Cinderelle Ate My Daughter & Girls on the Edge

While surfing through Goodreads (a book review website), I came upon a book titled "Cinderella Ate My Daughter." Naturally I was intrigued and stopped at the library on my way home to pick it up. I ended up going home with another book on the same shelf called "Girls On The Edge".


I read both books and naturally am finding myself looking at our world a little differently. I have this love/hate relationship with books about social change because I absolutely love learning the lesser known truths about certain topics, but I hate how irritated I get  afterwards.


One minute I'm proud that in my prime childhood days I knew every word Ariel sang in the Little Mermaid and enjoyed dancing around my kitchen table like the teacups in Beauty and the Beast. "Be our guest, be our guest...." Then I read these books and I'm ashamed of Disney and sickened by the term "princess". I feel the same after I watch documentaries. 


However, after the rage subsides, I am grateful for the new knowledge and insight gained from people who are so passionate about educating others. Having a passion myself for helping people, especially children and youth, I felt that these would be good reads for me. 


Both books were narratives about the culture and education of girls in our modern society, with a background on the culture of girls historically. "Cinderella Ate My Daughter" was a more entertaining look into the effect of our princess girlie-girl culture including commercial marketing, the overuse of the color pink and the diminishing creativity in our culture from both. 


But "Girls on the Edge" was my favorite because the author provided a more educated and rounded view of what girls today face. He focuses on four areas which are sexual identity, the cyberbubble, obsessions and environmental toxins. 


Here are a few nuggets from each:

Cinderella Ate My Daughter 

  • The author, Peggy Orenstein, asserts that though girls and women can do so much more now than ever before, our culture has created more barriers for girls' freedom than ever before. 
    "We can excel in school, play sports, go to college, aspire to-and get-jobs previously reserved for men, be working mothers, and so forth. But in exchange we must obsess about our faces, weight, breast size, clothing brands, decorating, perfectly calibrated child-rearing, about pleasing men and being envied by other women."
  • Orenstein worries about all the cultural messages girls are getting -- especially from the marketing mad men behind such things as Disney Princess merchandise: 
  • Princesses tend to be isolated, not encourage female bonding. In fact she points out that Disney themselves when creating the Princess marketing in 2000, were worried since they "had never marketed its characters separately from a film's release, and old timers considered it a heresy to lump together those from different stories. That is why, when the princesses appear on the same item, they never make eye contact." They look in different directions as if unaware of the other's presence.
  • Their main goals in their lives are to be saved by a prince, get married and be taken care of for the rest of their lives. 
    Orenstein wants girls to realize they don't have to rely on heroes. They can be their own heroes. 
  •  Their value derives largely from their appearance.  She worries that the more mainstream media girls consume, the more importance they place on being pretty and sexy.  
  • The Disney Princess line, along with Barbie, American Girl, and most other popular girl toys encourage "rabid materialism". 
  • The overemphasis on everything pink and princess stifles girls creativity and imagination.
  • Orenstein, asserts that part of the unspoken promise of the Disney Princess brand is that it will keep our daughters safe. It is supposedly a safe place devoid of sexuality and threat. Eventually, this world leads to Disney's Hannah Montana and the Wizards of Waverly Place, and the real-life "princesses" take the place of cartoons. But then these actresses grow up, and suddenly Miley Cyrus appears almost naked on the cover of Vanity Fair. Of course this is deeply confusing to the girls who loved her as Hannah Montana. The natural maturation of the teenage girls whose pre-sexual identities are fused with beloved, role-model characters renders even more complicated the already-rough terrain of adolescence. "The virgin/whore cycle of pop princesses, like so much of the girlie-girl culture pushes in the opposite direction, encouraging girls to view self-objectification as a feminine rite of passage."
My feelings: Overall, I was intrigued by the author's investigation into understanding and analyzing the things that her little girl might encounter and interact with. I agreed with much of what she was saying but sometimes I feel like she was taking things a little too far. Although the Disney Princess marketing was not around during my childhood - I loved playing princess, Barbies, wearing pink, and shopping - and I turned out just fine. Overall, as you read you learn to look at innocent things with a sharper eye and you gain a deeper insight to step in and prepare your daughters, friends, or other young girls to navigate for what they might encounter.

