Is “Monkey” the New “N” Word??

Sorry for the dearth of posts. I’ve had kind of a rough Thanksgiving, been feeling sort of angst-y since then. I need to put thoughts to keyboard, and will do so soon. Meanwhile something came up at work that I wanted to discuss with you, my faithful readers. I see you out there, visiting my blog in amazing numbers. I need your opinion. I’m hoping I can get some comments about this. Inquiring minds want to know!

Since I am not Black, African-American, “of color,” whichever is the correct verbiage, I can’t fully understand the emotional meaning behind some of these words that might offend someone who is Black.

That being said, in my opinion, our employee is being completely ridiculous about the whole thing.

I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you what happened, and you can tell me whether or not you think this Black person overreacted. I’d especially like to hear from anyone who is Afrian-American, because truly, as a white person, I may not fully understand the nuances.

Here’s what happened:

During a staff meeting a couple of weeks ago, the employees were all sitting around chatting before it got started. They are all white, except for this one employee, M, who is Black.

During the course of this conversation, they were laughing about one of the folks who attend our program, who had been goofing around and being silly. One employee said, “He was jumping around like a monkey!” Now, mind you, they were NOT saying that M was “jumping around like a monkey.” They were referring to a service recipient. The service recipient is white. The conversation was in no way directed at M, about M, other than M was in the same room when the conversation took place.

Apparently, M took great offense to this and complained to his supervisor that he was being harassed and that they had said it “on purpose” to indirectly call him a monkey.

Now, I realize that if someone had pointed at M and called him a monkey, that would have been really offensive, almost as offensive as the “N” word. Any employee who ever does such a thing would have had appropriate disciplinary measures.

However, tossing around in a group conversation that someone “acted like a monkey” and thinking that was offensive and directed at him seems a bit ridiculous to me. Is it not PC to use the word “monkey” in front of a Black person? Even in casual conversation? That seems a little over the top to me.

To me, it is as ridiculous as if I were to get offended because someone said that it “crumbled like a cracker” and thinking that was a slur against me as a white person. If someone uses the word “cracker” in my presence, as part of a conversation about soup or whatever, it wouldn’t even occur to me to get offended.

Monkeys are a fact of life, monkeys exist in this life. Being careful not to ever use the word “monkey” in a sentence around a Black person seems completely ridiculous to me. Now, the “n” word is a word made up specifically to be derogatory to a Black person. There is no way you could use the “n” word in a sentence unless you were trying to be offensive. But monkey?? Come on….

I collect stuffed monkeys. I have several in my office. I also have a sign that says, “I have flying monkeys, and I ain’t afraid to use ‘em!” Am I supposed to remove those so that a Black person wouldn’t be offended??

We resolved this issue by telling M that if he ever had someone call him a monkey, to let us know and that employee would be disciplined, but that the way the word was used in conversation was not directed at him and no discrimination or harassment was done, even unintentionally.

Then, last week, a co-worker, completely innocently and unaware of the offense he took to the use of the word “monkey” in his presence, left a banana for him in his box. Turns out, she had an extra, knew that he liked bananas, and left it for him. When M found the banana, he went ballistic. When he found out what had really happened, he calmed down.

Is using the word “monkey” in a sentence in front of a Black person a no-no? Is it not okay to give a banana to a Black person? Is this completely ridiculous or, as a white person am I completely off base??

What say you?

Sunday Musings

It is 10:00 a.m. on the west coast, and it is a beautiful fall day outside. It is quiet, and the only thing I hear is the humming of the refrigerator and the clicking of my keys on the keyboard. (Ooops, except the sound of the motorcycle outside, but that’s transient.)

I was up late last night, or maybe I should say “early” … my head didn’t hit the pillow until a little after 4am. I am a night owl by nature, but even for me that’s late. I think that I am a little restless this weekend, and I’m pretty sure I know why.

My friend JW that I visited in Atlanta back in June is getting married at this very moment. His wedding is set for 1:00 p.m. today, and since it is a little after 10:00 a.m. here, he is getting married as we speak. Errrr type. You know what I mean.

