An Open Letter to Middle School Girls

...or almost middle school, or just left middle school - you get my point. 

Dear beauties, 

Hey. 

Yeah, I know. I really do know. Middle school, right? WOW. It is so freakin' brutal. It's like that for everyone. It has been like that for everyone since they invented middle school. If you live somewhere where they don't call it "middle school," I'm talking about grades 6-8, and ages 11-14. Call it "intermediate school." Call it "junior high." Whatever you want to call it, it is ROUGH. 

Having been through middle school and having taught middle school, I consider myself pretty proficient in how it works. Somehow, regardless of who you are and what you bring to the table, middle school is unkind to to every single person who passes through it. My dad always said, "If we really wanted to win a war, we'd deploy a plane full of 12-year-old girls. That'd do it." Oh man, how true that is.

Teaching middle school, I heard the meanest things anyone has ever said to anyone else. 
Going through middle school, I said the meanest things anyone has ever said to anyone else. And had them said about me. And so does everyone.

But here's the big difference: when I was in middle school, there was no such thing as Instagram. No Snapchat. No Facebook, even. Social media hadn't been invented yet. 

In my own middle school experience, if someone was talking behind your back, they did it the old-fashioned way: when your back was turned. When you left the room. In the corners of the locker room at P.E. On (now-archaic) three-way-calls after school -- and, by the way, to make those calls, one had to ask, "Is Jennifer there?" to Jennifer's mom. Because it was a landline. Because it was 2000. 

But the game has changed, my friend. Just like YouTube videos or Vines, meanness can be viral. It spreads like a plague from one smartphone to the next, and before long, everyone has seen/read/heard/watched something horrible about you. 

I honestly can't imagine what that must be like. 

As a 12-year-old human, I looked like this: 

Well, it's me and April. But I think we can all tell who's who.

Well, it's me and April. But I think we can all tell who's who.

Okay, the first one was just to make you laugh. That was me getting my braces. Oy. 

But the second one - please take note of a few things. Braces, first of all. Unkempt baby hairs everywhere. Chubby cheeks. I don't think I wore makeup yet. This picture happens to be from my 12th birthday. At this particular birthday party, we had cake and watched Stepmom on my back porch. It was awesome. 

I didn't worry about how cute my party was because I wasn't going to post it on Instagram later. I didn't worry about whether I had dark circles or wrinkles on my face, or about how thin I looked. I wasn't adding this photo to my Snapstory or editing it on Facetune or ANY. OF. THAT. SHIT. 

(I said, "shit." Know what kids in middle school say when their parents aren't listening? "Shit." Everyone calm down.) 

If you're in middle school today, the world is telling you that you aren't good enough. The world has always told middle schoolers that. But now, the world has new technology to drive the point home. The fact that there is an app called "Perfect 365" in which you edit yourself to look, you know, perfect...365 days a year...is terrible. The further fact that a new version of middle school mean-girl three-way calling is for someone to pose in a picture alongside a friend, then edit ONLY themselves, leaving the other person to appear (heaven forbid!) unedited, and therefore less attractive, is MIND-BOGGLING TO ME. 

On social media, we curate a very particular version of ourselves. We like to choose or best, prettiest, funniest moments. EVERYONE does this. The problem is, it's not terribly genuine. And in lots of cases, especially middle school, it just gives people another platform to say mean things about you. 

Snapchat changes their filters all the time, but one that has stuck around is the "Beauty" filter. This filter...well, actually, let me just show you. 

I tried to make the same face, but you get the point. The left-hand photo is me, unfiltered, regular ol' MC. Although I am doing what Jordan calls my "social media face," wherein I do not show my teeth and try to get the apples of my cheeks to pop. (See? I, too, am ruined by all this crap.) The right-hand photo is me with the Snapchat's "Beauty" filter - you can see that my skin is suddenly glowing and poreless, my eyebrows are perfectly manicured, my eyes are bigger, my nose is slenderized, my jawline and chin have been tapered and shaved down. 

