It's who I am.

     It's been a long time since I've posted anything here. Well, a LOT has happened.  One of those things is that I'm going back to school. I am loving it. This semester I am taking a creative writing class. My professor is Marion Winik, published author and host of a book review show on NPR. Our assignment this week was to write an essay about 'what it's like to be me.'  After she read my submission, she told me that I should publish it.  For a book reviewer to say that to me meant a lot.  Besides that...I really enjoyed the piece.  So, here it is.  I hope you enjoy it.

     I am broken. I wasn’t always this way, but I am now. And, I'm OK with that. Sure, my damage has taken its toll on my life. I used to think that I would never be whole again, that I was broken pottery…a once beautiful vessel now damaged and rendered useless.  And why wouldn’t I be broken? To go through everything I have gone through...to see the things I have seen, takes strength, yet makes one feel so very weak. It can break even the hardest of hearts.

     I know I am broken. Yet, I choose to NOT let this detail define who I am. They say one cannot be brave without first being afraid. Well, I say one cannot truly be whole, without first being broken. The world broke me. A miserable marriage that I stayed in way too long broke me.  War broke me. Losing everything that I held dear broke me.  There's an odd thing about being broken, though. You don’t always see it, until it’s too late. I didn’t know what broken felt like, until it was too late.
    
     Broken was being angry and not knowing why. Broken was losing myself to make others happy. Broken was not being in control of where I was. It was the times when one moment I was laughing with friends at a spring barbecue and the next I was back in Iraq, in the streets of Habbaniyah. I could feel the sand in my teeth, the sweat in my eyes, and the weight of my body armor on my shoulders. The only thing that brought me back was the voice of a friend or a hand on my shoulder.  I would return to the present, blinking and bewildered. That return often came with the all too familiar look of pity; the same look a child makes when they drop their ice cream cone, or break one of their toys.
   
     Being broken was wanting to go with my family to the Fourth of July fireworks, only to find in the rocket’s red glare, my 8 year old son holding my face and asking, “Daddy, why are you crying,” with bombs bursting in air. "Daddy's OK, Punk," was the lie I told him, because how do I tell my son that Daddy's been broken?  Broken was coffee in a crowded café with my best friend, and he asks what’s wrong when I noticeably tensed up because it was getting a bit crowded in there.  Broken was jumping at sudden noises and instinctively reaching for my hip, although I had not been near a real explosion or had need for a sidearm in a couple of years.
   
     I knew something was wrong. I didn’t know what. I had read, somewhere, about Kintsukuroi. It means “to repair with gold.” The Japanese created this art form, repairing broken pottery by filling the cracks and gaps with gold. Thus, the repaired piece is more valuable and beautiful than it was before it had been broken. I knew what needed to be done. I needed to fill my cracks with gold.
    
     Now, being broken is different. Broken is twice a month therapy, even when I'm feeling OK. It is consciously dealing with having witnessed death...the death that comes from bombs and guns, as well as the death that happens in a relationship when one person tries to keep two people married. It is dealing with pain and anger and confusion by slowing down and thinking through things. Broken is having nightmares, but knowing how to work through them when they wake me up. Broken is knowing pain and ugliness lives in the world, but choosing to seek out art and beauty everywhere I go and in everyone I meet. Broken is finding the really real kind of love, the kind I didn't think existed anymore, and working every day to keep her in my life.
    
     Broken is knowing that I am not like everyone else, but not letting it define who I am now.  Broken is learning to recognize the cracks in others, and to see how they can fill them with gold. Broken is a conscious effort to roll out of bed every morning and be a better person than I was the day before. Because being broken doesn’t preclude me from being a parent, an example, and a role model. Being broken is knowing that "broken" describes my yesterdays, not my tomorrows.


So that was it.  I know it's heavy. But it's also one of the most real things I've ever written.  I like it because of how heavy and real it is. It's who I am.

Sarge,
Out

"I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring."

     2016 has started off with some pretty significant events so far. The arts and entertainment world has been turned on its ear with the deaths of such icons as Lemmy Kilmister, Alan Rickman, Glenn Frey, and David Bowie among others. When I heard of Bowie passing, I felt something that I haven't felt at the announcement of a celebrity death...probably ever in my life. I truly felt the pain of the loss.  Not on a personal level...in that I couldn't think of one particular aspect of a world without David Bowie that bothered me more than another...more so, as a loss to the art world. Bowie influenced so many and inspired countless masses. Shortly after that Alan Rickman passed.  And while the interwebs exploded with "Always" tagged memes of Professor Snape, I raised a glass to Hans Gruber and toasted that, "By Grabthar's hammer...the voice of God will be missed."

     Then the east side of the country was hit with a massive ice age.  Life as we know it changed...for a few days, at least.  This 'Snowzilla'....because everything needs a catchy name these days...dropped up to 35 inches of snow in some areas.  Despite what seemed like days or even weeks of warning with this storm...many areas were caught unprepared.  All I know is that 2 days after the first flakes started to fall, they stopped.  Three days later....we had finally shoveled our way out of our parking spots and were able to venture onto the barely plowed streets. We had done it....we had survived the blizzard and live to tell the tale.  The world didn't end...even though we hadn't rushed out to stock up on bread and milk.