Girls on the Edge 

Psychologist and family physician Leonard Sax asserts that many girls growing up in the 21st century lack a stable, internally developed sense of self.  External validation is everything. Today's girls, Sax claims, often "find themselves not so much living as performing." And when, for whatever reason, that performance stops eliciting external approval or comments on Facebook walls, girls implode.

Here is a great summary of the written found at the following website: http://www.thecuttingedgenews.com/index.php?article=12461&pageid=23&pagename=Arts):
  • After 15 years in family practice, Author Leonard Sax saw firsthand that the girls are hardworking and achieving but increasingly, girls he dealt with in his practice were fixated on some ideal -- to be the top student, the top athlete, the girl who’s really thin -- to the point where failure could bring on a major crisis, if not psychological collapse. 
  • Beyond his office, observation, research and lots of contact with girls’ schools showed that an increasing proportion of girls were locked in a cyberbubble. When not honing their image on Facebook they were texting non-stop, keeping the cellphone under their pillow at night and under the desk at school, so that they could receive messages 24/7, and picking up a double-shot espresso coffee on their way to school to stay awake.
  • More fundamental, and in a way driving other trends, was the wholesale sexualisation of girls that has been increasing in momentum over the past 50 years, causing an identity crisis. With even pre-pubescent girls dressing as though they had a sexual agenda, in their hot pants and midriff-baring tops, sexual confusion reigned.
  • Something else, not so obvious, was bothering the doctor: environmental toxins (leaching out of plastic food packaging, for example) that contribute to the early onset of puberty, depriving girls of part of their childhood and exposing them to higher risks of depression, eating disorders and delinquency, not to mention cardiovascular problems and breast cancer in the long run.
Here are some key points I found:

  • Girls are beginning to start puberty at too early of an age where their brains are not emotionally or mentally ready for the change. "Most 11-year-old girls who look 15 are not ready to handle the attention they may attract when they go to the mall or the beach. It's often confusing and embarrassing  to them. It may even be frightening."
  • They also lose their middle childhood when girls previously were able to figure out who they were and who they wanted to be - to develop a sense of self without regard to their sexuality or being overly concerned about whether their skirt was too "hot" or not hot enough.
  • Suggested tips to prevent your daughter from going through puberty too early:
    • Avoid exposing her to the environmental toxins (avoid plastic bottles, heating any food in plastic containers, and paying attention to lotion and creams she uses)
    • Engage her in appropriate exercise programs
    • Encourage her Dad to be a warm and loving Father - the presence of a girl's biological father appears to have a protective effect, delaying the onset of puberty in the father's daughter.
    • If you're a Dad, be there for your daughter.
    • More about environmental toxins (stay away from BPA and phthalates): 
      • Avoid canned foods. Eat fresh or frozen foods instead.
      • Pour water directly from the faucet into the glass, not into a water bottle.
      • If you want to drink soda, buy it in glass bottles. Don't buy any beverage in a plastic bottle.
      • Don't microwave food in plastic containers or heat food in any plastic container in the oven.
      • Don't put plastic containers in the dishwasher.
      • Don't drink hot beverages in any plastic cup - use ceramic, glass, porcelain or steel.
      • Avoid any container with the number 7 in the recycle triangle.
      • Avoid using plastic wrap altogether.
  • If your daughter has already started puberty (age 6 or 8 and developing breasts), new medications are possible to slow down or stop it until a later time. The process is not complete until she has begun menstruating regularly.
My feelings: Overall I felt that Dr. Sax did a much better job of presenting his case using facts and scientific studies to back up his own theories. I was amazed by all of the many factors that parents - and those around young girls - have to think about when trying to lead these girls in the right direction. I would highly recommend reading this book over the Cinderella book. He also a book called "Boys Adrift" that I'll have to read now.  











Our move to Mountain View

Two weeks ago, we moved from our apartment in south San Jose to a townhome apartment in Mountain View. Though the constant rain made our move-out pretty crazy, we are so happy with our new home and more especially, with our new location.

I (Keri) am now only 3 miles from work which is great when Matt needs the car and I am able to run home. We are also much closer to the three places that Matt needs to go for work most often - HP offices in Cupertino, San Francisco and the airport. HP is also currently in the process of moving their corporate headquarters to Mountain View which will be even closer for him.