I have to tell you something, middle school girls: 

This is all bullshit. 

(I know, I said "shit" again.)

You know how self-conscious and insecure you feel? I have a secret - every SINGLE person in middle school feels this way. Some days, you'll mask this insecurity with confidence and it won't bother you a bit. These are awesome days. These are the days you'll laugh out loud - not at people, but with people. You'll dance goofy dances. You'll fail a test, but so will your best friend, so it's all kind of okay. You'll stop the gossip around you and talk to the new kid in school even if you risk losing cool points. You'll freely like and comment on the Instagrams of your friends without saying anything ugly or snotty about them. You'll throw yourself into whatever it is you care about with abandon. On these days, you will be your best self. 

Some days, on your less-than-lovely days, your insecurity will win. You will say something nasty about someone, it will get back to them, and you'll have to sit with the knowledge that they'll probably remember your words for a long time. You'll throw a friend under the bus in class. You'll let boys be more important than your girlfriends. You'll sneak out of the house, or send your boyfriend a picture of yourself in your underwear. You'll pass around a photo of a girl in her underwear - a picture she sent her boyfriend in private - and ruin that girl's reputation. She might change schools because of it. 

(A note here for all parents who may be reading this and think that middle schoolers sending each other sexually inappropriate pictures isn't a Thing: it's a Thing. Heads up.)  

These will not be your finest moments. They are ugly moments. They're moments that you'll cringe about for years to come. Whatever the severity of the ugly moments - be it idle gossip or going too far with a guy - everyone will have them. 

The idea that any of us - ANY of us - Kylie Jenner included - leads a Perfect 360 life is a Perfect 360 lie

It's just not REAL. 

Realness does not exist in a screen.

Have you ever seen a sunset and pulled out your phone to try and photograph it, only to be totally disappointed that your picture isn't reflecting how truly awesome what you're looking at is? 

That's because reality is TOO BIG FOR OUR SCREENS. It's just too big and grand. It won't fit. 

The true, gritty, weird, kooky, off-beat, awkward, brace-face, chubby-cheeked, "does the robot at parties because you're too self-conscious to dance" realness that is YOU is just so unbelievably fabulous that it doesn't fit in a frame. It can't be captured with 140 characters. It can't be polished into submission on Facetune. You are too awesome for that. You are too good to be shoved into a tiny box with a giant lightbulb and a touchscreen. You're too good to try and edit yourself down to what other people think you're supposed to be. 

So listen to me, because I'm older than you (I've been waiting years to say that, okay? I know it was annoying but just let me have it): 

Go forth and be kind, and be weird, and be real. But do not go forth and be perfect. If I catch you attempting the myth of perfection, I will come to your house and scribble on you with permanent marker until you remember what I said about being kind and weird. 

As you're starting school, you're going to feel a lot of pressure to be perfect. Remember instead to join a club or a team, to be respectful to your parents and teachers, to stick by your friends. Remember how awful it felt when someone said that crappy thing about you, and try to not say a bunch of crappy things about other people  -- in person or on the Internet. Hold on to the people who make you feel good about you. Be that person for someone else. 

Whoever you are, go be that person. Unfiltered. 

(And just for the record? You're right. You can do that math with a calculator when you grow up and you don't actually have to learn it. Don't tell your parents I said so.) 

Love, 
Mary Catherine
(Who still looks exactly like this in her own mind.) 

5 Things: Isolated Vocals

I know this is nerdy, but stay with me - I think you'll like it. 

One of the great things about having grown up in a musical family is that either my brother or my dad (or both) clued me in to the glory that is an isolated vocal track. An isolated vocal track is exactly what it sounds like it's going to be - a song you know, but without the music - just the singing. 