     Finally,  was the most significant thing to happen to me in 2016 so far. After 20 years of service in the United States Army, I am finally taking off the uniform. I have retired. I have spent, literally, half my life in the military.  I don't know what adult life is like outside of the construct of the Army. Rigid rules and regulations guiding everything in my life from what to wear everyday to what time to wake up.  And now, it's all gone.  Don't get me wrong...I'm not mourning the loss of any of that.  I did my time and I am MORE than ready to move on to the next chapter of my life.  I'm nervous, and excited, and a little scared.  But I'm ready for it.

     One thing that many people have told me I need to do in these last few days in uniform, is to reflect on my career.  And that's something I really haven't done much of lately.  I've been focused on the process of getting out...retiring...and all that comes with it. (There is a MASSIVE amount of information that the Army throws at you in a rather short amount of time.)  So I've been focused and not as reflective as I probably should be.

     Until last night.  Last night was my retirement party. After 20 years of service, I have known a LOT of people. I have led and trained countless soldiers. But in that time, only a handful have become close enough for me to call family.  They were the ones that celebrated with me last night.  They were the ones that mean the most to me in my career....most of them are still active duty. And it is those soldiers...not my own achievements...that I consider my legacy to the Army.  

     After several bottles of whiskey and rum, and too many memories to recount in this post, I found myself taking the time to reflect. 20 years is a long time.  I have...I had...soldiers as recently as last month under my mentor-ship that were not even alive when I joined the Army.  My career is literally a lifetime to look back on.

      So, as I reflected...as we laughed, and toasted to one another...and as I choked back a few tears...I thought about the things I would tell my 19 year old self before he got on that bus to Basic Training in Ft. Benning, GA.  Some of these things are universal lessons I have learned.  And some of these may only make sense to one or two people.  But they are all important lessons I have learned over this lifetime. 

     And here they are...in no particular order.

     1) Call your mom first. You will have several opportunities...even in basic training.  They offer phone time as rewards.  Focus...do your best...and you WILL get time to call loved ones. But that time is limited, so...CALL.  YOUR.  MOM. FIRST.

     2) At times you will find yourself surrounded by angry men all screaming different orders in your face. It is the quiet one that is circling the chaos...watching....not screaming...that should be feared the most.

     3) Being afraid doesn't make you weak. It's natural to fear things.  BRAVERY, is the ability to function, and succeed, in spite of your fear.  You can't truly be brave if you have nothing to fear.

     4) Pay attention to what earns YOUR respect.  Then, be that person.  The scary, quiet man observing the chaos will show you why he deserves your respect...and will earn it...much faster than the man screaming in your face demanding you respect him.

     5) Keep an open couch.  Your friends should always be welcome to stay in your home...even if all you have to offer is the couch. 

     6) Work hard...play hard.  But do BOTH.  Too much of either one doesn't work. Work hard...be the best there is at what you do.  Whether it's standing in ceremonies for Presidents, or in a foreign country tracking bad guys...be the go to person.  And, when you aren't working...enjoy your time off the best way you know how.  Whether it's traveling to new city on a whim, or just hanging out with your platoon, or team....your family...at a barbecue, make your down time count.

     7) Travel. Travel for work....take the deployments, the TDY's, the missions and assignments that no one else wants. You will see places you would never see otherwise. If you're stationed overseas...don't just work.  Spend some of your off time getting lost in the country you are assigned! It's the best way to learn a new culture.  Travel for fun.  Pick a place you've never been or a place you went once that you want to explore more.  Go get lost there and make new friends, memories, and maybe a new favorite coffee joint.

     8) Be friendly to everyone, but be choosy with who you call friends. You will meet a lot of people in your life...you'll have to work beside them day in and day out.  Being friendly will get you places.  Your TRUE friends, however, are the ones who will make a difference in your life.  Keep them close...and though they may not be around all the time, they will never be more than a phone call away...always. THEY are the ones that will still be there when you're at your lowest.  They will prop you up when you make mistakes and fall, and they will celebrate your victories and successes.

     9) Fight for your relationships. Fight hard.  But don't be the only one fighting. One person cannot keep two people together.  If they are worth it...you will fight for it.  But never forget that YOU are worth fighting for too. And when they DO fight for you...make it worth it for THEM!

     10) Be yourself. You're a nerd.  You're a geek.  You like things like science fiction movies and Dungeons and Dragons. Cartoons make you happy, and you think action figures are cool.  Don't give up who you are to fit someone else's mold. If they don't love you for who you are, they aren't good for you.  You will find someone who ignites your inner fire and passion for the arts. They will love you for your nerdiness.  Don't deny that inner geek.  Just ask George Lucas how it worked out for him.