I am madly in love with a Man from Chicago, but I was in love with JW at one time, and part of me will always love him. Knowing he is getting married and that door is closed forever is probably what has me a little verklempt this weekend. He is a wonderful man, and his wife is a very lucky woman. I’m sure they’ll be wildly happy the rest of their days, and I know for a fact that I am not the right woman for him. And he isn’t the right man for me. But just knowing that I probably won’t ever talk with him on the phone again, really won’t have anymore contact with him except for maybe an occasional email, has me a little sad.

But as of today, the relationship between JW and me is finally and irrevocably changed. I’m very happy for him; he deserves every happiness. I’m just trying not to get my heart caught in the slamming door.

Anyway. Onward and upward. I can pull up my big girl panties and deal with this.

So, a couple of weeks ago, I was leaving a restaurant after lunch, and getting ready to head to one of our locations to conduct some safety training. We have these new company cars, and this one was a Ford Fusion. The Fusion has the buttons on the key itself (lock, unlock, panic, and trunk release). My own car, a Honda Civic, has the buttons on the key, too, but I have no trunk release.

When I put the key into the ignition, the buttons on the key were facing me, and I turned the key and my thumb hit the trunk release. Aggravated, I opened the door and got out of the car and walked back to the trunk and closed it. On the way back to get into the front seat, I stepped on an uneven piece of asphalt and fell. My left foot rolled out and I heard a snap as I fell.

I gathered my dignity, hobbled into the car and drove myself to Prompt Care, where they told me that, yes indeed, I did break the 5th metatarsal of my left foot. The orthopedist calls it a “dancer’s injury.” That’s really laughable, but I can understand how dancers would get that injury.

So anyway, now I’m hobbling around on crutches, which is incredibly frustrating and annoying, especially when you live alone. Did you know you can’t carry a plateful of food or a glass of liquid while using crutches? Fortunately, I have a very small apartment. In order to eat dinner, I have to move my plates and glasses in stages. First, I fix my meals in the kitchen, then place the plate on the kitchen counter, crutch over past it, reach back and move it forward to the bar counter (there’s a counter off the back of the kitchen where you could put bar stools if you wanted). I crutch past that, reach back, grab the plate, and bring it around and place it on the end table. Then I go back and do the same for my glass of water or tea or whatever I’m drinking with my meal.

Then I crutch around, sit in my chair, get my plate and eat while I watch TV. My dining table is completely taken up with my desktop computer, and so I eat in the living room in front of the TV. Yes, I know it’s bad for you blah blah. But it is one of the perks of living alone. I like eating and watching TV; been doing it for years. I DVR all my favorite programs, and I watch one of them while I eat. The challenge in that is some of the shows are not normally on at the dinner hour, and my favorite genre is crime shows. Some of those autopsy scenes can get rather grisly (like Bones, for instance). I choose carefully what I watch when I’m eating!

Speaking of computers, I have had a little problem with Toshiba lately. I bought a Netbook recently from Toshiba, and I have a huge issue with the way Toshiba handled a failed hard drive in it. But that deserves an entire post on its own, and I’m using social media and my blog to let everyone know how unhappy I am with them. But they’re a big enough company that they don’t give a shit about it, and the negative publicity doesn’t bother them a whit. I’m a gnat buzzing in their ear….annoying but easily smashed.

I hope everyone has had a wonderful weekend and is looking forward to a great week ahead. Every day you wake up on this side of the dirt is a good day! :)

Ta ta for now!

News flash! Or should I say . . . hot flash?!?

Check this out!!

I got a phone call at work last week from a reporter at the Sacramento Bee (the metro daily newspaper for Sacramento, which is a couple of hours from where I live).

She said she wanted to interview me about hot flashes and menopause because she was writing an article on that subject and had stumbled across my blog when doing her research. I was flattered!

Check out Anita Creamer’s article here!!

We spoke for about 10 minutes and she did end up using one of my quotes in her article. (See the link to her article above; it’s really good, and informative, too.) Fortunately I don’t suffer from hot flashes the way some women do, because I am on HRT (hormone replacement therapy) from the day after my hysterectomy back in July of 2009. The HRT I take is Estrodiol, which is a bioidentical estrogen replacement, and I take a very low dose — only 1 mg. However, it alleviates the greater part of the hot flashes. I do get hot from time to time, but I certainly don’t have them as badly as other women do who choose not to take HRT.

