Five Facebook Past-times Worse Than 'Keyboard Activism'

I am more than willing to admit that I often repost things on Facebook regarding a myriad of activism issues that are very important to me, and I'm happy to do so.  I've been actively involved in 'real life' volunteer work for years as my schedule allows, but having the internet and social networking as a tool definitely contributes to my being able to reach many more people in a much more efficient way than before.  So, I'm used to being met with displeasure or even downright disgust when I post something that's not popular in the mainstream world of parenting.  Once in a while, I get a name tossed at me, and a popular choice of insult seems to be 'keyboard activist', complete with dripping cyber-sarcasm.  I recently got to thinking about this, and even if I did not do a single bit of 'real life' volunteer work/activism, and was truly *nothing more* than a 'keyboard activist', all I could come up with was, "SO?"

What immediately leaps to mind to me are a few things I see all the time on Facebook which are generally accepted with a lack of the bitter distaste that 'keyboard activism' seems to receive.  Here, I offer them for you to consider, and to all of you fellow 'keyboard activists': keep up the good work, friends!  Minds are enlightened, babies are saved, children are empowered and families are strengthened, because you take the time to share your informed words and resources instead of, for example:

1. Facebook-stalking your ex: Oh, yes, I know.  YOU'VE never done it.  Well, um, neither have I!  But knowing that it is a totally common, generally harmless and sometimes incredibly tempting thing to do, people seem to laugh or roll their eyes at most of the curious Facebook-stalking-of-exes going on.  Or they condemn it after they've made sure to delete their cookies, fingers crossed that the latest "check out who's viewed your profile!" was just another scam.  Either way, spreading awareness about important human rights issues cannot POSSIBLY be considered a bigger waste of time, right? 

2. Tagging your friends in unflattering photos:  All right, this one is just blatantly worse than 'keyboard activism'!  COME ON.  It's downright mean.  And I'm not on a soapbox about it because of that awful picture of me with seriously visible granny-panty lines that I quickly untagged. . . . and then was RE-TAGGED IN. . . . . but while I'm at it, people: don't do that!  If someone removes your tag, don't re-tag them!  Just, NO.

3. Farmville obsession:  To be fair, I really don't think there is anything wrong with those games.  I've never gotten into playing one, but they sure don't hurt anybody.  Of course, they don't really accomplish anything either, so if you want to be technical  about it, there is certainly praise to be sung about all the resource sharing that is absent on Mafia Wars or Pot Farm.  Just sayin'. 

4. Drunk Facebooking:  We're all human, and I'm not going to pretend I haven't been introduced to a fine blended drink in this life, myself.  But drinking and Facebook don't necessarily equal a win (at least not simultaneously).  Most of the collateral damage I've seen has been hurt feelings or sheer mortification--  which can't be said with that oh-so-offensive 'keyboard activism'-- but it can even go beyond that.  Let's face it: it's bad enough to update your status saying, "geetin myy drink ooooooon with muh GIRLZZZ!!!! Dont be a playahata!hahahahaaaaaa! WOOOOOOOOO!", but it's even worse to follow it up with a slideshow of a jello shot-induced frenzy where you pose for photos that suggest your glassy-eyed self is about to lick your BFF's boob or something.  Oh yeah, we've all seen those photo albums posted at 3 AM from someone's iPhone, and we've probably all had the decency to at least cringe for our pals (before we start tagging away).  On the other hand, I haven't ever felt embarassed the next day after speaking out about autonomy or discipline without violence. 

5. Trolling: If I could write some holy commandments for Facebook, somewhere on there would be "Thou shalt not troll the activist pages".  Online activism is, by leaps and bounds, a better investment of one's time than being a total asshat to a group of human rights advocates.  Take the Circ-list folks, for example.  That dude that keeps revising Wikipedia's circumcision section clocks some serious hours just trying to perpetuate the availability of misinformation getting out there.  And on Facebook, you don't need to look far to find more disgusting, vile, hate-mongering pages than you'd be able to stomach in a lifetime.  However, while most people often won't even take the three and a half seconds it takes to report a completely offensive page that deliberately does nothing but make fun of, for example, dead babies or the mentally impaired, the same people can often be seeing berating 'keyboard activists' because, well, dagnabbit, they just keep posting those darn old posts about equal rights for everyone.  That doesn't compute for me, but then again, as the saying goes, "You can't make sense out of nonsense", right? 

I guess you all get the picture here.  I'll end the rant and let it go, but I know there are other people out there who must have had the same thoughts floating around in their heads.  If you're a proud online activist who feels fed up with the backlash, you know that at least I'm on your side.  If I have to drunkenly tend a cyber-farm while posting half-nudie pics and maintaining phony hate pages just to fit in or be accepted without negative feedback, I'd rather be a solitary, nerdy keyboard activist.   

When I Met You

When first we met,


I was surprised by your eyes

Not blue, as expected

But brown, like wished upon pennies



When we first met,

and They passed you to me

Your fingers, thin as telephone wire,

stretched just to curl 'round my pinky



When we first met,

the world dropped away,

lost importance, paling in contrast

to the inconcievable smallness of your nose



When we first met,

your mouth searched against my chest,

your hair, silky as spiderwebs,

floating across my neck



When we first met,

your Being stole my heart,

stopped my breath,

changed my world



But. . .