     11) Treasure every moment with your children. They are the greatest thing to happen to you in your whole life. There will be late, sleepless nights.  There will be difficult days and tantrums about meals. There will be days you want to sell them to the circus.  Then there will come a day when you would give your own life to have any one of those difficult moments back. It will be hard...but focus on them.  They are your heart, and they will always be the reason you get out of bed each morning.

     12) Trust is hard to earn, easy to break, and difficult to repair. Don't break people's trust in you. And when you do...because you will...do everything you can, everything you must, to repair it. You will not like the way it feels to hurt someone by breaking their trust.

     13) Tell the hard truth now, instead of explaining yourself later. You will have the best of intentions.  You will think you are sparing people's feelings.  You will think you are making life easier by leaving out certain details, or telling "little white lies."  Don't. Tell the truth now.  There may be tears when you do.  There may be hard discussions when you do.  But it will be a hell of a lot easier than trying to explain layers upon layers of lies, half truths, and misleadings.

     14) Treat the waitress well. Smile. Make eye contact.  And tip well. They have a hard enough job. Be a decent sliver of their day. Besides...your future girlfriend will know what kind of person you are, by the way you treat the waitress.

     15) Be the motivation you wish to instill in others. As a leader, you will have to inspire your troops to WANT to work for you.  If you are passionate about what you do...and you treat them the respect they deserve as humans, but hold them to the standards you expect of yourself...they will strive for greatness.  

     16) Your Soldiers are your legacy. Some of them will surpass you.  Some of them will do things that you wish you had done in your career. But you will not resent any of it.  Their success is your legacy.  YOU had an influence on them. Be proud of their accomplishments.

     17) Therapy works. You will find several times in your life that you need to talk to someone. You will feel lost after your deployments...not in control of your own thoughts or emotions. Therapy works.  You will find that you have spent half your life trying to be someone you are not. You will not like who you are. You will want to change and not know how.  Therapy will help. Do not look at it as a weakness, or that there is something wrong with you.  It will help you find yourself...and help you learn to like yourself.  Therapy works.

     18) Life is too short to be an asshole. You are going to find yourself in situations where the first and easiest response is to be an asshole.  Life's too short for that kind of drama. A smile and a level head will get you further in life.  

     19) Keep your sense of humor. You're going to go through a lot of crap in your life.  You are going to be in some terrible places.  At some point, you will hit rock bottom and wonder how the hell you got there. You will face death, fear, danger...and worst of all, idiots.  Your sense of humor will keep you sane in those times. Never loose it.  

     20) Cut the negativity out of your life. There are people in the world that are only happy when they have something to complain about. They will focus on the negative.  They will lift themselves up by bringing others down.  They create drama if there is no drama.  And they have no place in your life.  Be positive and people will see it.  They will be drawn to it.  

     21) Live your dream.  Just go for it.  There is nothing worse than saying, "I should have..."  Live a life that is worth living! Dream big...and go for it. Even if you fail, you will never say, "I should have..."

     I'm sure there are a few things I've missed. But as I reflect, these are the lessons that stand out the most in my mind.  It is a bittersweet moment, to close this chapter of my life.  I have had an amazing career.  I have stories to tell the grand-kids.  I have grown into a man that I like...and it wasn't always an easy path to follow, but it was worth it.

     I have the opportunity now to live that dream I have...to make myself and my life what I WANT it to be. I'm no longer tied to military regulations, and controlled by the demands of that life. I'm curious about this next step. I'm a little terrified. I'm really excited.  And as David Bowie once said, "I don't know  where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring."

     Sarge,

     Out

A little validation goes a long way!

I'm still a little beside myself over this one.  I'm pretty excited and proud of myself in this moment.  For me...that's HUGE!!

What's all the hubbub, you ask?   Well, I was just published on a photography web site!!  Not just an article, they used my photos too!  

If you've been following this blog, then you know I've had a rough year this past year.  And while it's getting a lot better in many ways, I find that I am still doubting myself pretty much any chance I get.  

So, I fought through the paralyzing fear of rejection and actually submitted an article to a website. And it paid off!  

I'm flying high right now!   It feels really good to see my name on someone else's site.  It tells me...I'm good enough. And lately, that's been hard for me to see for myself.  

I'm ready to take on the world.  I feel like I can do anything.  I know it's not that easy, and that I will still face rejection down the road.  But for now, I'm riding this high and saying, "damn the little voices that say I can't."   

One of the things I've been trying to answer over this last year is, "who am I?"  Well...I just got a little closer to finding out.  

Hi. I'm Luke. I'm a soldier. I'm an artist. I'm a father who loves his kids more than life itself.  And...I'm a writer and a photographer. 

Check out my little article here:

http://www.camerabymyside.com/2-minutes-with/shooting-the-world-around-you-by-luke-newman/

Ok.  Enough blubbering on my part.  It's just proof that a little validation goes a long way. 

Sarge

Out

Shameless Self Promotion

     I'm not a big fan of asking for help.  I have spent my career as a Soldier leading others and showing young Soldiers 'how it's done.'  But, my time in the Army is almost over.  I'm preparing for the future.  I'm getting ready to start the next chapter of my life....and I'm going to do things MY way.

