Monday, October 14, 2013
Berlin day 1: my feet hurt
I would like to use this as an opportunity to call attention to something everyone already knows. Berlin is a big city. Like it's bigger than Chicago and it's way way way bigger than any other German city. It has real city blocks. I got off at the wrong train station because I'm a rookie who just jumped on the train without checking (how hard could it be?) and found myself lost and walking aimlessly with my toddler. After half an hour looking for the U I gave up and caught the next regional train where we needed to be. Then more walking and standing and walking. Lots of carrying my stroller up and down stairs because everyone in Germany knows that the elevator is reserved for perfectly healthy adults who just don't feel like using the stairs and I'm too impatient to wait for them to go first.
I learned that Tauentzienstraße is not the place for me. It's got one of my favorite landmarks but the shopping there is not good. It's too spread out and crowded. So many buses full of tourists blocking the sidewalk. The Zara kids section didn't have Sophie's size in jeans and no place had children's raincoats. The line at the Starbucks was so long we skipped it and the changing room at Karstadt was just ok. I am going to visit Schlossstraße next week because they have a Primark but I've been informed by my husband that the best shopping is at Alexanderplatz.
Today was a little test run. Wednesday is more serious business as we are going to a new playgroup. Sophie did not throw a tantrum, for the first time in weeks. She napped in her stroller and generally acted like she used to in Hamburg. I hope this is a sign she is starting to adjust. Sophie was so exhausted she fell asleep at 7:30. That's perfect because it's Zombie Monday! Last year the Hubbs realized how awesome the Walking Dead is so he'll be watching it with me. :)
x
Sara
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Moving in Germany
The first time we moved was from Dresden to Hamburg six years ago. All we had was my four suitcases of clothes and H's bachelor furniture. Since the moving company didn't have much to move they did a really good job.
The move took two days. One day our stuff was packed and we worked on the apartment. After we returned the keys we spent the night at H's family in Berlin before meeting the movers at our new apartment in Hamburg. It only took them half a day to unpack us. They were done by the afternoon.
The difficult part of that move was returning the apartment. H had installed everything: floor, wallpaper, kitchen and cabinets. The real estate company wanted the apartment back in the same condition it was before. The movers took out the kitchen for us but we had to take out the floor and scrape wallpaper off the walls. Why the real estate company wanted it that way I will never understand. It took both of us working without breaks almost six hours to take everything out. The wall paper was the worst. When we were finished it was a bare concrete box but H got his full security deposit back.
Because we moved while I was waiting for my visa we had to drive back to Dresden some weeks later to pick it up. A big part of moving is going through all the German bureaucracy. You have to register your family, your car(s), and your dog. Mail has to be forwarded, addresses have to be changes for everything. New Internet and utilities must be set up. Things get lost. It's chaos. We're usually without Internet for at least a week because it's next to impossible to get an appointment sooner.
The second move was from Hamburg to Malente. We took the apartment unpainted and it needed some work. Since I was pregnant and working H had to do it on his evenings off. Returning the Hamburg apartment was easier. It came with a kitchen and wall paper so we only had to take out the floor we'd installed and paint the walls. Again, we got the full security deposit.
We used the same moving company that moved us from Dresden. They did a pretty good job except that the second day they showed up hungover and probably still drunk from the night before. I guess they decided to hit up the Reeperbahn? I didn't ask. But you could smell all of them from 15 feet away. Since they were so hung over they did some complaining about how much stuff we had. Even though we didn't really have that much. Our Hamburg apartment was under 700 square feet and uncluttered. For a group of men who weren't sober enough to drive they did a relatively good job. They only thing they broke was a vase, no big deal.
Since Malente is close to Hamburg and we didn't have too much stuff the movers packed and started unpacking in one day. We were able to drive to the new apartment and spend the night in our bed surrounded by boxes of our stuff. We only had the movers put together the big furniture and chose to unpack most of the boxes ourselves. Registering everything in a small town was much easier because there are no long lines at the tiny Rathaus.
This time we didn't want to have drunk hung over complaining movers. We switched companies. H did a lot of research, reading reviews of companies that had broken things and tried to cover it up so the insurance wouldn't have to pay. He was very careful to pick a moving company that didn't have a bad reputation. Switching moving companies might have been a mistake. Or maybe we just have too much stuff now? Three beds, one crib, four wardrobes, two sofas, dining table, chairs, many little end tables etc.. I can understand how movers get tired. Packing and unpacking for eight hours a day is probably tedious. But that doesn't excuse how awful they ended up being. It's important to note that most moving companies will only pay for damages you report within 24 hours of your move so it's vital, no matter how tired you are, to go over everything and make sure nothing is damaged or missing. Even though moving companies have insurance they are not going to tell you they broke something.
