new to you friday–take nine
This online conference occurred last September and was followed by the “Aha! Experience” earlier this month. This remains one of my favorite from all the videos. We all have to fight the temptation to compare our “success” with what other people are doing, and to define that success numerically.
“We’ve equated large with legitimate, and it’s eating our souls.” You need to watch this.
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Two weeks ago today, I and 20,000 of my closest friends spent hours watching segments of “The Nines,” 9+ hours—beginning at 9:09 am on 09/09/09—of videos from some of the evangelical world’s most influential voices. Each “speaker” had just nine minutes to answer the question, “If you could say one thing to Christian leaders, what would it be?”
Of course, some went over nine minutes, and there was a lot of alliteration and three-part outlines. But my favorite was this simple but powerful one by Skye Jethani, the managing editor of Leadership Journal. If someone asked me the question, I’d probably just reply, “What Skye said.” He has three points, but they’re good ones—and only eight minutes, too!
vegging out
It was inevitable, I suppose, that I would become a vegetarian.
For one thing, I don’t like meat all that much–except for In-N-Out burgers.
And in the back of my mind I knew some of the (literally) sickening truths about our modern food industry.
I also knew that if I read Kurlanksy’s book (about regional food traditions before megamarkets and mass production), read Schlosser’s book (about the huge impact the fast food industry has had on our landscape, our socioeconomics, and our health) and watched the movie Food, Inc., that would be it.
So I procrastinated.
Because I like cheeseburgers, even if they are full of fillers washed with ammonia to remove E. coli. I like chicken tacos, even if the slaughter process includes scalding the animals in de-feathering tanks while they’re still alive and aware.
But I finally took the plunge, for a few reasons:
(unless otherwise noted, my sources are the above mentioned books/movies or goveg.com).
Health: My stomach has been jacked up by genetics and stress for years, and I feel much better when I eat a plant-based diet. Not eating meat also makes it easier to control fat and cholesterol and get more vitamins from my calories.
The planet: Although raising grass-fed beef can actually help the environment, 99% of the cows in this country are crammed full of corn and crammed into feedlots instead. This means grassland and forests are being transformed into industrial sprawl, we’re using tons of gasoline and pesticides to guarantee enough corn in enough places, and the process is creating more greenhouse-gas emissions than cars, boats, planes and trains combined. (Check my facts here.) The problem includes poultry and pig farming, as well; According to the Environmental Defense Fund, if every American skipped one meal of chicken per week and substituted vegetarian foods instead, the carbon dioxide savings would be the same as taking more than a half-million cars off U.S. roads (more here).
The animals: According to Food, Inc., in some states farmers want to make it illegal to publish photos of the feedlots. That’s probably not because the areas are humane and clean.
Sometimes the cows are still conscious while they are skinned and torn apart. Both chickens and cows are fed too much and given growth hormones until their legs collapse under their weight or their hearts give out. Pigs receive no painkillers before their tails are chopped off. Chickens spend their entire lives in dark, windowless sheds, sometimes packed so closely they can’t move or lie down. Turkeys’ beaks and toes are burned off with hot blades.
These animals are neglected, kicked, maimed, hung upside down, deprived of sunlight, transported long distances in freezing temperatures and given third-degree burns with branding irons. Treating a dog or cat this way would be illegal.
The grossness: Even if you don’t care about the animals’ quality of life, consider how factory farming affects yours.
“A government health official, who prefers not to be named, compared the sanitary conditions in a modern feedlot to those in a crowded European city during the Middle Ages,” writes Eric Schlosser in Fast Food Nation, “when people dumped their chamber pots out the window, raw sewage ran in the streets, and epidemics raged.” Not only do we leave cattle standing in their own waste, it’s caked to their hides when they go to the slaughterhouses…..and it doesn’t all fall to the floor or get washed off before the meat is ground into burgers.
The FDA currently allows farmers to feed dead chickens and chicken manure to the cows. And to feed dead cows to the chickens.
And according to the USDA, 98% of chicken carcasses are contaminated with E. coli when they reach the grocery store because of the filthy conditions in the sheds where they were raised.
There’s even an argument for vegetarianism in the Bible; although we are certainly told to be fruitful and rule over the earth, including its animals, I find it interesting that there is no mention of Adam and Eve eating meat. God allowed them to eat from any tree in the garden, but only after the flood did he permit eating animals.