     So, I'm putting up a quick post about what that future is going to look like...and how you can help me make it happen.  My vision is very clear for this dream...and I honestly believe that because I can see it so clearly, I can...and WILL make it happen.

     The dream is called "At The Spot Studios."  It will be a place where artist and creative people from all facets of the arts and entertainment world can come and be seen...or heard.  I want to foster an environment that caters to both the individual artist (be that a painter, writer, dancer, recording artist, film producer, etc) as well as fostering collaboration between artists and across genres.  Professional quality entertainment will be the result...with a focus on the independent artists.

     I've already found a couple of creative people that I work with and have begun some of these collaborations.  The "Studio" as it stands....is basically my laptop.  I have an office in my apartment...but the desk serves as a holding area for all the things I haven't put away in a long time.

     The dream is to have studio space, eventually, where artists can physically come and do their thing.  The 'network' will span out and reach artists across the country....NAY, THE WORLD!  (That was my highly motivated, "go get 'em" voice.  It usually stays in the corner and doesn't see the light of day.)  That's the dream...and that's what I will do.   I've put it on my wishlist.  And things that go on my wishlist come true.

     Someday.

     For now, we have to start somewhere.  And that somewhere is right here...right now.  We (my co-collaborators and myself) have decided to get our stories printed.  We are working on a couple of comic book/graphic novel titles.  The stories are interesting and compelling.  The characters are strong and well developed.  The cost of getting them printed....is a little out of our current budget.

     That's where I'm asking you to come in and help.  Check out the GoFundMe campaign I started and if you feel so compelled....donate.  Help me and my merry band of starving artists see this dream to fruition.  I've even put in some incentive levels so those that donate at certain levels have something cool to show for it.

     Click here to see the campaign page and donate if you feel so inclined.


     So that's it.  In simplest terms...I'm asking for money.  This will likely be the shortest post I put up here.  I feel like it's for a good thing.  I dream big...and I believe it will happen.  I want to see independent artists have a place to flourish.  And because I believe in it so deeply...I'm not above a little shameless self promotion.

Sarge,
Out

Does anyone know what they really want?

     Alright, check it out....

      I sat down to write this entry, based on a single article I had read that really pissed me off.  Then I made the mistake of clicking a link to another article on the same website.  Click click....page loaded....Sarge reads....open the can....worms go everywhere.  So what you are reading now is the result of getting lost in a sea of the most ridiculous bullshit I think I have ever read in my life.

     Then I thought about it.  The problem is bigger than just one thing.  There are a lot of examples of this that cover a full spectrum of issues, but all share the some similar traits.  I was going to find them...and discuss them all right here today.

     I debated not even writing this article....because, as a journalist...I believe in freedom of speech.  As a Soldier, I fought for everyone's right to be a douche in an open forum.  So, to sit here and say that people shouldn't write what they want to write...almost seems hypocritical.  But the more I read, the more justified I feel in writing this article.  Every author I read on this rag of a website that initiated this rant...and all the others that I discovered after deciding to write it... have a right to their free speech.  However...that doesn't prevent me from exercising MY freedom of speech and calling out their general douche-baggery.

     It's not often that I read something online and have a legitimate emotional reaction.  For the most part, I will check out the funny videos or pictures that awesome sites like BoredPanda.com or Buzzworthy.com will publish.  Or, I'll read a somewhat uplifting post on Upworthy.com or some other site with a cause. Usually, anything 'offensive' is only mildly so and I attribute it to poor taste or equally poor education (in life...not necessarily in school), and it doesn't bother me much.  Then there are times that the interwebs remind me exactly how much there is in this world that can cause us to lose faith in humanity.

     So, no kidding, there I was...bored at work and clicking links to entertain myself.  I was neck deep in an online entertainment rabbit hole, when I clicked the link that would change my whole mood for the rest of the day.  And...I was subsequently online for the better part of the night trying desperately to find a redeeming point for the website that I stumbled across that day...to no avail.

     The title of the article I read is "5 Reasons Why Girls With Tattoos and Piercings Are Broken."  I clicked the link, thinking I was going to get a lighthearted article listing goofy or funny reasons the author....(in my assumption before reading...likely a tattooed or pierced woman)...thought the title was true.

     I couldn't have been more wrong.

     There are a few sure fire ways to piss me off in just a few short moments.  Wear your sunglasses inside.  Park in a clearly marked 'No Parking' area because you are going to 'just run in for a second.'  Say words like 'irregardless' or 'suposebly.'  (While one of those is grammatically correct...it still sounds stupid.)  Another way to ensure I'm fired up when reading something....make a broad and absolute generalization.



     The article opened with just that...stating that 'No girl has ever...' and then followed it up with another one..."There's no man on Earth who's ever...."  
    
     First of all, Jack...how the hell do you know that "No girl has ever" ANYTHING?  You are immediately and irrevocably unqualified to make that statement based on the fact that you are in possession of a penis.  And again....to assume that you know that "No man on Earth..." well, that's not only arrogant, it's laughable.