This move from Malente to our little Eastern Berlin suburb has been the worst concerning the moving company. They might have been sober but they broke a lot of stuff. They cracked our entrainment set in two places and lost a rather necessary piece of it. They broke the back of Sophie's wardrobe. They broke some glassware. They gouged our coffee table. Some of the work they did was half assed. Like putting up a curtain rod in one of the bedrooms but not putting up a curtain? They were lazy putting up the shelves. They didn't unpack anything in the cellar so we had a tower of boxes to go through down there. When moving the twin beds they scratched the wood floor in Malente. This was less than an hour before we had people coming to look at the apartment. I just barely managed to get the floor stained and waxed in time. Our furniture also showed up at the new place kind of dirty. I was glad I never got around to washing to sofa covers because it would have been for nothing.
One of the conditions we had for the apartment in little Eastern suburb was that we needed to take it with zero work. We didn't want to paint or install floors with a toddler and dog running around. We were a little nervous but happily when we got here on Wednesday it was perfect and clean.
We didn't have to paint the apartment in Malente since it wasn't painted when we took it. It still took H longer to turn it over than he planned. This was annoying for him because we took the apartment in pretty bad condition. The oven, drains and floors were filthy but off course we weren't allowed to return it like that. We expect to get the full security deposit back.
It took the movers two days to pack our stuff this time and one day to unpack. Sophie, Redige and I left for Berlin on Tuesday morning. It took us five hours to make the drive. That extra hour and a half was entirely due to me driving a reasonable speed and making frequent toddler stops. We stayed in a nice hotel in Potsdam. H arrived much later after he'd done everything to return the apartment. The unpacking day was the worst because everyone was tired and Sophie didn't have a proper place to nap or play after we checked out of the hotel at noon. I was never so happy as when the movers left. Sophie fell asleep less than half an hour after they were gone. Since he knew we'd be home H made an appointment weeks in advance for the Internet. For the first time ever it was set up the day we moved in.
Moving companies are expensive but H's employer pays for it. Our first move was only around €3000. Our last move was twice that. I'm interested to see how much their insurance pays for all our broken/missing furniture. Hopefully they will be fair about it. It takes us about two weeks to settle into a new place. There is so much to do. I need to change my address for all my student loan paper work and magazine subscriptions. I'm excited to get a (Berlin!) library card and finally get unpacked someday. We still have a mountain of boxes in our dining room. Unpacking always takes longer than I think it should. That's because there is so much cleaning not to mention the two little ones we have to take care of :)
Moving is stressful and picking a good place to live is important. Especially in Europe where so much quality of life depends on things like the availability of public transportation, the proximity of food within walking distance, Kindergartens and things like parks and tress and grass. I feel like every time we move we have an opportunity to improve our situation. Considering how crazy the last 12 months have been we really got lucky finding this place. It's close enough to the city for me but also to H's work and should be quiet and safe enough for Sophie and Redgie. So I feel lucky and relieved that the hardest part is over.
x
Sara
The move took two days. One day our stuff was packed and we worked on the apartment. After we returned the keys we spent the night at H's family in Berlin before meeting the movers at our new apartment in Hamburg. It only took them half a day to unpack us. They were done by the afternoon.
The difficult part of that move was returning the apartment. H had installed everything: floor, wallpaper, kitchen and cabinets. The real estate company wanted the apartment back in the same condition it was before. The movers took out the kitchen for us but we had to take out the floor and scrape wallpaper off the walls. Why the real estate company wanted it that way I will never understand. It took both of us working without breaks almost six hours to take everything out. The wall paper was the worst. When we were finished it was a bare concrete box but H got his full security deposit back.
Because we moved while I was waiting for my visa we had to drive back to Dresden some weeks later to pick it up. A big part of moving is going through all the German bureaucracy. You have to register your family, your car(s), and your dog. Mail has to be forwarded, addresses have to be changes for everything. New Internet and utilities must be set up. Things get lost. It's chaos. We're usually without Internet for at least a week because it's next to impossible to get an appointment sooner.