Some might call this "a cappella," but it's not, really - a cappella music is intentionally sung without music, while these isolated vocal tracks were originally sung WITH music. Only now, the music has been taken out, so only the vocals are left. 

The difference is that when a singer performs a song a cappella, he or she is very concerned with hitting notes exactly right, variations in volume, etc. - they know that whatever they sing is ALL the audience will hear, and they don't have any music to rely on. But when a singer sings to a backing track, sometimes they get lazy and depend on the instrumentation to beef up their performance. 

Listening to an isolated vocal (especially older ones like these, pre-autotune), gives you an idea of just how talented these performers were. These tracks are so compelling, such technically and emotionally rich performances, that you really don't need music at all. 

1. Michael Jackson - Billie Jean

First up, one of the greats. This is a fun one to start with because Michael Jackson had all kinds of little chirps and "Woo's!" that make it super entertaining to listen to. Rumor has it that when Michael recorded music, he asked that the recording booth be pitch black dark except for a single spotlight where the microphone would be. So the engineers would see him pop up to sing, then for the next 8 bars or so he'd totally disappear because he was dancing around the booth in the dark, only to reappear to sing his next part. 

The King of Pop, everyone: 

2. Queen and David Bowie - Under Pressure

This may actually be the greatest isolated vocal of all time, so I'm sorry I put it so early in the list. But I'm not sorry that you're about to have your brain melted. The creative choices that these two geniuses make - it's pretty out of this world. 

3. The Beach Boys - Wouldn't It Be Nice

If you haven't seen the movie Love and Mercy, which is based on Brian Wilson's life, you should go rent it right now. It's so moving, and tells the fascinating story of how Pet Sounds, one of the best albums of all time, was created. Listening to these young guys sing their guts out on this track is really special.

4. Whitney Houston - How Will I Know?

There really isn't even anything that needs to be said about this, except for WHITNEY WE LOVE YOU AND WE MISS YOU. This freakin' excellence speaks for itself. 

Just LISTEN to how good she is. I mean, seriously. It's not even right. 

5. Beyonce - Love On Top LIVE

Keep in mind that she is live, meaning she's probably also dancing around the stage and NAILING. EVERY. NOTE. Beyonce is not a real person. She is a beautiful robot from another planet sent to remind us that we are not worthy. 

And because I am feeling shady this morning...we'll throw this in just to compare with the greats. 

"But she's singing live, Mary Catherine!" 

Yeah, so is Bey. (To be fair, she does nail it at the end - but it, you know, takes a few tries.) 

Have a fantastic weekend, people! Go listen to some good music! So much love - 

Please Stop.

In college, my favorite favorite FAVORITE blog was written by a genius named Allie Brosh. 

One of her best entries was about a code word that she and her friends were forced to use: "Please stop." 

I'll let Allie take it from here: 

When I was a child, one of the things I enjoyed doing was hitting other children with a stick.   Many of my classmates also enjoyed doing this.  We would walk through the forest in back of our school, trying to find the biggest stick we could feasibly wield as a weapon.  When we found the right stick, we would lure an unsuspecting child out of the teacher's sight during recess and attack them.  We called this game Stick War and it was the best game ever as long as you weren't the one being beaten mercilessly. 
 

We were able to secretly play Stick War for almost three whole days before one of our asshole classmates ruined it by calling for help when we wouldn't stop hitting him.  Our teacher was furious.  She sat us down and told us that from then on, if any one of us felt like we were being treated unfairly, we could yell "PLEASE STOP!" and the offending party must stop or face dire consequences.

Life after Please Stop was very different for us. We could no longer overpower our classmates with our brutality. 

No matter what was happening to you, you could always count on Please Stop to prevent it from continuing. It was a magic bullet of pure power. 

 

Thanks, Allie. 

Many, many times throughout this election cycle, I (and probably you) have thought, "Please stop." Because I have friends of all political and social leanings, I don't post a lot about politics on this blog. Well - I did post a goofy letter to Donald Trump, but that was when he was one of a thousand Republican primary candidates, not the nominee. 