     I had to continue reading.  This guy was a staff columnist for this website...which means at least one other person thinks his writing is worth something.  So I gave it a shot.

     He goes on to basically say that girls (he never refers to them as WOMEN) who get tattoos are mutilating themselves.  Blanket statement.  Within in the first paragraph, his credibility was shot...at least with me.  He says that no man  has ever thought a woman looked better with a tattoo or piercing.  I, for one, am a man.  And I, for one, happen to find a well placed tattoo, or a little nose piercing (or other piercings....just sayin') VERY sexy on a woman.  I also know for a fact, that I'm not alone in this thinking.

     That said...I had to keep reading because this guy wasn't writing about how body art detracts or enhances beauty.  He was claiming that ALL women who have tattoos or piercings are broken...mentally and emotionally.  I wanted to see why he thought so.

     After reading the article, I realized why this guy thought this way about ALL women with tattoos and piercings....actually (upon further reading I discovered), he felt this way about ALL women in general.  That reason is simple.

     He's a misogynistic asshole.

    The site was called Return Of Kings.  The site aims to promote the return of masculinity to men in America. The following is from the Return Of Kings website...this is what their page is all about:

     Return Of Kings is a blog for heterosexual, masculine men. It’s meant for a small but vocal collection of men in America today who believe men should be masculine and women should be feminine.
     ROK aims to usher the return of the masculine man in a world where masculinity is being increasingly punished and shamed in favor of creating an androgynous and politically-correct society that allows women to assert superiority and control over men. Sadly, yesterday’s masculinity is today’s misogyny. The site intends to be a safe space on the web for those men who don’t agree with the direction that Western culture is headed. Click here to send an email to the team. (link removed)

      Women and homosexuals are discouraged from commenting here.

     Did you get that?  "Women and Homosexuals are discouraged from coming here."   After further reading on the site, it is pretty evident that these "men" don't want anyone there that will threaten their masculinity.  And what's more threatening to a big manly homophobe than to be put in your place by a gay man?!?!

    While I don't see anything wrong with being a masculine man...AT ALL...I have problems with anyone who thinks one of the ways of doing that is to belittle women.  REAL Men know how to be masculine, and manly, and still respect women and treat them as they should be treated.  REAL men aren't afraid of Homosexuals.  There's nothing to fear.  Don't worry, it's not contagious...you can't "catch their gay."
 
    I was floored by articles with titles like: "Why you shouldn't care when she cries during a break up," "The three I's of getting laid," "How to get more sex with Alpha Douchebag Club Game" (I am NOT making this up....), "How to free yourself from the need for women" (let me guess....start a super douchey misogynistic and homophobic website?), and "Genetics guarantees that Feminism will lose."

     I have no idea how men still think this way in this day and age.  I will attribute this to my Mom and Dad doing something right and raising my brother and I to value ALL people equally.  But it's there...men still think this way.  And that made me rather sad to be a man.  I felt compelled to apologize for my gender.

     Then I realized....I have nothing to be sorry for.  I don't think this way.  I need to do something about it, though...and let people know that these ass clowns are out there.  And there are probably more like them!

    I wondered how much was out there on the web.  How much crap is available for consumption by the masses thanks to the broad distribution powers of the almighty Internet?  I began looking around at other examples of people who use terms like "all people of one certain group are..."

     I was not disappointed.

     As a matter of fact, by the time I had read just a couple of articles...I felt like I had to apologize just for being a middle aged white male.  (All of those are things I can't help...by the way.)  Again...I honestly found it shocking what people think in this day and age.  We are supposed to be the most educated we have been in history...and we probably are.  But there's some logic out there that I  just can't wrap my head around.

     But it wasn't just the misogynists that had my head spinning this time.

     I knew that there are some men who still have the mindset of a Neanderthal.  They are hard to be around and I can't carry on a conversation with them to save my life.  What I found interesting, was the female counterpart to the Neanderthal.

     Enter the Feminist.

     And why wouldn't there be Feminists when women have to live in a world where misogynistic Neanderthal assholes like the one I mentioned above are out there?  One could easily see why the movement formed.  But...like any other movement...extremism in any form isn't really a great thing.

     I read an article by a self proclaimed radical Feminist...or "RadFem."  The title itself had me fired up.  I sat there in horror as I read this RadFem explain that "All PIV is rape, OK?"  (PIV, for those that don't know...is Penis In Vagina sex...intercourse.)  Basically, she explained that sex is violence toward women and just another way that men keep women submissive.   Her logic leads her to the conclusion that all sex is rape, because no woman actually wants such a violent act done to her.

    Uh....wait, what?!?!?!?! 

    At one point in the article, she says that the vagina is for giving birth only.  Maybe my male mind isn't enlightened enough to grasp this...but if the vagina is for giving birth only, and ALL penetrative sex is rape...how does the baby get there in the first place?