The second move was from Hamburg to Malente. We took the apartment unpainted and it needed some work. Since I was pregnant and working H had to do it on his evenings off. Returning the Hamburg apartment was easier. It came with a kitchen and wall paper so we only had to take out the floor we'd installed and paint the walls. Again, we got the full security deposit.
We used the same moving company that moved us from Dresden. They did a pretty good job except that the second day they showed up hungover and probably still drunk from the night before. I guess they decided to hit up the Reeperbahn? I didn't ask. But you could smell all of them from 15 feet away. Since they were so hung over they did some complaining about how much stuff we had. Even though we didn't really have that much. Our Hamburg apartment was under 700 square feet and uncluttered. For a group of men who weren't sober enough to drive they did a relatively good job. They only thing they broke was a vase, no big deal.
Since Malente is close to Hamburg and we didn't have too much stuff the movers packed and started unpacking in one day. We were able to drive to the new apartment and spend the night in our bed surrounded by boxes of our stuff. We only had the movers put together the big furniture and chose to unpack most of the boxes ourselves. Registering everything in a small town was much easier because there are no long lines at the tiny Rathaus.
This time we didn't want to have drunk hung over complaining movers. We switched companies. H did a lot of research, reading reviews of companies that had broken things and tried to cover it up so the insurance wouldn't have to pay. He was very careful to pick a moving company that didn't have a bad reputation. Switching moving companies might have been a mistake. Or maybe we just have too much stuff now? Three beds, one crib, four wardrobes, two sofas, dining table, chairs, many little end tables etc.. I can understand how movers get tired. Packing and unpacking for eight hours a day is probably tedious. But that doesn't excuse how awful they ended up being. It's important to note that most moving companies will only pay for damages you report within 24 hours of your move so it's vital, no matter how tired you are, to go over everything and make sure nothing is damaged or missing. Even though moving companies have insurance they are not going to tell you they broke something.
This move from Malente to our little Eastern Berlin suburb has been the worst concerning the moving company. They might have been sober but they broke a lot of stuff. They cracked our entrainment set in two places and lost a rather necessary piece of it. They broke the back of Sophie's wardrobe. They broke some glassware. They gouged our coffee table. Some of the work they did was half assed. Like putting up a curtain rod in one of the bedrooms but not putting up a curtain? They were lazy putting up the shelves. They didn't unpack anything in the cellar so we had a tower of boxes to go through down there. When moving the twin beds they scratched the wood floor in Malente. This was less than an hour before we had people coming to look at the apartment. I just barely managed to get the floor stained and waxed in time. Our furniture also showed up at the new place kind of dirty. I was glad I never got around to washing to sofa covers because it would have been for nothing.
One of the conditions we had for the apartment in little Eastern suburb was that we needed to take it with zero work. We didn't want to paint or install floors with a toddler and dog running around. We were a little nervous but happily when we got here on Wednesday it was perfect and clean.
We didn't have to paint the apartment in Malente since it wasn't painted when we took it. It still took H longer to turn it over than he planned. This was annoying for him because we took the apartment in pretty bad condition. The oven, drains and floors were filthy but off course we weren't allowed to return it like that. We expect to get the full security deposit back.
It took the movers two days to pack our stuff this time and one day to unpack. Sophie, Redige and I left for Berlin on Tuesday morning. It took us five hours to make the drive. That extra hour and a half was entirely due to me driving a reasonable speed and making frequent toddler stops. We stayed in a nice hotel in Potsdam. H arrived much later after he'd done everything to return the apartment. The unpacking day was the worst because everyone was tired and Sophie didn't have a proper place to nap or play after we checked out of the hotel at noon. I was never so happy as when the movers left. Sophie fell asleep less than half an hour after they were gone. Since he knew we'd be home H made an appointment weeks in advance for the Internet. For the first time ever it was set up the day we moved in.