We cannot speak enough kind words to those who came and helped make our move so enjoyable. My mom and brother, Bo, came down from Fairfield to help. Then we had eight guys from our San Jose ward show up in the morning - and the rain - to help us load our moving truck. We had eight more guys from our new Mountain View ward show up in the afternoon to unload our moving truck into our new place. Our friend, neighbor and also San Jose ward member, Tom Abbott, also joined us for both moves which was fabulous! Luckily by the time we reached Mountain View, the rain had stopped and the sun even came out to welcome us in.

We are so grateful to all who showed up - and to their families who allowed them to do so. Despite the rain and the day being General Conference Sunday - everyone was in great spirits and seemed happy to be serving. 

Matt is excited about all of the fellow techies and engineers in our new ward - and the basketball nights during the week. And I'm happy to know at least one person in our new ward already. But I must say I still really miss our San Jose ward, even though we were only with them for eight months. I'm sure that will change quickly, but I find myself wondering how my Primary kids are singing and how the youth are holding up.

How blessed we are to get to meet such great people everywhere we go!  



Easter with the Adams

This Easter Sunday we spent at our new ward for the first time where we heard wonderful talks about the sacrifice of our Savior.

After church we drove up to Fairfield to have dinner with my parents and brothers, Grandma Goss, Aunt Lori and her kids and Aunt Liana, Peter and Jonathan who were in town from Utah.

We had a lovely dinner complete with silly Adams-Goss humor usually centered around teasing Grandma, Bo, Josh or David all while trying to fend off the animals from our food. Grandma provided cute chocolate bunnies with our names on them that we used as name cards for each place setting.

I made homemade crescent rolls (recipe from Kathy) which were a huge hit. I have finally proceeded over my bump of bread making and feel confident in my ability to volunteer to make such things without worrying they will turn into dense hockey pucks.

 Then Alma and Danielle went outside and hid plastic Easter eggs for all of us. We enjoyed acting like children -  running around and seeing who could find the most. Josh, of course, stealthily took the lead as he quietly cleaned out one side of the yard while we all began in the main area. I swear that boy - he always used to find the best hiding spots during hide-and-go-seek too and it would take us hours to find him as he patiently waited. If I ever found a good spot, I was bored after ten minutes and I'd start making noises to give hints. But I am digressing.

After the Easter Egg hunt we played a rowdy game of Goss Family Jeopardy which I had put together. The game ended in a heated - but not really- argument by Mom, Liana, Lori and Grandma about the subjects my Granpa truly taught at K-State. Bo was also a hit in the game as he would raise his hand every time - no matter if he knew the answer of not. His team had to school him a little bit on hanging back but overall I had a blast watching them try to figure out who each question was about.

My Dad wasn't feeling well after his latest infection he is working through so unfortunately we didn't to see him in action, but it sounds as if his health is slowly improving. Overall it was lovely to be able to see our peeps again which we are so lucky to be able to do more often now.

 While Matt was away on business in North Carolina, I ate all the chocolate out of our Easter eggs. I thought he wouldn't mind, but I was wrong. Oops :) He wasn't too happy about it upon his return. He must have said to me four different times "I can't believe you ate all of our Easter candy. That is so messed up. I really wanted those mini Snickers." So I went out and bought a bunch of treats to make it for it, including both kinds of Zingers and a king-size Snickers and Peanut Butter Snickers. Let's be honest though, since Matt forgets about his treats, I'm probably going to end up eating those too.




The Youth Play


In December right after finishing the planning of our Ward Christmas Party, I was asked to direct the ward youth in a road-show type youth play. I was thrilled at the opportunity while also hesitant at the same time since I had never directed a play (besides the ones we had to put on in my German classes). Also being new to the ward and spending my time with the Primary kids, I felt like it would be a challenge for me not knowing the youth.

But as I learned early on - "fake it til you make it" - and that's what I did. I was given the task to guide the youth in creating all aspects of the play from the storywriting to costumes to props and music. The theme we were all given was "Arise and Shine Forth" and we had only 9 minutes with only 1 minute to get on and off stage. We had to incorporate at least one song and we were each given several different books in the Book of Mormon to chose at least 1 story to highlight in.

Before the play even started, I ran into problems between my ward youth leaders and the stake play directors. The stake had this huge vision of what they wanted the play to be like and the ward leaders felt it was unrealistic. Again this caused more worries for me - I like to worry I guess.