    I was raised to understand and respect that "No means no."  I believe it and there is NO REASON EVER that a woman should be forced to have sex if she says no.  I have never had sex with a woman if she has told me no.  I HAVE had sex before...with a real live girl, even.  But, I have never raped anyone!!

    Just to make sure I wasn't being overly defensive on this one...I ran it by a female friend, just to get her perspective.  Her response?

     "That chick is nuts."

     Good...it's not just me.

     Now it makes more sense to me why celebrities like Katy Perry are quick to say they are not Feminists...even though they believe in the equality and empowerment of women.  (Which, pretty much is Feminism in it's most dumbed down form...for slower guys like myself.)  With extreme views like the RadFem above...I wouldn't want to be associated with a movement either, even if at its core...it's right.

    But this stuff is out there.   And anyone can read it.  I have a daughter.  She's at the stage where she and her friends are discovering their personalities and figuring out who they are in this world.  I also have a son, and he and his friends are in the same boat.  I do my best to parent by example and be the person...have the values, that I want my children to carry on into their adult lives.  I pray they never stumble across crap like these social extremists....but that's unrealistic.  So....when they do, I hope I've taught them enough that they question it, or simply see it for what it is...social extremism at its worst.

     Feminism is defined as the theory of the political, economical, and social equality of the sexes and/or organized activity on behalf of women's rights and interests.  While I like the first part of the definition better, simply because it leaves less up for interpretation, the fact is that Feminism is a real...legit movement.   It's the social extremists that make us afraid to label ourselves Masculine or Feminist. 

     I believe wholeheartedly in the equal treatment of women....politically, economically, and socially.  I believe that women are the better half of humanity and without them....men would have destroyed the human race long ago.  But I also believe that men should be allowed to be men.  That's not to say they should be allowed to be nasty animals and write it off as 'manly'....not at all.  But don't criticize a man for wanting the fast car, or shooting the big gun, or liking his steak rare...because he's a man. 

     With RadFems and mysoginists abounding on the internet....and the seeming HATE that they spew for the opposite gender, I wonder how they can promote equality when they can't even see it?  I started off wanting to think I could be considered a Feminist, because I do believe in equality.  But after my research...I think I have decided on a new label.

     I'm a HUMANIST. 

     I want all people to be treated equally...regardless of gender, or race (that's another article....already working on it), age, religion, sexual preferance, or any other factors.   I've read what the RadFems say.  I've read what Return of Kings spews.  One movement seeks the equal treatment of women.  The other wants to promote masculinity it men.  Neither of these things are bad.  Both can be done without demeaning the other gender.  Yet when I read what these people have to say, I can't help but wonder...
   
     .....Does anyone know what they really want?

Sarge,
Out

    

Thank God for Disney Villains

     So, there I was, sitting in my chair watching TV and eating my dinner.  The dog was sitting on the floor next to my throne, watching intently and waiting for the smallest of crumbs to fall within her eager reach.  I smiled as I watched Ickey Woods doing his celebratory dance for some cold cuts.  Then the screen changed and my attention was immediately drawn in to the images and the voice on the screen.  It was one of my favorite things...a MOVIE TRAILER!
 
     Anyone that's been to the movies with me knows that one of my favorite parts of actually going to the theater to see the movie....is the previews!  It's like you get four or five mini movies before the movie you are actually there to see.  And yes...I'm that guy who will tell the person I'm with, "That looks bad ass.  It's on the list."  I don't mind talking during the previews...they are not the movie.   I do believe there's a special hell for people that talk or use their cell phones during the actual movie.  It's a dark place, where they force you to watch re-runs of Cop Rock for all eternity.

   But, I digress...back to the topic at hand...  

     I was in my recliner and I was watching the trailer for Nightcrawler, with Jake Gyllenhaal and Renee Russo.  It was touted as  one of Gyllenhaal's most commanding and career defining performances.  The clips that they strung together for that trailer were great.  They did their job well.  I was interested.

Gyllenhaal gives a stunning performance, but the plot of Nightcrawler, left me in the dark.

     I decided to go see Nightcrawler in the theaters.  The trailer was right.  Gyllenhaal gave a powerful performance.  He was interesting to watch and at certain points, I almost felt for the character he played...regardless of how psycho he was.

     Unfortunately...that's where the praise ends. 

     I spent about two hours wondering when the conflict was going to happen.  What was the point to this movie?  I admit, it was intriguing...they hooked me with the strange character and brooding mood of the film.  But once I was hooked in...they failed to reel me in and keep me interested.

     There were moments in the movie that I wanted the story to circle back around to...that I wanted to see "what happened with that" later on.  It never happened.  I will try not to give anything away...but I have to say, the detective in the movie was so bad at her job that it crossed to the realm of unbelievable.  I'm sure there are inept cops out there....but you don't make movies about them. 

     Let's not forget about the stalking/sexual harassment issues that never seem to be fully addressed.  I mean...c'mon!  In this day and age, that plot point alone could have added so much to the story.  But...like much of the plot...it was somewhat glossed over.  Again...I questioned the writing.