So those are my reasons. Now, here are my other decisions:
I won’t be obnoxious about it, compelled to tell everyone disgusting facts about their food. Beyond this blog post, I won’t be one of those people who draws attention to her decision or pontificates on the subject unless invited to share my opinion.
I won’t be unkind. Unless directly asked, I won’t mention it to any hostess who serves meat. (I may even eat it if I decide graciousness trumps conviction in that occasion.) Human feelings are more important than an animal’s.
I will not become a vegan, although that’s the truly intellectually honest thing to do; if I really cared about animal suffering I would give up milk, cheese, and eggs, too—but I like ice cream and cheese pizza and omelets too much. Besides, have you ever tasted seitan? I have, and it makes me gag.
I won’t be judgmental. Some people truly don’t care what’s in their food or how it got there. Others—many, I suspect—know the details are potentially disturbing and choose not to explore further because they like meat and it’s inconvenient to stop eating it. And a few believe it’s liberal and un-Christian to care about animal welfare. (You can have this cheeseburger when you pry it from my cold, dead hands.)
Other than that last snarky comment, I won’t judge those who haven’t made this choice.
Obviously it’s not an issue of salvation. But some of these animals are smarter than dogs and even small children. God (eventually) gave them to us for food, but does that give us license to treat them inhumanely before they’re killed? Mama cows cry for their babies for days after the calves are taken from them and sent to veal farms—does God care, and should we? Yes, humans are to rule over the animals, but does it matter how? And what about stewardship of our bodies? What do you think?
into africa: day two
Oh, Jesus, what a wonder you are!
Oh, Jesus, what a wonder you are!
I love, love, love you . . .
Oh, Jesus, what a wonder you are!
About 30 young grade schoolers sang the words with gusto and hand motions as we stood in their crowded, hot classroom and took it in.
I had never expected that such a place would offer me such a moment of profound worship.
I had been forewarned that visiting Nairobi slums would be difficult and emotional. But no one had predicted I’d be so struck with what our Lord is doing in one of the world’s unlikeliest of places.
Oh, Jesus, what a wonder you are to inspire dozens of educated, competent leaders to work in a place like this.
Oh, Jesus, what a wonder you are to fill hearts with enough love to share with whole communities trapped in squalor and oppression.
Oh, Jesus, what a wonder you are to inspire creative entrepreneurship that not only helps these people, but empowers them to help themselves.
Oh, Jesus, what a wonder you are that you can redeem life on earth as well as save souls for eternity—and use the church to do both.
The church has made possible Hope Partnership, Christian Missionary Fellowship’s enterprise in the Nairobi slums of the Mathare Valley. The work serves Jesus with a three-pronged approach, each of which needs at least a 1,200-word essay to fully explain. But maybe my little summary will help you worship too.
Schools educate orphans and other children of families in desperate situations.
Community Health Evangelism (CHE) trains volunteers to offer a future to those diagnosed with HIV/AIDS and recruit neighbors to address all kinds of basic health and sanitation issues. 
Business Development Services provides small loans and skills training to those who will improve their situation by creating a business that can give them an income. (Read more about CMF’s microloan program here.)
As a result, children are being educated; in 10 years the school program has grown from 50 preschoolers in one rented two-bedroom home to an enrollment of 3,750 in 10 schools.
Meanwhile, 350 CHE volunteers have improved health and offered hope in ways too numerous to mention. Six support groups for those testing HIV-positive meet regularly.
And 457 clients are operating their own businesses in the slum, financed by microenterprise loans that now total about $100,000.
This holistic approach is demonstrating the love of Christ, not just talking about it. But preaching and teaching the gospel is also central to the strategy.
School children learn Bible stories and memorize Bible verses.
Adults seek a relationship with God when they are helped by relationships with his servants.
“Sharing Christ is the bottom line,” said Paul, a Business Development Services director.
And today there are five new churches in this slum, where there were none before the work began. And four of them started in the last two years alone!
Oh, Jesus, what a wonder you are!
(This is the second post from my dad during a “vision trip” to Nairobi with Christian Missionary Fellowship. Scroll down a bit to read part one.)
into africa: day one
On Tuesday of this week, my dad flew to Nairobi as part of a team invited by Christian Missionary Fellowship. I’ve heard from others who’ve participated in these trips how emotionally and spiritually exhausting (and fulfilling) they can be, and suggested that dad process the experience by writing his thoughts—and letting me post them on my blog. Here’s the first one.