At this point, though, Donald Trump has managed to offend absolutely everyone I know in some way. Donald. It's almost amazing. 

So here are some thoughts. But because I believe in kindness above almost anything else, I think it's important to say, "Please." 

Please stop insulting the families and traditions of veterans who died for this country. 

Please stop casually implying that people have the option to assassinate Hillary Clinton should she become president. 

Please stop making fun of people with disabilities. 

Please stop saying that Mexicans who illegally immigrate to this country bring crime, drugs, and rape. 

Please stop telling people that Senator John McCain, famous POW, is not a war hero. 

Please stop telling people stories about a video you saw (that, in reality, doesn't exist) where money was airlifted to Iran. 

Please stop bullying new moms at your rallies.  

Please stop suggesting that Russia hack your opponent's e-mails. 

Please stop saying that the PRESIDENT OF THESE UNITED STATES is the "founder of ISIS." 

Please stop shooting your mouth off about nuclear weapons.

Please stop. 

Please stop. 

Please stop. 

Listen: every candidate, throughout the history of presidential elections, has said and done things we wish they wouldn't. If you know me well, you know that, though I lean left on the political spectrum, I want there to be two solid, respectable, fantastic people in the race for President of the United States. That's democracy. That's beautiful. 

I know that some would argue we have zero solid, respectable, fantastic people in this race. I hear ya. 

But this guy? This is some next-level, pretty much completely unacceptable no matter who you are stuff. 

You've hurt feelings, incited outrage, shocked, appalled, and bullied. Come on, dude. Seriously. Please stop. 

 

DIY - The Chairs are DONE.

Well, my fourth grade teacher would say, "Cakes are done, people are finished." So...the chairs are finished? Anyway the point is LOOK AT THIS. 

And it only took us four months. (Hahahahahaha get it?? Because four months is a really long time.) 

We started this project in late April when I saw some chairs at an estate sale with a friend of mine. I brought them home with the earnest intention of refinishing them alllll by myself. To be fair to me, it did at least start as an independent project... 

...it wasn't so successful. This was taken right after I Googled "How do you use a palm sander?" and then went on to sand an entire corner of this chair clean off. 

Oops. 

Thankfully, I married a handyman who came to the rescue. 

My hero. 

If you haven't read through the first three posts about this project, I encourage you to do so now so that you can appreciate the glory that is the final product right along with me: 

Here's Part I. 
Part II.
And Part III. 

I don't have many pictures of Jordan finishing the chairs because he did the last bit of work while I was out of the house. (I'm just realizing that probably wasn't an accident.) All the hard work of stuffing the chairs, putting the nailheads in, etc. is lost to time. Here are the last ones I took of Jord: 

Okay. So. Ready for the reveal? Here's how they started: 

Sitting at the estate sale, waiting to come home with me. 

Sitting at the estate sale, waiting to come home with me. 

And here's that same chair now: 

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Jordan says, "They're not my best work, but they're pretty good." 

I, on the other hand, and happy with them. For a DIY project, I'm proud! 

Changes we made from our original plan: 

  • We had originally planned to paint the chairs grey, then gloss them over. We decided we wanted a more blue-based color and no shiny topcoat. 
  • Jordan decided to leave the arms of "his" chair white. He thought it looked cool. And it's his chair (his chairs, really), so we left it! 

Some things I learned during this project: 

  • "Good enough" is not good enough. Go ahead and do a task fully, to perfection, even it it takes longer. 
  • Doing something from a tutorial you found online is sometimes a recipe for disaster. 
  • Having a husband who's good at things is a life-saver. 

Hooray for this project being OVER, but truly, I'm really happy with the results. This also inspired me to re-design our bar and make a collage of magazine covers to hang over it. I love our little corner of the house, thanks to these spruced up (actually matching) chairs and a little elbow grease.