Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Junk Food Ban in London School: Sensible or Stalinist

There's been a growing push in the UK for healthy school dinners (lunches), publicly endorsed by celebrity chefs like Jamie Oliver. Growing obesity, in children particularly, has sparked this response for healthier eating agendas in schools.

One East London school committed to this agenda has taken things a step further; junk food is being confiscated by teachers in an attempt to encourage healthy eating. See www.times-series.co.uk/news/topstories/4207136.East_Barnet_school_criticised_for_banning_junk_food/

What are the no no's? Candy, chocolate, soda and other carbonated drinks and full-fat crisps (ie potato chips etc). Persistent offenders risk having their food confiscated.

I'm an advocate of healthy eating. If I had children, I would welcome healthier food in schools and would pack balanced, healthy lunches. But doesn't it seem a little nuts that parents are "not allowed" to send their kids off to school with a jaffa cake, or even a small snack sized kit-kat?

At the same time, why oppose a rule that has the children's health at heart. After cries for healthier culinary offers, is it hypocritical to complain about a school that is proactively enforcing this standard for all students? Maybe this step will encourage parents to instill healthier eating habits in the home.

But does the school have a right to tell parents what to feed their children? There are many other unhealthy food options that children could be bringing to school (pork pies, sausage rolls, hot cross buns etc.) Is this a slippery slope with future bans on the way?

I'm not sure where I stand on this one. It seems a step too far for me but I believe in its principle. Maybe I'm rebelling against the stifling of parental autonomy and sometimes overly regulatory culture of today?

Thoughts anyone?

Sunday, 15 March 2009

Sunday Blues

How wonderful. It's 4:30pm on a Sunday afternoon and it's actually light outside. We change our clocks in a couple of weeks, at which point we'll prolong the "day"light another couple of hours. Whenever we get to this point every year I can't help asking myself how I made it through the cold, dark winter. Roll on endorphins!

Why then, do I feel that small nagging feeling of irritation....sadness.....regret? I had a great weekend visiting the Affordable Art Fair (www.affordableartfair.com/) and at a friend's 30th birthday karaoke party. I even sang 'Dancing Queen' by Abba, which might have sounded like a cat dying to others, but was really fun for me. And today is a beautiful, chilled out day. So what's the rub?

I think it's just the classic Sunday Blues at play. Those of you who work Monday - Friday must know what I'm talking about. Thursday is the new Friday and comes with a high that peaks on Saturday night. Sunday is good until about 4pm, and then that annoying 'feeling' creeps in. Don't get me wrong, I like my job and I like going into work. But I still can't help wanting the weekend to draw on for longer before I'm back on the train and then on my 20 minute walk into the office. Maybe it's the prospect of my Monday morning commute that gets me down?

City commuting is an art in itself. Everyone walks really fast and is on autopilot. Should a tourist or any person enjoying a leisurely stroll get in your way during the hours of 7:30-9:30am, they will be met with a shove, a dirty glare, a petulant sigh, a crash from behind or all of the above. Commuters don't tolerate laymen gladly. Sometimes they don't even see those they plow down in their path.

Last Monday, my commute involved: standing on the train to London with my face at armpit height to a man who obviously sprinted to catch the train; having a woman in a long red coat push across me as I was about to exit through the ticket barriers, only to have her tampon fly out of her pocket as she reached for her train pass (just desserts for pushing across multiple people - she didn't stop for the tampon but we all saw it sail across the crowd); almost being run down by a cyclist charging along outside of the designated cycle lane; steering clear of a woman swaying unsteadily and then tripping up stairs in stupidly high heels that she should have just changed into in the office. Maybe that's what gets me down?

I can only dream of what pleasures tomorrow morning will bring.

Monday, 5 January 2009

Blinded By Pride

Pride: a small word with large repercussions when your identity and home are at stake.