Moving companies are expensive but H's employer pays for it. Our first move was only around €3000. Our last move was twice that. I'm interested to see how much their insurance pays for all our broken/missing furniture. Hopefully they will be fair about it. It takes us about two weeks to settle into a new place. There is so much to do. I need to change my address for all my student loan paper work and magazine subscriptions. I'm excited to get a (Berlin!) library card and finally get unpacked someday. We still have a mountain of boxes in our dining room. Unpacking always takes longer than I think it should. That's because there is so much cleaning not to mention the two little ones we have to take care of :)
Moving is stressful and picking a good place to live is important. Especially in Europe where so much quality of life depends on things like the availability of public transportation, the proximity of food within walking distance, Kindergartens and things like parks and tress and grass. I feel like every time we move we have an opportunity to improve our situation. Considering how crazy the last 12 months have been we really got lucky finding this place. It's close enough to the city for me but also to H's work and should be quiet and safe enough for Sophie and Redgie. So I feel lucky and relieved that the hardest part is over.
x
Sara
Friday, October 4, 2013
Ikea hell
I like Ikea. Even though I don't like building my own furniture. It's one of my happy places. Give me inexpensive modern minimalist furnishings any day. Furniture with no sentimental attachment. That is good for me because we move a lot and our furniture can't always go with us. I save my sentimental attachment for my family, my dog and my clothes ;)
Anyway, we decided to replace our ugly €20 bookshelves we bought as newlyweds six years ago and pick up a couple organizer like things to organize the stuff we already have. And curtains, since our bathroom currently has none. That's important.
In my head I imagined we would go to Ikea in the morning, swiftly breeze through picking up said few things. We'd be home before noon and unpacked by the end of the day. Then we could enjoy our weekend.
Ha.
First we didn't even leave by noon. Since Sophie is teething she was terribly grumpy and couldn't seem to fall asleep in the car like she normally would. So the first thing we had against us was a grumpy toddler.
Second, since it was chilly today I thought it might be a great day to wear my newly re-soled cowgirl boots. Which just so happen to have three inches of heel. Now these boots used to be quiet comfortable but those were the days before life came with a squirmy ten kilo child insisting on being carried by mama and not papa. Normally I don't have any problem carrying her but normally I wear flats. Always flats and always the more comfortable shoes made by mankind.
My breezy browsing through Ikea with Sophie sitting pretty in a shopping cart was replaced by me lugging both her and my million pound baby bag. Clearly I have spoiled my feet with moccasins because they were screaming with every step. Suddenly I was grumpy too. Wondering why Ikea was so damned big and why I had to walk a mile just to get to the one changing room in the whole place. I was ready to quit before we even started.
So if you want to make a normally plesant trip to Ikea more like hell follow these steps:
1. Bring a cranky 18 month old who hasn't napped properly.
2. Wear stupid shoes.
3. Realize you can't fit everything in your family car because of the car seat.
4. Carry everything yourself instead of offloading heavy baby bag on spouse.
5. Leave late, don't eat a proper lunch and make sure you didn't get enough sleep the night before.
One a more upbeat note, in my misery I committed to drinking more red wine in the form of six positively lovely and huge punch bowl red wine glasses. After we got home I decided Redgie and I needed some quality time. While the Hubby and Sophie made dinner Redge and I walked to the beverage market. We took our time finding a good bottle of lieblich red wine, Spanish not German, as I have been advised.
So today had a happy ending. And I learned absolutely no more heels, ever. Never, ever, ever. Which might mean now I need new ankle boots :) (or maybe I'm just kidding, my husband reads this sometimes).
x
Sara
Anyway, we decided to replace our ugly €20 bookshelves we bought as newlyweds six years ago and pick up a couple organizer like things to organize the stuff we already have. And curtains, since our bathroom currently has none. That's important.
In my head I imagined we would go to Ikea in the morning, swiftly breeze through picking up said few things. We'd be home before noon and unpacked by the end of the day. Then we could enjoy our weekend.
Ha.
First we didn't even leave by noon. Since Sophie is teething she was terribly grumpy and couldn't seem to fall asleep in the car like she normally would. So the first thing we had against us was a grumpy toddler.
Second, since it was chilly today I thought it might be a great day to wear my newly re-soled cowgirl boots. Which just so happen to have three inches of heel. Now these boots used to be quiet comfortable but those were the days before life came with a squirmy ten kilo child insisting on being carried by mama and not papa. Normally I don't have any problem carrying her but normally I wear flats. Always flats and always the more comfortable shoes made by mankind.
My breezy browsing through Ikea with Sophie sitting pretty in a shopping cart was replaced by me lugging both her and my million pound baby bag. Clearly I have spoiled my feet with moccasins because they were screaming with every step. Suddenly I was grumpy too. Wondering why Ikea was so damned big and why I had to walk a mile just to get to the one changing room in the whole place. I was ready to quit before we even started.
