Tuesday, November 27, 2007

TUSP

The other day, B and I were at Kroger buying groceries. We went through the self-checkout line and I placed my bag of limes on the scanner. Trouble is, none of my limes had the little sticker that tells you the code to punch into the computer. I started searching through the pictures looking for limes when B said 'try 1401.' I gave her a very odd look as I punched in the code - and an even odder look as it worked.

Nick: How the hell did you know that?
B: I used to work at Kroger.
Nick: Used to as in last week?!
B: No - while I was in college.
Nick: Wow - that's amazing....that's your Totally Useless Superpower!

This got me thinking about what my TUSP is...I have to say it is parallel parking. Yup - some people can sing, some people can dance - me, I can parallel park anything.

So what's your TUSP?

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Goosebumps

This past weekend was my first Nutcracker of the season (Houston Ballet Theatre) - the show was a great success and I'm excited about the next two Nutcrackers I've been hired to do (City Ballet of Houston and Woodlands Civic Ballet) although admittedly, I'm still not completely comfortable getting paid to dance.

As is the case with every Lebanese ballet dancer, I had to shave my legs in order to wear white tights and have them look - well, white. I'm getting used to the feeling of bare legs, but I never realized that getting goosebumps with prickly legs hurts. A question to the girls out there - is there a critical hair length at which the pain stops, or is this just the price you all pay for being beautiful?

Incidentally, I discovered this phenomenon while watching this video of two dancers from the Bejart Ballet in Switzerland dancing Marius Petipas' original choreography to Grand Pas de Deux classique from Casse Noisette (The Nutcracker). It is among the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

P.S. For those who have been asking, here is the text and translation of the speech given before the dance begins:

Bonsoir. L’auteur, ne voulant pas touché à la chorégraphie du grand pas de deux classique de Casse Noisette, il vous sera donc danser ce soir strictement dans la version originale de Marius Petipa.

Good evening. The director, not wanting to touch [alter] the original choreography of the grand pas de deux from 'The Nutcracker', he would have you see danced this evening, therefore, strictly the orginal version by Marius Petipa.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

40 days later...

A letter to the Planned Parenthood volunteer coordinator regarding this past Saturday's end to the Houston Coalition for Life's '40 days for life' campaign:
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My mother worked for Planned Parenthood of Oklahoma as a health educator when I was in grade school. She used to take me along to events, but I was too young to understand the broader issues she and her colleagues represented. She was very proud when I told her that I had begun volunteering as an escort for Planned Parenthood in Houston. That Christmas, she sent me a set of Planned Parenthood thank-you cards along with a glass which had the Planned Parenthood logo and the words “Trust Oklahoma Women” etched onto the surface. I placed the glass on my shelf along with a few other trinkets and never gave it much thought.

This Saturday, during the height of Houston Coalition for Life’s presence, a young couple arrived. I and another escort greeted them at the car and began walking them towards the clinic. It was clear to us that this couple was there for an abortion - the woman was nervous and seemed emotionally frail. As they approached the east gate, Christine began her standard speech. The girl burst into tears and three other escorts ran to her aid as we walked through the gate. We began comforting her in an effort to drown out Christine's words. I don't remember all that was said, but they were words of love and support. By the time we approached the clinic, she was smiling through her tears even laughing a bit, having never heard the rest of the crowd's tirade.

In two years of escorting for Planned Parenthood, no instance has upset me like this one. I thought about it for the rest of the weekend and it wasn't until I talked it out to a friend over coffee that I finally understood why it was so upsetting. Abortion is not a pleasant idea - I hope never to meet the person who disagrees. That l like less telling a woman what she can and cannot do with her own body does not make me pro-abortion, it makes me pro-choice. We have all seen the emotional bond a woman experiences once she learns she is pregnant and we all know of the controversy surrounding the choice afforded to women should they choose not to continue a pregnancy. This in mind, I doubt any woman coming to Planned Parenthood for an abortion has not considered and even agonized over what must be a terrifically difficult decision. But it is her decision, it is a legal decision and it is to be respected.

This in mind, I would have no problem with protestors who approached clients to say "may I tell you about other options" or "may I help ensure you know all the details of what you are about to do" provided they backed off in response to a negative response. Given the principles at hand, I could appreciate someone saying "I believe life begins at conception and although this is certain only by biological definitions which apply to every cell in my body, my belief system tells me that conception yields a soul." Although I disagree with the conclusion from which these statements spring, they would at least show a level of respect to the client. Instead, what I hear are emotionally driven sound bites. Telling a woman that she has "a beautiful baby boy or girl" or that "[her] baby already has a beating heart" is not an effort of reason but one of emotion. It is equivalent to saying "I don't trust your judgment, so I am going to get to you using your emotions." In short - it shows a complete lack of trust.

Women who approach our clinic having decided to terminate their pregnancies have come to that decision through whatever thought process they deemed appropriate. To assume that thought process is flawed simply because it doesn't match up with yours represents the height of condescent. I was never prouder to be a Planned Parenthood escort than I was that day. "Trust Oklahoma Women" - today I finally understand what my mother meant.