Israel ground forces moved into Gaza on Saturday, upping-the-anti on a week of air strikes in the region aimed at destabilizing Hamas. Protests erupted outside the Israeli Embassy in London, echoing calls from across the globe for an end to Israeli strikes and a looming humanitarian crisis.

Israel, hit with hundreds of rockets and mortars since the late December breakdown of a truce with Hamas, remains defiant in its response to militants. The United States backs its ally Israel and brands Hamas as the instigators of the ensuing violence.

International action falters, as the White House alleges support for a cease-fire and simultaneously blocks approval of a United Nations Security Council statement on cease-fire.

Confusion reigns in the region; heritage, politics, emotion, indecision blur the vision of the rest of the world. As a student of international relations I question the prolonged intensity of Israel’s campaign. But as a half Jewish New Yorker, I know that if militants were repeatedly, randomly firing rockets into the backyards of my family and friends, I would want to defend my borders.

But this is not a new battle; whether violent or latent, this mission has plagued the Middle East for years. Through warfare, negotiations, international pressure, truces.....this battle rages. What is at its heart? Is this a battle that can be won? I fear there is no “right” answer. But I feel a fundamental change of heart and mind is needed from both sides if justice is ever to prevail.

An Egyptian newspaper suggested that Palestinians are “pulling the wolf’s tail” when shooting rockets into Israel. I baulk at such aggression, which promises no true glory or result, but instead insights anger and large scale strife in return. For Hamas, this is a losing battle. They can’t match the arms capability of Israel and they may fall trying. Yet to a proud, stubborn fundamentalist, to fall is to become a martyr. The end game of what’s left in their wake is forgotten.

Maybe my college journalism professor was correct when suggesting that this battle will only end when one side wipes the other off the face of the earth.

The militant actions of Hamas should be condemned, but is Israel’s aggressive response is the most effective way to undermine this party? Will a heavy hand today pave the way for peaceful times tomorrow? Two wrongs do not make a right.

Would most Palestinians truly choose strife over living at harmony with Israel? I doubt it. Why then, did they elect Hamas, which refuses to recognize the state of Israel, instead of the more moderate Fatah? Hamas is an artist of psychological warfare: it galvanizes support through exploiting Palestinian grievances with Israel rather than working peacefully towards reconciliations; it builds Palestinians social care facilities alongside suicide training centers; it hides targeted officers in enclaves next to its children’s schools; it feeds sustenance with one hand and propaganda with the other.

Now, left in the wake of this exercise, many angry, proud, brainwashed Palestinians curse Israel as an unlawful aggressor. Israel may seek to defend itself from militant aggression, but these actions feed directly into this image perpetuated by Hamas. With every bomb dropped and ground offensive pursued, Palestinians may cling to an extremist ideology when there is no food, homes or infrastructure left. Much of the world will criticize Israel’s actions. Hamas will not diminish, but take further root in society, further supported by other Islamist extremists in the region.

Israel cannot be a sitting duck, at the mercy of senseless rockets and suicide bombers. But their current response may not do their cause justice. Inciting strife upon widespread Palestinians, many of whom are trying to lead ordinary lives, should not be considered collateral damage.

Here is where pride must cool; response and anticipated outcome must be reassessed. Here is where rationalism must begin. Israel should halt military action and enhance its safety through internationally backed pressure on Hamas to end its aggression. Israel must show moderate Palestinians incentive for dialogue through fair negotiation; actively working toward better, peaceful days of fewer economic and military barriers may precipitate a fundamental shift of heart in many Palestinians. Palestinians need to give these conversations a chance, and put pressure on their own to minimize aggression. It will be impossible to root out all veins of extremism but hopefully they may wither on the vine in more prosperous times.

After all, this is a region of such potential greatness. Years of strife have only slowed progress. We’re all human; can’t Israelis and Palestinians remove their blinders, put aside their differences, step away from pride, and see that? But history proves this is easier said than done.

Monday, 29 December 2008

Fashionista Merry-Go-Round

In the wake of my festive and merry previous postings, I'm going to change gear today and air a slight grievance with what I call the "Fashionista Merry-Go-Round."