So if you want to make a normally plesant trip to Ikea more like hell follow these steps:
1. Bring a cranky 18 month old who hasn't napped properly.
2. Wear stupid shoes.
3. Realize you can't fit everything in your family car because of the car seat.
4. Carry everything yourself instead of offloading heavy baby bag on spouse.
5. Leave late, don't eat a proper lunch and make sure you didn't get enough sleep the night before.
One a more upbeat note, in my misery I committed to drinking more red wine in the form of six positively lovely and huge punch bowl red wine glasses. After we got home I decided Redgie and I needed some quality time. While the Hubby and Sophie made dinner Redge and I walked to the beverage market. We took our time finding a good bottle of lieblich red wine, Spanish not German, as I have been advised.
So today had a happy ending. And I learned absolutely no more heels, ever. Never, ever, ever. Which might mean now I need new ankle boots :) (or maybe I'm just kidding, my husband reads this sometimes).
x
Sara
Monday, September 23, 2013
Why Nazi is a bad word and other stuff
I apologize for the heavy nature of this post. I have to get this off my chest.
I think I first started to be mindful of the way I treated and thought about people during my junior year of college. I had to read a book penned by one of the sociology professors about how racist NIU students behaved. The book is called 'Racetalk: Racism Hiding in Plain Sight' by Kristen A. Myers. I will never forget it. I made sure I never took any of her classes after reading it because I was convinced she hated college students. I'm not kidding, the pages seemed to ooze judgment and seethe with hatred.
But the book was effective because most people were causally saying racist things without a second thought. It doesn't end there. People are classist, sexist, sizeist, misogynistic, ageist, and homophobic. We can discriminate based on a person's nationality, religion, ethnicity, region, language, employment, diet, marital status and what kind of pop culture they like to consume.
People don't like to talk about it because it's awkward, depressing and it makes them feel bad. I have been told to lighten up and not take everything so seriously by many people. But I won't. This kind of thing is important and it doesn't get discussed enough.
It's easy to see bad behavior in other people but a lot harder to see it in yourself. After reading the book I thought about all the things I had said and my friends had said that were probably really, really offensive. I stopped using the word 'gay' to describe things I didn't like. I got on the long road to trying to become a better person one lost discriminatory epithet at a time. I'm still nowhere near where I'd like to be. I took a sociological survey a few months ago that let me know I have moderately negative views towards obese people. At first I refused to believe it but lately I'm starting to notice some things that make me think, yeah that survey is probably right. I need to work on that.
Living in Germany has helped me with my goals to stop acting like a jerk. I still remember one of my first trips to Dresden, sitting in a bar with a bunch of expats, I causally used the word 'Nazi'. Everyone freaked out. One guy said to me in pig Latin 'ixnay azinay!' And then because they were stand up guys they explained to me how in Germany it is a bad word. A word that stereotyped, a caricature, synonymous with saying that all Germans are bad people. Something clicked into place. I started wondering how Germans felt when they watched Indiana Jones movies. How did it feel to be the 'bad guys'? How did that make little German kids feel? Probably not very good. Would I want my daughter to watch something like that? No, of course not. Since then I have seen a lot of offensive stereotypes of Germans on tv. So far my favorite is that they are nudists with horrible accents. Funny? Maybe. Offensive? Very. For the record very few Germans have thick German accents. They learn foreign languages in school and tend to speak them well. And the nudist thing, well it's mostly a gross exaggeration. They're just less uptight about bodies and that's a good thing.
I can't begin to tell you how many tv shows, music, movies are pretty much ruined for me. Remember that episode of Seinfeld with the Soup Nazi? I would never be able to watch that now. I'd feel compelled to turn off the tv. And don't even get me started on all the racist stuff on 'Two Broke Girls' or my Facebook news feed. Facebook is the worst. Yikes. Some days it's depressing salad with animal cruelty dressing. You know who you are people posting pictures of abused animals!
So anyway, I'm on this personal crusade to turn into someone who has empathy for people different from myself. I'm trying to cultivate respect for my fellow human, for their beliefs and values. In doing this I have made myself sensitive to other people's discrimination. To the point where I don't want to hang out with women who body snark or read men's misogynistic comments on Facebook. If someone makes fun of a religion or sexual orientation or mocks a culture I can't have it. Because it rubs off and if it rubs off on me it's going to rub off on my daughter. I don't want my kid to spend her whole life trying to stamp out these bad things. I want her to have a better start than I did.
