Well, the holidays are over and it’s time to start afresh! I’ve already finished one book! It was Becoming Ms. Burton, about a woman who, after recovering from addiction and the stigma of being a felon, started a home for women returning to society after prison. It was quite good.
I’m currently listening to Simon vs. the Homo sapiens Agenda. I cheated and watched the movie before finishing the book, because I thought it would be good for the kids to watch a story about how difficult it is to be gay in high school. They had a lot of questions, partly because it was a PG-13 movie (“what’s sex again?”), and partly because of the topic. I was proud of M, who usually covers his eyes at kissing scenes, cheered at the romantic moment. (Sorry if that’s a spoiler.)
I’m reading Five Midnights, by Ann Davila Cardinal, and Unspeakable Mind, Shaili Jain.
D & M both surprised their mom with new hair colors – pink for D and red for M. (That’s apparently D’s “cute” face and not her “annoyed” face. You can see how I was confused.)
I got over my cold, but then came down with a sinus infection. It’s not a bad one, so it’s all cool. Oh, and my hip has stopped hurting, so I can start training for a sprint triathlon in my efforts to lose weight. I’m typing on my phone, so I can’t put my data table up, but I lost a few pounds over the past few weeks. Hopefully I can keep it off.
2019 Book 47: The New Jim Crow, by Michelle Alexander
In The New Jim Crow, Alexander wrote a study of mass incarceration in the US, including a history of its forerunners slavery and Jim Crow laws. She makes the point that the war on drugs is inherently racist in that in an age of colorblindness people claim they have to racial biases, but they also associate crime with poor black people despite the fact that drug crime is just as likely to be a white person crime (even a middle class white person crime) just as much as a black person crime. Black and brown people are disproportionately incarcerated. This leads to the percentage of black people who are felons his huge. Felons have great difficulty finding a job or home, are “hated” freely by white people across political lines, and are often unable to vote – just like old times when open prejudice was rampant. Because of the high incarceration rate, black and brown mothers are often single, often have to use state and federal help to survive, and are torn between embracing their men and boys as they are, and trying to protect them from mistakes. But there’s one huge difference: in the age of colorblindness, people don’t consider this racism. She suggests that racism won’t be obliterated until colorblindness no longer exists. We should embrace all races with equality.
This is January’s linkup for Social Justice Book Reviews for the 2020 Social Justice Nonfiction Challenge, hosted by yours truly. Please put reviews in the comments section. As they arrive in the comments section, I will read them and then move them to the main text so that everyone can read them more easily.
Invisible Women, by Caroline Criado Perez – @Hibernator’s Library (Feminism)
This is January’s linkup for the 2020 History Nonfiction Reading Challenge, hosted by yours truly. Please put reviews in the comments section. As they arrive in the comments section, I will read them and then move them to the main text so that everyone can read them more easily.
I hope everyone is having a happy holiday season. My two weeks since my last update have gone well. My family is currently in Oregon celebrating Christmas / Hanukkah with my in-laws. It has been a wonderful holiday season for us.
We had a scare two days before we flew out, when IL spiked a temp of 103. We took him into Urgent Care, and found that he had tonsillitis, though we got the ok to fly. He was a bit grumpy for the first few days of of his trip, and so was I, as I have had a nasty virus as well. Luckily, I’m feeling better, though not 100%.
The kids had a sneaky way of providing evidence of whether Santa existed or not. They put out both cookies and milk AND pizza and cider. They put out a coded note saying that Santa could only choose one snack. The code was the numerical alphabet backwards. Santa ate whatever he wanted, and left a coded message saying “I eat what I choose, young mortals.” It’s still up in the air whether Santa exists.
Here’s a few pictures:
Despite my goal to put a table saying my eating habits last week, I was unable to make a post due to our unexpected trip to Urgent Care. But the basic idea is that I binged more than I realized I do. That’s discouraging, but the information will help me be more conscious of my bad eating habits.
I am working on reading Maelstrom, by D. J. Schuette right now. But will soon move on to one of the books that Mark from LibraryThing sent me for a Christmas Swap.