But when I finally met with the youth for the first time to present our guidelines and gauge their interest, I was reenthused. I could tell they were looking forward to it and had not done this before (so how bad could I really mess up anyway).

I led a brainstorming session one Saturday morning with a group of the youth who expressed interest in helping with the story writing. We decided to do the conversion story of Alma the Younger and the Sons of Mosiah but to do in a modern, high school setting. Alma the Younger and the Sons of Mosiah were the bad boys of the high school with two groups of girls - the bad girls and the good girls. The Bishop joked about how I should let him know which girls chose to be the bad girls.

From there I chose two youth - Adam and Sydney - to write the story and we spent several more Saturdays working on it. I loved their creativity and I was constantly amazed by how considerate they were to each other and of the others who would be acting out the things we were writing. Not having worked with the youth much, I wasn't sure what to expect, especially since I had been quite the brat in my own youthful years.

Most of the time, I felt like they had to scale me back for what was okay to include and what might be borderline inappropriate which again amazed me about the quality of these youth. This really carried on throughout my whole experience with the youth.

As we presented the story ideas and practiced the play over and over, I got different glimpses into each of the youth's personalities and I learned so much from them.

Here a couple of wonderful examples:
  • There were a time during dance practice when one youth was by himself and every time I asked one of the others to join him, they didn't event hesitate and went along cheerfully, even though they had clearly been having fun.
  • They constantly coached and enouraged each other during our practices. There were so many times they could have all gotten irritated with each other but instead I found them offering little praises to help those who were shy.
  • During dress rehearsal, one of the stake leaders noticed that one of our young men was by himself on stage and getting run over. She asked for one of our youth to join him. Even though most of the youth in our ward had opted out of the dance routine and I had spent the last 10 minutes trying to talk them into joining, 3 (not just one but 3) youth jumped up to his rescue.
  • When that same leader changed her mind and asked them all to sit out of the number and the original young man became upset, I was all ready to go to bat for him. But the others assured him they would do something even better and made him laugh to distract him.
  • When somebody messed up, not one of those youth got mad. They all just laughed!
Our play turned out fabulous, even with little flops here and there, but really it didn't matter because the whole experience had brought not just the youth together, but really our whole ward together. The ward members came together to donate items or make goodies or give of their time to move props and we left that night with a better understanding of each other, of the story of Alma the Younger, of the reach of our own abilities and a vision of what could be accomplished in so little time with everyone working together.

Matt and I moved to our new apartment in Mountain View just two weeks after the play and I was bummed to have to leave the ward right after I was just starting to get to know the Primary kids and the youth and really many of the ward members. But my roommate Dawn always told me to leave a party while still having fun and that's how I felt about our time in the San Jose 16th Ward.
The finale song with all the girls singing


Most of the youth - and me - at the Awards Party afterwards. We won the award for best props and most youth participating. Whoop Whoop!



Amazing Date 2012


Recently Matt and I competed in an "Amazing Race" type challenge put on by my old roomie, Tiffany Stock who lives in the East Bay. She started this three years ago and it has grown from only a few couples to 44 couples participating (with even more as volunteers to help Tiffany put this event on).

Two couples form to make a team and so we decided to invite Matt's aunt and uncle, Ridge & Linda McGhee, who live just north of us in Redwood City, to join us. We knew they would be great competitors and we would enjoy the time with them. Each team chose a name and all had to wear the same color shirts. We were "The Mighty McGhees" and wore navy blue.

After a nice dinner together, The Mighty McGhees headed up to the East Bay to Club Sport in San Ramon where the event kicked off. Knowing it was supposed to rain all night and not knowing what to expect, we loaded up on anything we thought might help us in the challenge: hats, flashlights, swiss army knives, tape measures, headlamps, notepads, pens, gps, waterbottles, etc...

Side Note: Matt parked the car in two different locations as he and Ridge analyzed which spot would let us make a faster get away.

Club Sport - the beginning of the craziness
After an inspirational speech by Tiffany, each team was handed a passport to get all of our activities stamped in and we were given our first clue. The clue was for one teammate to dive in the club's pool and get a prize off of the bottom.  Matt, already having his swimsuit on underneath his clothes, led out our adventure and found a locker room key at the bottom which he handed to Linda and I. They key was supposed to open a random locker in the womens locker room. The trick here was that the key was not labeled so we spent a good five minutes trying the key in every lock.