I know that I can't raise her in a bubble but for now I can influence how much exposer she has to the worst things in life. So I don't want her to hear women calling themselves or others fat. I don't want her to hear someone's mocking religion or sexual orientation. I don't want to explain the thousand of racist slurs out there. Those are bad words to me. Those words are poison that make us into bad people with bad attitudes.
On the other hand I'm 100% fine with the word 'fuck'. As far as I can tell that word doesn't hurt anyone. Feel free to say fuck as much as you want around us, I'm mothertrucking cool with it.
x
Sara
I think I first started to be mindful of the way I treated and thought about people during my junior year of college. I had to read a book penned by one of the sociology professors about how racist NIU students behaved. The book is called 'Racetalk: Racism Hiding in Plain Sight' by Kristen A. Myers. I will never forget it. I made sure I never took any of her classes after reading it because I was convinced she hated college students. I'm not kidding, the pages seemed to ooze judgment and seethe with hatred.
But the book was effective because most people were causally saying racist things without a second thought. It doesn't end there. People are classist, sexist, sizeist, misogynistic, ageist, and homophobic. We can discriminate based on a person's nationality, religion, ethnicity, region, language, employment, diet, marital status and what kind of pop culture they like to consume.
People don't like to talk about it because it's awkward, depressing and it makes them feel bad. I have been told to lighten up and not take everything so seriously by many people. But I won't. This kind of thing is important and it doesn't get discussed enough.
It's easy to see bad behavior in other people but a lot harder to see it in yourself. After reading the book I thought about all the things I had said and my friends had said that were probably really, really offensive. I stopped using the word 'gay' to describe things I didn't like. I got on the long road to trying to become a better person one lost discriminatory epithet at a time. I'm still nowhere near where I'd like to be. I took a sociological survey a few months ago that let me know I have moderately negative views towards obese people. At first I refused to believe it but lately I'm starting to notice some things that make me think, yeah that survey is probably right. I need to work on that.
Living in Germany has helped me with my goals to stop acting like a jerk. I still remember one of my first trips to Dresden, sitting in a bar with a bunch of expats, I causally used the word 'Nazi'. Everyone freaked out. One guy said to me in pig Latin 'ixnay azinay!' And then because they were stand up guys they explained to me how in Germany it is a bad word. A word that stereotyped, a caricature, synonymous with saying that all Germans are bad people. Something clicked into place. I started wondering how Germans felt when they watched Indiana Jones movies. How did it feel to be the 'bad guys'? How did that make little German kids feel? Probably not very good. Would I want my daughter to watch something like that? No, of course not. Since then I have seen a lot of offensive stereotypes of Germans on tv. So far my favorite is that they are nudists with horrible accents. Funny? Maybe. Offensive? Very. For the record very few Germans have thick German accents. They learn foreign languages in school and tend to speak them well. And the nudist thing, well it's mostly a gross exaggeration. They're just less uptight about bodies and that's a good thing.
I can't begin to tell you how many tv shows, music, movies are pretty much ruined for me. Remember that episode of Seinfeld with the Soup Nazi? I would never be able to watch that now. I'd feel compelled to turn off the tv. And don't even get me started on all the racist stuff on 'Two Broke Girls' or my Facebook news feed. Facebook is the worst. Yikes. Some days it's depressing salad with animal cruelty dressing. You know who you are people posting pictures of abused animals!
So anyway, I'm on this personal crusade to turn into someone who has empathy for people different from myself. I'm trying to cultivate respect for my fellow human, for their beliefs and values. In doing this I have made myself sensitive to other people's discrimination. To the point where I don't want to hang out with women who body snark or read men's misogynistic comments on Facebook. If someone makes fun of a religion or sexual orientation or mocks a culture I can't have it. Because it rubs off and if it rubs off on me it's going to rub off on my daughter. I don't want my kid to spend her whole life trying to stamp out these bad things. I want her to have a better start than I did.
I know that I can't raise her in a bubble but for now I can influence how much exposer she has to the worst things in life. So I don't want her to hear women calling themselves or others fat. I don't want her to hear someone's mocking religion or sexual orientation. I don't want to explain the thousand of racist slurs out there. Those are bad words to me. Those words are poison that make us into bad people with bad attitudes.
On the other hand I'm 100% fine with the word 'fuck'. As far as I can tell that word doesn't hurt anyone. Feel free to say fuck as much as you want around us, I'm mothertrucking cool with it.
x
Sara
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