“It is a hard trip,” Roy Lawson wrote me after spending a week in Kenya.
And, although I love to travel, my acquaintance with work sponsored by Christian Missionary Fellowship in the slums of Nairobi inspired some trepidation as I anticipated this trip.
I’m one of six in Kenya through March 17 led by Doug Priest, CMF’s executive director. He calls it a vision trip and told me how interest in Nairobi’s urban poor has multiplied in U.S. Christian churches and churches of Christ since he began bringing ministers here.
I realize now why the firsthand visit is so valuable. Even though Christian Standard has published more than one article from visitors to this work, words tell only part of the story. I couldn’t begin to grasp the desperate need faced here everyday until I encountered it myself.
CMF prepped us with facts about the slum where they work. It is packed into 1.5 square miles along the Mathare River Valley in the country’s capital city, Nairobi; 800,000 people live there. Their average income is $1.00 per day, and 40% suffer with HIV/AIDS.
And this is only one slum in this city. Keith Ham, serving with CMF here, told us 70% of Nairobi’s 5 million people live in slums like the one we visited today. 
“This is the nicest slum home I’ve ever seen,” Doug Priest said of the tin-walled shanty where we sat for a few minutes this morning.
Maybe 12 x 14 feet, it is entered through a low door off a 14-inch alley bordered by similar huts jammed together as far as we could see. Jane, a single mother, lives here with her mother and two children.
A naked electric light bulb hangs from the ceiling. Sometimes power comes to it; sometimes not. A square-foot fiberglass panel on one side of the corrugated metal roof allows daylight to penetrate the dark hole. At nighttime, a government-provided light tower rising several stories above the slum banishes darkness, reduces crime, and sends a welcome shaft into this closet-home where Jane lives.
We sat on throws covering benches and some cast-off chairs. The walls were covered with an assortment of paper and cloth. A panel of see-through curtains, something like might have hung at my grandmother’s window, dangled behind Jane as she spoke to us.
“Welcome to our home,” she said. And the CMF-employed social worker who led our tour through the slum helped Jane explain her business. She cooks a stew and sells it on the street to earn her income.
I listened to her story and smiled at her and tickled the belly of her babbling toddler whose runny nose Jane wiped on the child’s shirt. And I sighed with relief as we finally stood to leave and escape back into the noontime sunshine that penetrated the narrow aisle between Jane’s shanty and those beside it.
This is our privilege, we wealthy visitors whose vision is broadened while our eyesight is blurred by the tears that flow when we try to grasp what we have seen and smelled in the slums.
I sit in the comfortable surroundings of Gracia Gardens, the guest house where we’re staying, and reflect on my opportunity to come and see—and walk out of—the oppressive poverty of these people.
Surely we who are blessed with the means to walk away cannot ignore what we have experienced, as if we could ever forget it.
And there is hope. Christ’s love IS making a difference here. I will try to describe how in my next post.
girls scout badges for today’s women
The Upper Hand: Awarded for juggling three bags of groceries, a large purse, a cell phone and mail while successfully unlocking the front door without dropping anything. Bonus points if the grocery bag contains eggs or you are also holding a baby.
The Slim Chance: Awarded to any woman who can wear a size eight after age 40.
The This Too Shall Pass: For handing the communion tray to the person sitting next to you without bitterness that you’re not allowed to stand at the end of the row and receive it.
The Sick and Tired: For keeping one’s mouth shut when, after you’ve spent years of your life pregnant and endured the subsequent excruciating deliveries, your husband a) whimpers like a toddler from a splinter; b) takes to his bed for three days during his annual cold and demands 24 hour bedside service; c) refuses to consider a vasectomy because of his fear of medical procedures.
The Don’t Cramp My Style: For attending two business meetings, accomplishing four things off the to-do list, swinging by the grocery store, and attending a ballet recital/T-ball game/soccer practice while wearing heels instead of curling up under the covers with cramps like you want to.
The Clothes Call: One badge awarded for each shopping trip with a daughter age 8-18 in which you successfully prevent purchases of halter tops, low-rise pants, short-shorts, and anything designed to show one’s navel. Award is not invalidated by daughter’s tears or public outbursts proclaiming her hatred of you.
The Grace Note: For smiling and nodding when, after the meeting you helped lead, one of the male participants asks you to Xerox his notes.
