Raw food update; generational wealth; water isn’t just water; who broke my heart this week; and the funniest comment I got on my wardrobe this week.
1. Raw update: Buh-bye raw. That’s the update. I quickly – I mean, Day 2 — realized that raw was not for me. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the taste of the food; I totally dig weird shit. Or the expense; I happily spend on health. It was that I did not have the time for it. Turns out you have to eat A LOT to stay full. I would eat what I felt was a satisfying lunch/dinner/snack, and then I’d be hungry again like an hour later. Eat. And then hungry AGAIN. One night I woke up three times to eat! Luckily, it all went through me, and I didn’t gain weight, but no one has that kind of time to spend eating – and, I imagine, if I’d stuck with it – shopping and food prep. So nah, back to the cooked stuff. (Secretly very very happy 🎉)
2. My latest obsession is a saying/proverb I just learned about in the last couple weeks: shirtsleeves to shirtsleeves. It pertains to the pattern of generational wealth and, in short, means you gain and lose wealth within three generations. The first generation is accumulating money, probably blue collar, perhaps immigrant. The next generation benefits from this newfound money and is sent to good schools and become doctors, lawyers, engineers. The following generation benefits from even more wealth, but now have the privilege of pursuing their passions and become creatives or other possibly less paying professions. Their children do not grow up with money and thus return to shirt sleeves. So my grandfather did not grow up with money, but through hard work ended up owning a lumber company in the Philippines and was able to send his kids off to graduate schools in the U.S. where they become doctors and engineers etc. So while I did take a more “creative” route professionally and don’t have any children, my brother I am happy to say, broke this chain by accumulating even more wealth than my grandfather or father. And, so far from what I can see, my nephews are equally ambitious. In fact my 13-year old godson is quite savvy with his money and possible career choices (please please let it be plastic surgery.) What I didn’t know was that my father had subconsciously instilled in us a factor that will prevent shirtsleeves to shirtsleeves: “to successfully preserve its wealth, a family must form a social compact among its members reflecting its shared values, and each successive generation must reaffirm and readopt that social compact.” My father told us stories about his dad and our family, and thus I grew up with a strong family origin story that reinforced such values and identity.
3. I drink half my body weight in water daily (because my health guru Tom Brady told me to). About half of it is not just “water”. This is what my water looks like: the yellow cup has one nuun electrolyte tablet; the orange cup has five drops of fulvic acid minerals; and the brown cup contains a teaspoon of maca. *Not pictured is the bottle of Perrier I have M-F.
4. The story that caused me the most conflict this week was the revelation about Aziz Ansari. I’m a huge Aziz fan, and am especially proud of what he has done as far as representing brown people in entertainment. But, if you read the story on babe.net, Aziz engaged in super problematic behavior that has divided and possibly harmed the Me Too movement. However, I think it is an important and relevant conversation that needs to be had. A fairly low percentage of men will have behavior that falls in the Harvey Weinstein range, but from what my preliminary conversations with men about this topic (as well as the online rebuttals and think pieces) have shown me is that many more men fall into the Aziz range of behavior. To his credit, while Aziz did not view the encounter the same way, he did acknowledge this woman’s feelings and continues to support the Me Too movement. I hope that this would spur further conversation and inspire more men to reflect on their past behavior. And more importantly, choose a different course in the future.
5. People say funny things about my clothing choices (see previous post). But yesterday was the first time I got this: “Who picks out your work clothes?” Um, like I have a stylist??? It was followed up with a “they’re interesting” comment, which I don’t know how to take. I acknowledged that yeah, my style is a little different. You guys, I was wearing grey slacks and a grey turtleneck! OK, they were actually a little more “different” than that…the materials, the neckline, and the hang…plus you know the shoes were….Anyway, like most not necessarily flattering comments about my wardrobe, this made me super happy. Ha.