     I left the theater disappointed to say the least.  I felt confused, and frustrated.  It was one of those, "Why did I pay to watch that?" kind of moments.  I have to say, I will never consider a movie very good if I walk out with more questions than I walked in with.    A strong character performance, and interesting cinematography are not enough to make up for an aimless plot full of holes and a weak story.

     I had hope though...that cinema wasn't dead.  And a couple weeks later, I went to see another film that seemed well reviewed.  Again, the trailers for it had me curious...for various reasons.  The classic murder mystery with what seemed like a unique twist (according to the trailers)...what's not to love?  So, I was off to see Gone Girl.

     I thought I would take the shot and see Ben Affleck perform in something OTHER than a Kevin Smith flick.  He did well.  As a matter of fact...compared to Nightcrawler, I felt like I was watching a Scorsese masterpiece.  That is, however...ONLY compared to Nightcrawler.  So Gone Girl kept me much more engaged.  I saw an actual story developing.  There were even points when I thought I had it figured out, just to have the story twist and throw me for a loop...questioning my arm chair detective skills.

A pretty good thriller with a twist ending.  The twist...no one liked the ending.

     However, there was a pretty distinct point in the film when I lost the intrigue and got frustrated.  Once again...plot holes started to develop and things started going down hill.  I feel like, where Nightcrawler tried to emphasize the odd character over plot, Gone Girl's mistake was trying to make the twist SO different that it lost the desired effect.  When it feels like the writers are trying too hard, that's when the magic of the movie is gone.  To be lost in the story requires my mind to accept what's happening...or at least be so enthralled that the implausible seems acceptable.

     Perhaps I was being too critical.  Perhaps I'm being too much of a movie snob about this.  But I asked around.  I wasn't the only one that felt that way.  Especially about Gone Girl.  The general consensus was that it was good...but no one liked the way it ended.  I completely agree.

     So I was losing faith in modern cinema.  I contemplated what may be going on.  Is Hollywood trying too hard to shock us?  Are they focusing on the bizarre and not the story itself?  Or are they trying to tell us a story that hasn't been told yet?  Either way...I feel like they are falling short.  For some time now, movies have been hit or miss...and there have been more misses than big hits! I was losing faith in the movies.

     They say that there is no such thing as an original story idea anymore.  I'm not sure I one hundred percent believe that.  But I DO agree that a truly original story is very RARE indeed.  The thing is, I don't have a problem with that.  My philosophy...when it comes to story telling....is not so much the story you tell, but HOW you tell it.  Sure, the idea that is being shared may be as old as stories themselves...but if it's told in a way that captures the imagination and loses the reader/viewer in the story itself...it's a good story.

     And that's what I look for.  I've heard war stories...we've all heard war stories.  But when Saving Private Ryan came out, the world was amazed...because of how that war story was told.  I recently saw Fury, with Brad Pitt...and I feel the same.  This was a well told war story.  I am sure I could relate, having been through the darkness of war myself.  I liked how they focused on the Tank Crew as a family....dysfunctional as they may be...they were a family.  I left the theater feeling like I saw a GOOD, well told story.

Based on a true story, Fury takes you to some dark places in war, with some solidly portrayed stock characters.

     I thought about it, though.  That was a true story (as many war movies are).  So of course it's going to be a bit more solid in the sense of plot and what not.  Character development is often times glossed over in these stories.  I would say that was generally the case in Fury as well.  The characters we meet in the beginning of the movie are the same ones we see as it comes to a close...not much has changed in them.  We didn't get much back story, and we don't see any big epiphany moments.  Save for the young 'rookie' on the crew.  That's where the character development happened for this film.  I feel like it was he and he alone that changed through the movie.

     Still....going into it, knowing it was a true story...I felt like it was generally well done, and made up a little bit for the two previous fiascos I wasted my time with.  It wasn't an original story...but it was told well.

     My faith was restored, however, by the most unlikely of movies.  I know I was more than surprised...pleasantly...by my own reaction to the next movie I saw.  It was exactly what I needed.  A NEW way to tell an old story.  Well written, with amazing character development.  And of course, the cinematography was gorgeous.

     I watched...and was enthralled...as I found myself rooting for one of the most infamous villains in fairy tale history.  I wasn't cheering for the prince...I was wholeheartedly cheering for Maleficent!

     We all know the story.  Upon her birth, the young Princess Aurora, AKA Sleeping Beauty, was bestowed with gifts by fairies.  Enter Maleficent...the evil sorceress who was jealous that she wasn't invited to the party.  She curses Aurora....the curse takes effect....Aurora is saved by Prince Phillip, after a battle with Maleficent.  They all live happily ever after.

    But....is that how it all really happened?

Pure evil personified.  But did we ever think about WHY she was that way?

     Maleficent takes a look at that classic tale of Sleeping Beauty from the perspective of the villain.  I loved the concept.  I loved the development.  How did Maleficent become such a horrible, cold, and evil person that she would curse a BABY?  And...if the story isn't quite how we know it...what is the true ending?