The Big Event: Automatically awarded upon completion of your 20th ladies banquet, tea or retreat involving hats, finger sandwiches, scrapbooking, and/or “spa” manicures.
The Shear Magic: For blowdrying your hair into a style remotely resembling anything you left the salon with after your last cut.
The Wonder Woman: For somehow summoning the superhuman strength not to say, “No, PMS isn’t the problem. You’re just especially annoying today.”
new to you friday–best.video.ever
Originally posted in 2007, this may still be my favorite video on this blog. Well, this or John Daker.
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Just in time for Monday morning, here’s a video to help you start a new and exciting ministry at your church.
You’re welcome.
money, meet mouth
I’m a firm believer that it’s unfair to criticize something if you’re not willing to be part of the solution.
For instance, last Sunday the person clicking through the song lyrics and scriptures during the morning service at my church was either high, unable to read, a high schooler, or all three. Sometimes the words never appeared. Sometimes they appeared late. Sometimes we were treated to the chorus during the verses. Eventually I just sang with my eyes closed, which had the double advantage of keeping me sane AND making me seem super spiritual.
To be fair, this rarely happens, and I found out later it’s because the team recently switched systems and is still working out the bugs. But that’s my point—I found that out because I made a beeline to one of our staff people after the service and offered to help.
So, a few weeks ago I wrote a post questioning the NACC’s current mission and calling for “an overhaul of messaging methods and branding.” I can’t fix the mission part, but I already spend hours creating blogs, email updates and social media for other organizations. When Ben Cachiaras, this year’s president, asked me to do the same thing for the NACC I was more than willing.
The 2010 convention has a really strong program, but not enough people know about it. A few months of me sending emails won’t reach everyone or convince everyone, but it’s a good start at spreading the word and, yes, being constructive instead of just constructively critical. (Full disclosure: I am being paid a little bit.)
So over the next week I’ll be developing a weekly eblast that will not only promote the convention but will link to resources: articles, blogs, and videos by the 2010 main speakers and workshop presenters. We’ll also be sharing some of this info via Twitter, Facebook and YouTube. I may organize a blog tour in April.
I’m willing to help, but we need you, too. Join our Facebook page and invite your friends. Follow us on Twitter and retweet our stuff. Subscribe to the YouTube page and pass along a video you find interesting. Leave your blog URL in the comments if you’d be willing to write something about the convention on your blog this spring (I’ll even send you sample copy!). And email me (jen@seejenwrite.com) if you want to be added to the weekly email list.
The NACC still needs to address some bigger issues, in my opinion, but I’m willing to help this much, this year. Are you?
pros and cons of homeschooling: 5 opinions
This is long. Skim if you want. But it’s an important issue to talk about, and I’d love your feedback in the comments.
This video by Christian comedian Tim Hawkins pokes fun at the homeschooling stereotypes—some, I’ll admit, that I share.
But while I have my own opinions, I don’t have my own kids, so I decided it was fair to hear from those who do.
I talked to four families, two who homeschool and two who don’t. Here’s a summary:
Pro
Although one of the generalizations often made about homeschooled kids is their lack of social adeptness, Byron Davis lists “socialization” as one of the top reasons he and his wife are teaching their son at home.
“My son, who’s 8, interacts with other kids every day, kids of different ages as well as adults,” he says. “We find he’s more comfortable working with older people than other kids his age are.”
Chris Smith agrees that his two first-graders receive plenty of interaction with other kids in the homeschool co-op he and his wife help lead at Englewood Christian Church. Several adults share teaching duties for the ten students ranging from 1st-6th grade.
“I don’t think the socialization objection is valid,” he says. “If people are teaching just their one or two children, just at their home, it may be more of an issue. A co-op is different, and most of the kids are also involved in other activities outside our school, like sports and art programs.”
Chris points out that he and his wife also intentionally engage with the families and kids in their urban neighborhood; this environment leads to the social growth of their children but has poor-quality schools that, in part, influenced their decision to homeschool.
Another common stereotype is homeschooled kids are isolated and sheltered from the world—and their parents want it that way because of the evil forces permeating our public schools.
Chris acknowledges this attitude does drive some parents. “Some of the homeschool agenda is driven from fear of what’s ‘out there,’” he says.