After we first met, 

I didn't know

I believed the wrong people

I let them cut you



After we first met,

I was ignorant of the facts,

blinded my own good intentions

and misled by Those I Trusted



After we first met,

I never knew the scope of the apology I'd owe you,

the risks I exposed you to,

or what I was taking away



After we first met,

I made a mistake

and let you pay the balance

Without meaning to



And. . .



Since then when I met you,

I've kept you from harm,

I've celebrated your laughter

And comforted your little hurts



Since then when I met you,

You've never again cried without comfort,

been left tearfully lurching for an absent protection

you instinctively knew should have been there



Since then when I met you,

I've never again failed you so gravely,

never again cost you so dearly,

would never again let anyone cut you in any way



If. . .



I could go back to when I met you,

I'd protect every part of your Being

I'd erase the one time you were violated

I'd steal you away from Them

I'd grab myself by the shoulders

and not shy away from the apprehension

I let be silenced by Those I Trusted

I'd keep you close instead

I'd hold you at my heart where you belonged

I'd keep all of the joy and forego your pain

and the pain I'd carry later

and the scars I allowed us both to obtain

You've always been nothing but a light in my world

and I am so forever sorry I let some darkness into part of yours

"Spanking Hurts Everybody" by Robert R. Gillogly

http://theologytoday.ptsem.edu/jan1981/v37-4-article1.htm

Co-Attachment Parenting Through Divorce?

This will be a breif post but I appreciate as many comments as possible because I feel desperate for any ideas as to what to do. 

I have only one neice (15 months old) whom I adore and am very close to.  She has lived with me off and on and I have treated her in the same healthy, attached way as I always have my own three children.  I don't think much is needed in the way of elaboration to stress how close I am to this little one for anyone who has ever loved a child!

My sister (her mother) hates the idea of anything "attachment parenting" related but due to my time with the two of them and providing insight as well as scientific studies to back it up, my sister gradually adapted to co-sleeping with my neice.  I felt this was a huge victory.  When DN (dear neice from here) was six months old, my sister and her husband split up and my sister plus her baby moved into my house for a couple of months. 

While I was reading to my kids before bedtime in my husband's and my bedroom, I could hear my little sister in the room down the hall, crying and screaming at her six month old daughter to go to sleep in her playpen while the baby just wailed.  Well, that was not going to happen in my house. 

I flew down the hall and threw open the door.  My little sister was sitting on the bed, head in her hands.  My neice was lying on her back in her playpen, sobbing, with tears streaming down the sides of her face.  I scooped her up and started to sway with her.  She immediately tangled her fingers into my hair, and started to calm down, with shuddering sobs.  My sister said she could not deal with the effort and time it took and was just too overwhelmed and I should place the baby back down and leave her to cry; that eventually, as she had every night for the past three months, DN would exhaust herself and stop crying. 

Instead, with a million things I wanted to say but realized could wait until the next day, I offered to keep DN for the night in our bed, with our kids, and my sister could take a hot bath and get a good sleep.  She accepted (I would not have let her decline!) and I took the little baby into bed with me.  She woke up three times that night and I had her back to sleep within minutes, so long as I was holding onto her (she was long ago used to not feeding through the night due to being denied it) and snuggling with her. 

The next day, my somewhat apologetic sister finally came downstairs toward noon, and thanked me for the extra sleep.  She assumed I'd had none at all.  I went on to explain to her why I had gotten sleep with few awakenings and why the baby hadn't been screaming and crying.  My sister was finally willing to listen. 

Over the next few weeks, I taught her as much as I could about the benefits of co-sleeping; how it is healthy and practical for baby and mother; why it is safe; where the bogus myths that it is a danger originated from; and how she could use co-sleeping to actually get some SLEEP without leaving DN to suffer in angst. 

They were co-sleeping champs before long.  Then something happened I did not see coming; overnight, she went back to her ex.  He hated everyone in her family and we could barely see her.  It was a highly abusive relationship.  Without getting into the details (oh boy, there sure are many!) of that (maybe I'll save it for another post), DN's father insisted on putting her back into the crib.  It didn't work so well this time.  DN would be rocked to sleep, placed in the crib for a short while, and when she awoke in the night, my sister brought her into bed with them. 

This routine lasted for several months.  DN's father became more and more upset the longer it went on.  His mother advocated the CIO method strongly.  He couldn't see the harm in it (we came to find out LATER that when alone with DN, he and/or his mother were also double dosing DN on cold medication to make her pass out so they wouldn't have to 'deal with her').

The relationship between this man and my sister, however, did not last.  He ended up leaving and it was just my sister with DN once more.  They immediately went back to co-sleeping and it was a major success for them both.

Currently, there is a custody battle going on for DN.  No matter what, the father will have overnights with her; he is upfront that he will stick her in an unfamiliar room in a crib-jail, turn off the light, shut the door, and just let her CIO. 

My sister is horrified at the idea; I am DEVASTATED.  There is nothing I can do-- is there?  Has anyone else dealt with this?  Is it possible to convince him to do otherwise?  None of the information or tactics I've tried to take have made any difference to him. 

I literally feel sick to my stomach with anxiety over picturing my neice, who is completely used to co-sleeping by now, being placed alone in a dark, scary, unfamiliar place and forced to cry herself to sleep, again and again and again with each visit. 


Have you gone through this?  Do you know anyone who has?  Do you have an opinion on what will be/should be done/might happen?

Any comment/input/suggestion/story/experience is greatly appreciated!