While we did this, Matt & Ridge were instructed to fill up water balloons for a later challenge.

After getting our next clue out of the locker, we ran to the dance room where Linda and I had to learn, and then perform, a Zumba dance routine wearing belly-dancing skirts. After passing this off, we all four ran to take a group photo then headed upstairs for a little dodgeball. Matt & Ridge took on this challenge and had to get 2 people out before we could move on. Linda and I were given pom-poms to cheer them on.

The Mighty McGhee (Matt, me, Ridge & Linda)

Being the pro-athletes they are, Matt and Ridge got two people out on their first throws so we were able to finally leave the sports club for our next adventure.

We were instructed to a shopping center to get our next clue which was given in the form of a temporary tatoo on my arm. It was a picture of a snake guiding us to a local park nicknamed "Snake Park". We had to have a little help with this as we were not familiar with the San Ramon/Danville area.

At Snake Park, we were handed a water balloon launcher and a bucket. We had to fill up our bucket with the water from the water balloons to a certain point to complete the challenge. Ridge took on the task of bucket holder while Linda and I held down to side of the launcher for Matt to aim and shoot the water balloons at Ridge. We passed this off quickly and then ran over to the other task at the park, which was to run a giant, inflatable, human hamster ball around the whole park. The trick here was that only one person could be inside at one time and the rest of us had to run along and yell out guiding directions for the person inside but we could not push them along. (P.S. The whole event was done at night)

Human hamster ball  (except this pic is
 misleading  as we were in the dark)
Matt and Ridge took turns running inside the hamster ball, which I only wish we had had time to take photos of. They looked so funny and though I thought the ball would be so fun to run in, Matt said it was an exhausting task.

After passing another team, we were elated to move onto our next task which challenged our minds this time. We were led to someone's home where played "The NewlyWed Game" and had to get five questions right before we could leave. I felt bad for the owners of the home who had to deal with our muddy feet and hyped up personalities. Matt and I flew through the questions easily with Ridge and Linda not far behind.

Next we came to a fire station where we had to leave a love note and inspirational quote for the firemen. The fire chief handed us our next clue to someone's garage where we had to choose a teammate to participate in a "Fear Factor" type food challenge. Since Matt was parking the car, Linda already looked like she wanted to puke, and Ridge could not eat sardines (which was rumored to be one of the food choices), I grabbed the plate of nastiness. I ate something that tasted like plastic and would not go down my throat, a huge nasty piece of fish and two Sahara-desert dry chili peppers. Ridge was nice enough to run to the car and grab me water bottles. I drank two of them to help move the nastiness down my throat. I ate, I puked, I ate more, I puked more and finally Linda slyly slid the remaining food into the garbage can amid one of my puking bouts. What a saint she was!

If you know me, then you probably know I have the world's smallest mouth so I really had no business even trying to compete in this arena. But I just saw a hole and I filled it - better me throw up than have to deal with a sick husband for a week.

We passed it off and drove ahead while I picked food bits out of my teeth and threw every kind of mint, gum, and candy into my mouth to help get rid of the fish taste.


The crowded statue at the mall
where you had to elbow your way
 in just to get a peek
Our next stop was at a shopping mall, where we had to decipher a message on a statue using a code sheet given to us. This proved our most difficult task as all of the other teams were crowded around the same statue not allowing us much opportunity to get started. So Matt and I had the genius idea to bust in and take photos on our camera phones so we could decipher the message ourselves away from others.

This challenge proved to be the hardest yet. After leaving with what we thought was the correct message we drove about 10 minutes to an address that was hard to find and possibly ended up at a bowling alley. Not seeing any other teams around and debating amongst ourselves if we had it right or not, we headed back the other direction for 10 minutes to a McDonalds; only to find that we had been eliminated for going to the wrong location. Determined to keep playing, our team decided to return to the bowling alley and see if we had been right the first time we were there.

After another 10 minute drive back to the bowling alley, we figured out that we were, in fact, really supposed to be there. At the bowling alley, 3 of our team members had to bowl (using the same shoes) and get 3 strikes or spares (one each) with only 8 rolls.