“But the bottom line is if we are in Christ, there is nothing to fear. That shouldn’t be the reason Christian parents choose to homeschool.”
Byron agrees. “We wanted to help our son develop a biblical worldview that is not afraid or sheltered from differing opinions, but is comfortable in thinking differently.”
Byron also says homeschooling can actually avoid this isolation from the “real world” because of its inherent flexibility for excursions out into that world. His son currently takes courses from college professors, studies music with a graduate student, learns about art from a professional artist and practices his Spanish with a native speaker.
That sounds WAY more fun than my school experience.
I love to learn and read but I hated school: every movement dictated by a bell or the precious hall pass, the EARLY mornings, the worksheets. Some of the homeschool critics point out this routine is preparation for the world of work, which is true but sad (and probably a major reason why I now work for myself, at home. Hmmm.)
Anyway, Byron and Chris believe homeschooling allows for better formation—both intellectual and spiritual.
“I think it instills a love for learning and supports creativity,” says Byron. “It also reinforces the value of lateral thinking, not just the linear sequential thinking so often taught. And I see homeschooling as an integral part of discipling my son. I love leveraging teachable moments.”
Chris focused on an even broader perspective.
“We think a lot of the educational process is formation into consumerism or nationalism,” he says. “We want our kids to be formed primarily by the church and the authentic community we find there.”
Not so pro
I label it this, instead of “con,” because most of these folks were fairly supportive of homeschooling done well.
But “done well” is huge.
“The homeschooling group in our church had strong leaders,” says Maribeth Pippenger, who worked as a teacher in the public schools for many years. “When parents decided to homeschool, one woman—who successfully taught all six of her own kids—would really challenge them to consider the huge time commitment and the work required. Not every parent is homeschool material, and that’s okay.”
Another friend, who requested anonymity “because I like being friends with my in-laws” chooses not to homeschool his four kids and questions not the subject matter homeschooling might teach, but the work ethic and attitude.
“I don’t always like work, but I still have to go,” he says. “I learned early on that sometimes you have to do things you don’t feel like doing. I’m not saying all homeschooling parents operate this way, but you’re not doing a kid any favors if he doesn’t learn self-discipline.”
Maribeth is even more direct. “Often these kids buckle under deadlines and competition,” she says. “They’re not used to either one.”
Both interviewees also mentioned the fear issue. Although both Maribeth and her husband Milt, who served as a school superintendent, tried to build relationships with the homeschooling families in their community, some parents did perpetuate the stereotype of isolation in response to a public school “agenda.”
“Some homeschoolers at our church looked at public schools as the enemy, and some families wouldn’t speak to me or Milt because we fraternized with the enemy,” Maribeth says. “We always approached our work as a mission field. Do not shoot the soldiers who are down in the trenches trying to be part of the solution!”
“No matter where kids go to school, eventually they are going to be exposed to other ideas and lifestyles,” says my anonymous friend. “My kids aren’t going to live at my house forever. I’d rather have them learn these things while I still have the influence as a parent to help them process their thoughts and choose Christian responses.”
“And I always liked having Christian kids in my classroom,” Maribeth says. “I wasn’t allowed to talk about my faith, but I taught art, much of which uses the Bible as subject matter. It was great to ask the class if they understood a piece and hear one of the kids share the whole biblical story.”
They also point out the public schools just do some things better. “I always told homeschoolers, ‘you are tax payers and you are entitled to bring your kids to school for anything you can’t do at home,’” says Milt. “Often they took advantage of higher level math classes, instrumental music or driver’s ed.”
“And there will always be public schools to help with therapy and learning enrichment for special needs children,” Maribeth says. “Now that we have a grandson of our own who needs that extra help, we are so grateful it’s there.”
My opinion
So after all this input from parents and educators, you really just want to know what the childless freelance writer thinks, right??
I think it depends on the specific parent and specific child.
I think parents must honestly evaluate their own ability to plan and present lessons, week after week after week. I think parents must honestly consider the personality and learning style of their child.
I think the decision must be made as an intentional part of a larger value system, as Bryon and Chris demonstrate, not as a reaction to perceived “evil” in the public schools.
I think parents who homeschool must not believe this one choice will protect their children from other influences.
I think parents on both sides of the issue should attempt to understand and even help each other.
I think both should involve their kids in a good youth group at church and other non-academic activities.
