Mr. Hashiyama’s opinion, they were both equally good.  He asked them both to participate in a match of paper-scissors-rock to resolve the situation explaining "it probably looks strange to others, but I believe this is the best way to decide between two things which areequally good".

Christie’s consulted the eleven year old twin daughters of their international director of impressionists Nicholas Maclean who instructed Christie’s to pick scissors because everyone expects you to pick rock.  Sotheby’s said it was a game of chance and didn’t go with a strategy.  They selected paper. Christie’s won the match and earned millions of dollars in commission.

Emmett and I don’t fight very often, but when we do, it is often over the most trivial nonsense such as “how to hold a fork when using a knife to cut your meat,” or “is ain’t a real word?”  We do not use the paper-scissors-rock method but we often use the internet to resolve our disagreements.  Google has been a real marriage saver.  We are usually both so adamant that we are correct, that we need a non-partisan, objective, way to get the right answer.  Nine times out of ten, we are both correct to some degree.  In the case of the proper way to use a fork and knife, there is both a European way and an American way, both perfectly acceptable.  In the case of the word ain’t, it’s a newer word added to the dictionary because it was so commonly used.  It was improper but is now a “real” word.  Although I still think ain’t sounds ignorant, at best, it is not improper to use it apparently.

In a perfect world there would be no fighting. Everyone would agree.  There would be no wars and we would live in Utopia.  However, this is the real world and disagreements are bound to happen every once in a while.  Since fighting does seem to be a way of life, isn’t it a good idea to examine how it is you fight? Are you effective in your style of fighting?  Is fighting an exercise in futility or do you gain something positive from an entirely unpleasant discourse? 

 No one is saying that paper-scissors-rock resolves all issues, but maybe there are other ways such as rolling dice, Googling, coin flipping, drawing straws or, maybe even good-old fashioned talking it out. The argument Emmett and I had this weekend was resolved by talking it out (and a little yelling on my part to be honest) but maybe next time we’ll do ten paces at dawn (just kidding!) or tic-tac-toe or some other way to figure out how to live in peace with each other.  In the end though, I guess it isn’t how we resolve the issues so much as the fact that when we do (because we always do), the making up is always the best part.
Emmett and me in South Beach, 2006

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Does Your Job Define Who You Are?

Jobs, and what role they play in defining who we are, are on my mind.  I started thinking about the significance of jobs the other day when my step-daughter Kiera landed her first job.  She is about to start working part-time as a hostess in the same restaurant that Emmett and I work at.  Today will be the first day of her work life.  She will, hopefully, be continuously employed until she is 65 years old (70 if our government has its way)… so she has another 49 years of work (give or take) ahead of her, starting today.   I can’t help but hope that those are good, fulfilled years and not just time spent “making rent.”
Kiera at her Sweet 16

Statistics state that the average American has seven jobs (not counting summer jobs and such) in a lifetime. Apparently, I’m above average.  If I count the jobs I’ve had (not counting babysitting, passing out flyers and house cleaning) since the age of 14, I’ve held 23 jobs.  Of those, ten were full time and the remaining were part time jobs that I held while I was a student or as a second job.  That’s an impressive amount of jobs that I’ve held.  The scary part is that I’m not done working yet.  Supposedly, I have another 20 years of work remaining.  I’m a little over halfway through my work life (unless I hit the lottery).  I’m exhausted thinking about it!

Now, I am officially unemployed (save for my part time job) and it’s a strange feeling.  Since 1987 when I started working full time, a job has almost always been part of my identity.  Think about it.  When you’re introduced to someone outside of a work setting, one of the first questions someone might ask is: “what is it you do?”  In the past I’ve had an answer for them:  I’m a secretary, I’m an assistant, I’m a grant manager, I’m an event manager, etc.  It’s a safe question and it gives people a sense of where on the social scale you belong.  Are you worth pursuing a conversation with?  Can you do something for them?  Are you educated or not?  I know it sounds ruthless, but in truth, it is the way many of us assess others.
So, what if you don’t have a job?  Are you still valuable?  Are you still interesting?  Are you still a contributing member of society?  I maintain that the answers are:  yes, yes, and yes.  I submit my mother as the best example I have. 

Many years ago, through a series of events, my mother found herself single with four young girls (ages ranging 1 month to 7 years old).  Because she did not have family nearby and no real support system, she was forced to collect welfare.  My mother made it her business to ensure we were raised well.  She was dedicated to making sure that we ate an all-natural diet, walking long distances and hitchhiking (she didn’t have a car) to ensure that she purchased the most healthy food available for her four girls.  She made sure that those of us in school went daily and did our assignments.  She monitored our TV habits, what music we listened to, what we wore (she made our clothes herself) and how we talked.  She read us bedtime stories nightly and discussed the plot lines with us.  She was unbelievably involved and dedicated.

Mom and the four girls
She has told us many times that she knew it was her job to raise her four girls so that we would contribute to society.  She knew that if she took a job, that we would not have the benefit of her 24/7 care and could not be sure that we would be raised in such a way that she knew would make us well-balanced adults.