Big cities live and breath fashion...and fashion, as a form of self expression, is something that I love. Ladies (though guys may want to listen up too), the operative words here are self expression. Not cloning! I can't be the only person who gets tired of seeing women en mass jump on the trend bandwagon in an effort to "roll with the fashionistas." I'm not saying it's a crime to buy into the latest fad....but do pick and chooses the clothes, makeup, etc. that suit your personality, and your body type. Not everyone will look good in Kate Moss's Topshop range and it's boring when all of a sudden everyone starts sporting a poncho. Why are you wearing layers of foundation? Is it for you or is it more in name of fashion?

I think that it's a sad day when women hide their spirit behind a facade that's not of their own true choosing. It's fake. Or if one passes up better made, probably pricier items so that they can snap up the newest lines out in Primark (whose manufacturing means I seriously question). That's foolish. I'm not saying buy Escada if that's not in your budget; I'm suggesting you consider mid range quality in lieu of quantity for the sake of a trendy wardrobe. Alternatively, look off the high street. Go to a market and find the unique. And if you are one for couture, don't buy and drop items like flies in an effort to keep pace with the likes of the runway. That's wasteful. Make full use what you have!

What happened to fashion as a form of expression if we all want to look the same?
What happened to individuality, enhanced through fashion?

There are days when I look around me and get lost in the whirlwind of the Fashionista Merry-Go-Round. I want to hold my own with all those beautiful London people. But then I remind myself to work with what I've got. So here's a little poem I wrote for all of you out there that may also occasionally struggle with this dilemma:

LIPS PAINTED RED

She had it goin' on
Dressed to the nines
Matching bag
Painted face
How's a girl to emulate?
That rosy lipped vixen

I'll try it on for size
Bat my lashes
Color my lips
Pucker up cherries
And make your entrance
Watch heads turn...

Lips painted red
But is the facade wise
Would you rather just
Look a bit deeper into my eyes
And see me for who I am

Not yet a desperate housewife
But off the market still
I want to be sexy
But I want to be real
What's the point otherwise?

So I'll pass on the
"Squeeze into the latest trend game,
Who cares if it fits?"
Kick off reason with the shoe I bought yesterday?
I'll wear my soles through, thank you

Lips painted red
But is the facade wise
Would you rather just
Look a bit deeper into my eyes
And see me for who I am

I hope so

Thursday, 25 December 2008

Merry Christmas!....from the beach in Bournemouth

Ho, ho, ho....Merry Christmas!

To all my family and friends in the USA, I'm thinking of you and missing you!

Chris and I are with his parents in Bournemouth this Christmas. It's not a white one, but it's cool, crisp and sunny. In Stevens tradition, we took a walk along the beach around noon. Come cold, rain, snow....the English love their walk "along the front."

I felt kind of glamorous in my new red coat, whipped by salt and wind and buoyed by the festivities around me.....children frantically speeding along on new bikes, couples sporting santa hats, teenage boys playing ball Frisbee on the beach (Chris would have happily joined in), families walking their dogs... Spirits were running high.

Then they ran even higher when we were tipped off to free mulled wine being served by one of the cafes further along the beach. Got to love the mulled wine! And for free! Since when do you get anything for free? Talk about mixing the spirit of giving with savvy business acumen.....give and you will get in return.

I like that everyone has their Christmas traditions. We always go to my aunt or cousin's house in New York. In Australia BBQ's on the beach are rife. And in the UK, we have our winter beach walks. I wonder how Obama's family is celebrating with their new Secret Service additions? I wonder how Chris and I will forge our own traditions with time?

We all spend this day in our own special way, but there is a solidarity at large in the mutual celebration that is Christmas that I find very satisfying.

So wherever you are....with family, at the beach, in the snow, continuing tradition, trying something new.....if you are celebrating Christmas today (or even if you are not), sit back and enjoy being merry.