And I think that, while I may have benefited from kindergarten and first grade at home, my mom and I would have killed each other (love you, mom). Instead I went to public school, excelled academically, participated in extracurriculars, dated, and went to a top-rated college where I kept my faith. In other words, turned out just fine. And last year I stopped asking for a hall pass to visit the bathroom.
new to you friday–an open letter
This post resonated with a lot of people—several left comments on my Facebook page, a few mentioned it to me in person, and others commented on the original post. Apparently many of you can relate to my desire for formulas and “fairness” in relating to God. Or perhaps you share my super healthy and productive spiritual gift for comparing myself to other people.
Maybe we can negotiate a group rate for therapy. In the meantime, share your thoughts in the comments (or wherever brings you joy). I wonder if there’s a Facebook fan page for the elder brother…….?
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Dear Dr. Keller,
Thank you so much for speaking at Christ Presbyterian last week. I love that you still make time for the handful of churches that helped plant Redeemer 20 years ago. Thanks for traveling so far, and on such a brutal travel day, when Nashville received a whole 1/8″ of snow—almost enough to cover the grass. Sheer bravery, sir.
It seemed everyone was reading your latest book during Christmas, and I enjoyed the opportunity to hear your own summary of its message and the application to church life. Your description of healing spiritual communities and our responsibility to them as family members should be required listening for every Christian, both leader and layman, and if you ever release it as an MP3 I’m forwarding the link to everyone I know.
But I’m not as eager to share the first half of your lecture, because it taps directly into the most personal spiritual questions I wrestle with. For those reading this blog who weren’t there and aren’t you (that would be just about everyone), the first half of Wednesday night’s talk revisited the parable of the prodigal son and showed how both the prodigal and his older brother are guilty of disobeying the Father—one through promiscuity and rebellion, the other through self-righteous moralism. They both want the Father’s gifts instead of relationship with the Father, and although the elder brother expresses that desire in more culturally and religiously acceptable ways—obedience, duty, judgmentalism—both are lost. Both want to be their own master and savior, and the only solution for them and for us all is Jesus and his willingness to bring each of us back to the family at his own expense.
As you spoke, I could almost see light bulbs snapping on above people’s heads. Most of us have heard this parable dozens of times and think we understand our role as the prodigal and God’s role as the Father rushing to extend grace. I’m sure your brilliant exposition of the story caused many in that audience to realize for the first time their identification with the older brother and their own tendency to choose rules instead of relationship.
But here’s the thing: I get than I’m an elder brother.
Whether it’s this parable or the one in Matthew 20, I always identify with the long-suffering character who feels cheated. Like the prodigal’s brother or the early morning vineyard workers, I show up and do my job and fulfill expectations. I work hard and remain loyal and try to be obedient. I do stuff I don’t want to do and give money I don’t want to give. I demonstrate character when it would be easier and more fun to throw a screaming fit. I try to take the high road although traffic is light.
However, I don’t feel cheated because the prodigals receive grace and blessing just like me. I feel cheated—no, I believe confused, frustrated, and furious would be more appropriate—because they often receive way more blessings, the blessings I want, the blessings I deserve not because I am a righteous person but because God promised them.
Both the elder brother and I may be too rules-focused, but neither one of us set up the rules—the Father did. He promises to fulfill our hearts if we delight in him (Psalm 37). He promises to make our paths straight if we acknowledge and follow him (Proverbs 3). My heart is less than fulfilled and my paths are more crooked than Bernie Madoff. So either He changed the game or He wants the rules to remain unclear—is it really that terrible to feel betrayed?
I’m continuing to obey despite my limited understanding. But I do wish the parable had a third sibling—the sister who doesn’t want to control the Father, she just wants to understand His actions once in a while……even if it’s as infrequent as Nashville getting a real snow.
Thanks for reading.
Jen
things I don’t understand, part 8
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Why just one small section of my hair is naturally wavy.
Voluntarily checking carry-on luggage.
Most of what my neighbors do.
Dry-clean-only pajamas.
Sororities. So with enough votes she’s your lifelong “sister”—without them she’s a nobody?
Couples who sit side-by-side instead of across from each other at restaurants.
Long nails, real or fake. How do these women get anything done?
Buying expensive baby clothes.
How men are brave enough to storm the beaches of Normandy with a canteen and a bowie knife but can’t initiate a ten minute conversation to break up with a girlfriend.
Enjoying winter.
Yes, there’s more.