Taking HRT is not without its risks, but also not without its benefits. My doctor feels that I could safely be on HRT for about five years, and I’ve been on mine for a little over two years. At my annual physical last week, my doctor suggested that I try cutting the dose in half and only taking .5 mg by cutting the pill in half. I told her I’d try, but I’ve yet to do it. I just can’t bring myself to in case I begin to suffer more severe symptoms, like night sweats. Ugh. I just can hardly bear the idea of night sweats.

My doctor suggested that I try it, and if hot flashes or other symptoms become unbearable, I could return to the full dose. I just don’t want to get all emotional and sweaty. Yucky.

But we’ll see. I just guess I need to pull up my big girl panties and deal with it. But I certainly don’t see this as some sort of rite of passage. If I can avoid it, I will, and be glad about it if I do. I don’t have to suffer the symptoms of menopause if they’re avoidable in order to be called a “real woman.” Some women wear their symptoms like a badge of courage; I prefer to dye my hair and pretend!!

Check out her article and about 3/4ths of the way down, there I am!!

Thank you, Anita Creamer, for allowing me my little bit of fame! :)

And so it begins.

Today is Friday, and for some reason the traffic out and about on the roads in my town seems to double on Fridays. I don’t know if everyone simply goes out to lunch on Fridays or what, but it always seems like there is twice as much traffic on Fridays at lunchtime than any other day.

However, I realized today as I drove toward the cluster of fast-food restaurants a couple of miles from my job, that the amount of traffic headed in the same direction as I was going was worse than most Fridays. As I sat at the signal light for the third cycle through, and looked at the long stretch of cars up and over the freeway, it hit me.

The Mall.

All the fast food joints are centered around the mall and the Target shopping center. It’s November 4th.

And so it begins.

The hords of Christmas shoppers that descend like locusts have appeared. Not only have I begun seeing Christmas ads on TV, but the dreaded Christmas shopping frenzy has begun. No longer will my lunch hour be peaceful, nor will it be possible to run a quick errand to Target on my lunch hour.

Arrgghh.

I am doing most of my shopping online this year. I know, I know…that means the dollars don’t go to the local economy. But the thought of fighting the crowds makes me want to scream.

On another note . . .

The following is truly the definition of irony:

Tuesday early afternoon I had lunch with my friend CP who turned 60 that day. We had a birthday celebration at her favorite restaurant. I was driving one of our new company cars, because I had to go to one of our locations in the south county, about 15 miles away. After lunch, I waved goodbye to my friend and climbed into the front seat, stuck the key in the ignition and turned it. In doing so, my thumb accidentally hit the button that opens the trunk, popping it open.

Aggravated, I climbed back out of the car, walked back and slammed the trunk. I turned around and started back to the front of the car. Next thing I know, my left foot goes out from underneath me and I am on the ground. I had apparently stepped on an uneven place on the asphalt and I went down hard. My left foot turned outward and I landed on it and my hands. I heard a snap, and I just knew my foot was broken.

I hauled myself to my feet and tried to gather my dignity. My foot was already throbbing. I climbed into the car, thanking the good Lord that it was my left foot and not my driving foot, and drove myself to the Prompt Care, where they took xrays and told me that yes, indeed it was broken. I am on crutches and in a funny shoe thingy until my orthopedic appointment on Monday. Grrr. I hate crutches!

Oh, I almost forgot. The ironic thing? I was on my way to teach the 4th session of SafeStart, our behaviorally-based safety program. The premise of this program is that by changing our behavior, we can operate safely and reduce or eliminate injury. SafeStart says that four states lead to four critical errors which cause injury. The four states are rushing, frustration, fatigue and complacency. The four critical errors are eyes not on task, mind not on task, line of fire, and balance, traction and grip.

So, basically I was rushing and frustrated, leading to my eyes and mind not being on task and I lost my balance, causing injury.

Yes, that would make me the object lesson for the day.

Believe me, everyone in the organization is having a field day with this one. I hope I haven’t lost my credibility forever!!

At any rate, we are having an abosolutely gorgeous, sunny, crisp fall day. I am loving it.

Happy Friday everyone, and don’t forget to “fall back” Saturday night!

Ta ta for now!

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