While my mom was collecting welfare, she was also busy figuring out how to improve her life… not wallowing in her poverty.  She hated collecting welfare, coming from a bunch of blue collar union workers.  She decided to look at welfare as a government grant to help her get through these hard times and feed and clothe her children.  She attended Al-anon meetings, along with other women who had alcoholic partners, and discovered that in order to really move on, she needed to get a divorce.  My mom couldn’t afford a lawyer (or a car) so she hitchhiked to the Plymouth Library and to the courthouse to research how to get a divorce without a lawyer.  She filed for a divorce (and got one) without the aid/cost of a lawyer and then assisted other women she knew to do the same.  In fact, my mother helped so many women, that a Boston news station did a segment on my mother and what she was doing to help other poor women.   Although she didn’t have a job (per se) she was contributing to society.

When my youngest sister was six months old, my mother met my step-father (who is eight years younger than her) and she was so interesting, that he just couldn’t help himself. He fell in love with this unemployed but very interesting, valuable, and contributing woman.  He found her fascinating.
I wonder, if he had formulated his first impression of her based on her occupation (or lack thereof), would they have had a relationship?  Luckily, he was not one to be influenced by occupations.  What mattered to him, were the same things that mattered to her: family, love, and a shared vision for the future.

My mom and dad, through over thirty years of marriage and many years of hard work (years of owning a health food store, going to school at nights for acupuncture and herbs, etc.), have created a very successful Chinese herb distribution business.  My mother’s life style is light years away from what it was when we were small children.  She has everything that she used to tell us that she would have some day, and then some.  She and my dad have worked very hard for all of it (making sacrifices that no one can imagine) and yet, if you were to ask my mom to describe herself, I’m pretty sure her work and business would come after:  wife, mother and artist.

I believe that your job defines you if you let it.  You are the architect of your own image.  If you want to be known as a doctor, lawyer or Indian chief (or whatever it is you are) then that is your choice.  If you want to be known as a wife, a mother, or an artist or a combination of things, then that is your choice too.  The question is: Does Your Job Define Who You Are?

It is my hope that Kiera will have a happy work life.  I hope that she develops a great work ethic and that she finds a profession that is fulfilling.  I also hope, for her, that it is not her work that will ultimately define who she is.  I hope that she has a clear vision of who she is outside of the work setting and that she fully develops interests in other areas of her life.  I hope that she enjoys her work but that it does not consume her.   If it consumes her, then those next 49 years might not be as wonderful and fulfilling as they could be otherwise.


Friday, February 3, 2012

Holy Guacamole!

It is Super Bowl weekend and I know my Massachusetts friends will be fully engaged in massive Super Bowl parties (cheering on the Patriots, of course).  Food will be plentiful.  After Thanksgiving dinner, Super Bowl is the biggest food day of the year for Americans.  Chicken wings are at the top of the food chain at Super Bowl parties… in fact, Americans will be consuming over a billion chicken wings this Sunday!  In an effort to save some of those poor little chickens, I will humanely release my guacamole recipe (plus some guac tips to keep the dip fresh).

For years, whenever there was a party, my friends would ask me if I could bring my guacamole.  I have to admit, it is a really good recipe (which I learned from a family friend when I was 19 years old).  People have asked me for the recipe throughout the years and I have obliged (a little begrudgingly because I want to be known as the one who makes the best guacamole).   However, since I am no longer in-State, and there are big parties planned for Sunday, I feel the time is right to happily reveal all.
Tips:

1.       Buy Hass avocados only.  They are the best.  The large green avocados have too much water content and do not have the same creaminess that the smaller avocados possess. 
2.       Shop in advance just in case you can’t find ripe avocados.  I have been known to go to three different stores in a fruitless search for ripe avocados.  If you can’t find any ripe avocados (they should been dark in color and have a little give), then put them in a paper bag in the pantry with a banana or an apple.   They should ripen up within a day or two as the apples and bananas release gasses that ripen avocados.
3.       Don’t prepare your guacamole too far in advance as it will brown and also, I’ve noticed, flavor can be lost. 
4.   Putting a pit in your guacamole does not prevent it from turning brown.  To keep your guacamole from turning brown make sure to include lime juice in your recipe and also put plastic wrap directly on the top of the finished guacamole.  It will prevent air from discoloring the dip.
5.       The beauty of guacamole is that it is very flexible.  You can add or remove ingredients to suit your own pallet.  I don’t use cilantro any longer because my husband doesn’t like cilantro – others may love cilantro and want to add double the recommended amount.   When my sister Ellie comes to visit, I don’t add in onions as she hates onions.   If you have fresh ingredients and, most importantly, ripe avocados, you really cannot go wrong.
Ingredients (dip will serve six):
3 ripe Hass avocados (mashed… leave a few little lumps)
1 lime (juiced – about two table spoons of lime juice)
½ cup of cilantro (roughly chopped)
2 cloves of garlic (finely diced)
½ a jalapeno (finely diced)
½ a red onion (finely diced)
½ a green pepper (diced)
2 plum tomatoes (remove seeds and dice)
1 tablespoon of extra virgin olive
½ tablespoon of Kosher salt (adjust to taste)
½ tablespoon of ground pepper (adjust to taste)
1 tablespoon of ground cumin
And now for the big reveal!  The secret ingredient that I believe has had life-long haters of guacamole convert is:  ½ cup of sour cream (lite or full fat).  It just adds that extra umph to the recipe and makes it even creamier.

Take all of the ingredients (the day of the party) and mix them together very well.  You will want to chill the dip ahead of time and serve it with Tostitos Scoops (best chips I’ve yet found for this dip). 
Happy game day everyone!  And, remember, don’t forget to cheer for the Pats!