     Disney nailed it on this one.  They hit all the points.  Character development, story telling, creativity, and cinematography.  For a self proclaimed sci-fi and action movie junkie...I was shocked that I liked it so much.  But what Maleficent did...what they did right....was simply tell a really good story.  Again...it wasn't anything new.  We know that story.  But the way they told it...was simply amazing.

Everyone has a story....even the most despicable of Villains.

     Movies are meant to entertain.  They are an escape.  Movies bring families together for a couple hours, or get friends out of the house for an evening.  Perhaps Hollywood needs to remember that it's not the special effects, or the surprise endings, or the shock factor that brings us to the movies.  All they need to do, is tell a good story.

     All the special effects, all the twist endings, all the crazy characters are lost...if the story is just not told very well.  It's a shame that such talented actors can give such strong performances that, due to a poorly written script, are over shadowed by lack of plot or poor story telling.

     In a world of Hollywood thrillers and blockbusters, edge of your seat action and strange characters, all I have to say is...Thank God for Disney Villains.

Sarge,
Out

Watching Other People Live Their Lives

     So I'm sitting in Starbucks. Right now, as I type this. I just came from an mixed emotional morning watching the Punk play football. He rocked it...scoring three touchdowns and leading his team to a 20-0 victory. 

     The other part was that the Ex was there.  It's been six months since we have spoken to each other or seen each other outside of a courthouse. 

     I was thrilled to see my son play.  But, Just the sight of the Ex gets me feeling some kind of way about life in general.  So...I decided after the game, to come here and have a cuppa joe.  It's my daytime equivalent of cracking open a cold one. 

I love hanging out here.  Normally it would be with my friend, Nice Guy Bobby. There has, sadly, been some distance between us lately.  So I'm at the Spot solo.  

Normally, The Nice Guy and I would sit...drink coffee...and just people watch, while finding any number of random things to discuss.  This practice became known as Shimming and Shamming.  And we were pros.  

Today, I needed to shake off the feeling that I had after spending an hour and a half with my Ex within line of sight. Funny how we retreat to the familiar when things get uncertain around us.  

     I ordered my usual and took a seat in one of the comfy leather chairs by the window. It was at that point that I decided to fall into one of my comfort zones.  

     I started watching, observing...seeing what I could see around me.   The people have been flowing in and out in a steady stream since I sat down. And I am not disappointed.  

     After about half an hour of watching, it occurred to me...I am almost shimming and shamming...all by myself.  I just need someone to talk to.  

     That's where you all come in. 

     I pulled out my trusty phone and started snapping pictures.  

     People fascinate me.  The diversity of the clientele makes for an interesting time for a guy who loves just observing.  It's even more fun for a guy who likes to write about what he observes. 

     There was the girl who had her nose to her phone the entire time she sat there.  (Says the guy eyeball deep as he types a blog post on his phone!)  it honestly made me wonder what was so interesting on her screen.  

     I observed the older patrons.  The old man waiting for his wife as she ordered.  I think he was people watching just as much as I was.  There was also the old guy by the window reading his paper.  

     I couldn't help but chuckle out loud at the guy walking in, mirrored sunglasses remaining firmly in place over his eyes (which is where they stayed the whole time...). Note...it's cloudy and rainy today.  He ordered and took at seat at the bar and proceeded to smoke his electronic vapor inhaler thingamahoochy as he continued to protect his eyes from harmful UV Rays.  People like this will henceforth be referred to as "Chads."

     I'd like to explain why there is not a picture of this Chad.  

     Chads are an epidemic that have been plaguing this nation for decades.  It all started When the first collar was popped on a polo shirt, and now continues as Chads wear their sunglasses indoors, or park directly under the NO PARKING sign because they are going to "just run in real quick."  

     I, for one, would like to see Chads put to an end.  Therefore, while the picture would have been entertaining...as you can almost SEE his ego oozing off of him...I cannot in good conscience promote or glorify such heinous creatures.  I feel I have already given too much attention to this particular Chad.  

     So...moving on....

     There are the college kids, all studying or doing homework on their laptops.  The crowd that just finished a session of yoga or Pilates or whatever the current fitness trend is, came in and ordered their skinny lates and frapes. 

     I watched them all, and for a while...I forgot my own issues and frustrations.  I got lost in the "what if's" and the "why's" of who they were or might be.  

     As odd as it may sound, it felt good to see that life was happening all around me. That things were normal...or as normal as they can be in our twisted little world.  It surprised me that I felt this way, but I decided to go with it.  

     It just re-assured me that the world is still going to be here when the dust settles.  That normal doesn't stop...sometimes is just changes.  The Spot used to be something I did with my best friend.  I learned today that while I may not hang with him as much, I can still enjoy the things I always have.  

     The "new normal" may take a little getting used to. But it's not as scary as I thought it would be. I found my comfort zone, again.  

     All it took was a few moments to breathe, and check out life around me.  It's amazing what you can find out about yourself when you're watching other people live their lives.  

Sarge,

Out