NO Camp Camp

Summer is here and I have my children in a different camp every week!  Well, not really. I was recently accused of “allowing my children to play unsupervised in the backyard.”  Call me guilty!  They have a childhood.

I haven’t signed them up for stuff all summer.  Why?

1) I want to spend time with them

2)  I don’t have full time job so I don’t need to

3) they need to play

4)  I don’t want to have to be somewhere every morning when I do that 9 months out fo the year

5) They need to play  I’m not the first to say this may experts do.

But, just so you can see what I’m doing to these poor kids and call Children Protective services here is a special report.

Oh, with  a nod to my rabid anti circumcision stance.

I’m a Meme!

I’m so proud that a total stranger would take my image and make vaguely rude or suggestive jokes with it.  After a career in failed cable shows and blogging I think of my circle of fame to be a very small one. That’s why I never minded the mail from prisoners or foot fetishes.  At least someone was watching!  Probably why I love the character of Jenna so much on “30 Rock”.  A mere exaggeration of my own id.

Yesterday a friend emailed me, “OMG, you are meme.  I bet I’m the 100th person to tell you.” No, which means not only do I toil in obscurity, but I have few friends. Or no friends who keep up on meme.  Can’t say I’m that super hip either.  So first,

from wikipedia:

meme (play /ˈmm/meem)[1]) is “an idea, behavior or style that spreads from person to person within a culture.”[2] A meme acts as a unit for carrying cultural ideas, symbols or practices, which can be transmitted from one mind to another through writing, speech, gestures, rituals or other imitable phenomena. Supporters of the concept regard memes as cultural analogues to genes in that they self-replicate, mutate and respond to selective pressures.[3]

The word meme is a shortening (modeled on gene) of mimeme (from Ancient Greek μίμημα Greek pronunciation: [míːmɛːma] mīmēma, “something imitated”, from μιμεῖσθαι mimeisthai, “to imitate”, from μῖμος mimos “mime”)[4] and it was coined by the British evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkinsin The Selfish Gene (1976)[1][5] as a concept for discussion of evolutionary principles in explaining the spread of ideas and cultural phenomena. Examples of memes given in the book included melodies, catch-phrases, fashion and the technology of building arches.[6]

Proponents theorize that memes may evolve by natural selection in a manner analogous to that of biological evolution. Memes do this through the processes of variationmutationcompetition and inheritance, each of which influence a meme’s reproductive success. Memes spread through the behaviors that they generate in their hosts. Memes that propagate less prolifically may become extinct, while others may survive, spread and (for better or for worse) mutate. Memes that replicate most effectively enjoy more success, and some may replicate effectively even when they prove to be detrimental to the welfare of their hosts.[7]

 

So will it be replicated?  Will I be?  Okay here it is.. two screen shots.

Love that Amy Pohler is some how part of this.  I don’t know the other lady, but I can share my meme.  I think the idea is to take the piss out of what a “coolmom” is.

Now some of these are accurate.  I do knock and wait for a response once your are over a certain age.  I would pick up my teens “drunk ass” at a party if needed, it has not been needed, but I have told the interested parties I would.  I do not look the other way if there is pot involved.  I’m not cool that way.  I also wouldn’t buy anybody else children beer, but if my own wanted a sip, sure.  I think the European way on this is better than making a bunch of binge drinkers.  And I’m NOT Stifler’s mom.  But, I might hit on a cute dad! ( kidding.. well maybe after I’ve been married longer)

You can add your own caption to my smiling face.  I did.  I made fun of myself.. well, the picture and image of my meme self that is. Here is the link.

Go on, it’s okay.