Being a horrible bowler myself, I backed out and let the others take this challenge while I headed to the bathroom to wash the fish smell off my hands. Ridge got a spare and Matt got a strike, leaving Linda five rolls to accomplish her task. Though she didn't get it, we only got a three minute penalty to hang out at the alley and then we were off yet again, back to Snake Park. 

While looking for a "hidden message" at the park benches, we got caught up since none of us realized that we had been given a pen early on in the competition which had a black light on the back end of it.Here again we got stuck and finally called Tiffany for help only to be eliminated... again. 

We conceded this time and headed back to Tiffany's - drenched, exhausted and defeated. We got there only to discover our error and that the winning team had finished almost 45 minutes earlier. I was, however,  relieved to find ice cream which helped to remove the still lingering fish taste in my mouth.


Here is Tiffany (in white) with the winning team.
Tif is holding the traveling trophy that she and her kids
created for the competition.
Overall we had a blast working together and found that the four of us really did make a great team. Ridge and Linda were killer at the challenges. Tif was fabulous in her planning and we appreciated all of her work, even if she did double-eliminate us :). The best part was, she hadn't even realized that we had been eliminated twice so we really could have kept going. 

As we drove home, we couldn't stop analyzing all the different ways we could have been better or where we went wrong. Matt is ready to go again! I'm on board for that too as long as I don't have to eat any more gross things. 

The First Three Years: A Critical Time for Parents and Children

I recently attended a lunch seminar at my office put on by Dr. Ross Thompson from UC Davis. The title of the seminar was “The First Three Years: A Critical Time for Parents and Children” and was focused on two topics: early childhood education and paid family leave.

I found the seminar fascinating and wanted to share some of the things I learned. I was amazed to learn about how our little interactions with children make a huge difference in their lives later on.  I hope you find this as useful as I did:

Dr. Thompson studies how the content and structure of early parent-child discourse shapes young children’s developing representations of emotion, morality and self. He also discussed the important correlation between learning, brain development and social and emotional functioning
1.       He believes that infants develop in an environment of relationships - every child needs a parent who is crazy about them and their well being, which may sound obvious, but not always provided
·         Brains are shaped by human interaction
·         The first two years are crucial for a child’s development because the brain has to learn what kind of environment it lives in (safe and secure or danger)
·         For many children, damage has been suffered before the first day of school
2.       He showed us a video of a mother playing with her one year old child who is sitting in a high chair. The child is laughing and smiling as her mother talks to her.
·         Then they ask the mother to keep a still face and stare straight ahead, disengaging with the child. The child makes lots of noise trying to get her mom’s attention. Then she grows visibly upset and starts crying as her mother proceeds to ignore her. This all happened in just a matter of minutes and p.s. I could NEVER be that mother! It was painful just to watch the poor child. This particular study was showing effects of depression on young children but also shows the direct affect attention has on a child’s well-being.
3.       He spoke about the importance of early learning (pre-kindergarten) on young children
·         Low-income children are at a disadvantage when they enter kindergarten. This shocked me since I always thought kindergarten was really the jumping off point of learning.
·         High income kids have a vocabulary twice the size of low income kids by the 36 months
·         Why? They hear more words and the words are used more for storytelling.
4.       Dr. Thompson discussed stress in a young child’s life mentioning “It’s not only what kids go through but how their parents buffer them”
He described three types of stress for a child:
1.       Positive – brief and mild,
2.       Tolerable – serious but temporary, buffered by supportive relationships
3.       Toxic – prolonged with absence of protective relationships
5.       Young children’s emotional lives are vulnerable to stress, even when we don’t think they can understand
·         The toxic stress can affect early childhood mental health
·         Toxic stress can come from parental abuse of alcohol or drugs. It can also come from chronic neglect – a child cries without being cuddled. Stress emerges when a child senses persistent threats but no protector.
·         People who grow up in disrupted communities are more likely to lead disrupted lives as adults, magnifying disorder from one generation to the next. These people find it harder to control their impulses throughout their lives. These children are at risk for academic failure
6.       Often parents underestimate the emotional sensitivity of their child but overestimate their self-regulation
·         In other words, they don’t think the child is affected by many things but they think their terrible two toddler is being defiant when really the child’s brain and reasoning is still developing.