Monday, April 25, 2016

Target Did Us A Favor

I saw and shared this article on Facebook the other day, but it calls for more attention than a simple Facebook post. The title of the article, Continuing to Stand for Inclusion, is misleading at best because, while Target is trying to appear "inclusive" they are really being very exclusive by this public announcement of their policy in this area. Their policy is not new, it's simply more well known now.

But, in all honesty. they did us a favor. By letting us know that the labels on their bathroom doors have no meaning, we are now fully informed and information is power. It has also brought awareness to the forefront .....awareness that Target has been a cesspool of abuse for a very long time. Read this list of offenses, dating back to 2014 to see for yourself.

Without Target's openness about their policy and their willingness to publicly emphasize it, we might actually feel safe in their stores. Now that we know they support the "peeping tom" mentality and are not even pretending to care about their patrons' safety, it's a huge relief.

A bathroom door label will not keep a predator out of a ladies bathroom any more than a sign that says "No guns allowed" will keep a shooter from using one to shoot people if he sets his mind to it. Department stores don't police their bathrooms and fitting rooms. It has been an honor system all along, and one which has failed as the above referenced articles show.

But, we can police our personal space, ourselves.

In today's world, with cultural norms being redefined by the world of sin, we have to decide for ourselves how we will function.  As the mom of 8 kids, I never let my kids go into a public bathroom alone until a certain age. Then, by that certain age, they had to take a sibling with them. If it was my boys, they had so many minutes to be back out or I would be coming in after them. I did not hesitate when needed. I never let my girls go to a public bathroom alone till they were in their teens and even then I was keeping a secret eye on who was going in and out of that facility. Had we walked into a ladies room to find a man, I would have walked my girls right back out and told them how inappropriate it was for a man to be in there and tell them how much he needed Jesus.

I'm not super surprised at Target's policy. They are the world. They are not going to have decent standards. They are not going to operate on an acceptable level. They have had Peeping Toms in their bathrooms and fitting rooms for years. I have never really felt safe from predatory eyes there.

I'm not excusing Target, either, I'm simply saying I don't expect them to have policies that line up with decency; I don't trust them to keep me or my family safe. I never have. It's my job to keep my family safe. That might mean I won't use public bathrooms in places like Target, or try on clothes there. It might mean I won't shop there at all.

One thing I know for sure: I will never expect a retail facility to keep my family safe.

Boycotting Target might make them pause for a minute about their policies, or it might even make them change their policies if they lose enough revenue. It's all about the bottom line, always. But, even if Target changes their policy to something we find more suitable, it does not guarantee our safety. No one is policing this.

And, it's not just Target. I have never seen a department store station a guard outside their bathrooms or fitting rooms. Target did us a favor by making it known that they are operating without morals and decency. This really is good information to know.


Saturday, April 2, 2016

The Power of Priority

For years, decades really, I boiled eggs for coloring at Easter time. I would boil dozens of eggs and the kids and I would make a huge mess and color all the eggs. When a person does this for decades, it almost becomes routine and certainly becomes expected. No matter how tired I was with raising 8 kids, I always had time and energy to color dozens of Easter eggs and enlist the kids' help.

Coloring eggs at Easter was a priority.

This year, even though my youngest turned 18 in January, I had every intention of coloring eggs, even if I did it by myself. So, I hard boiled 8 eggs the Thursday before Easter and bought an egg coloring kit. I even checked out a few methods on Pinterest.

On the Tuesday after Easter, one of my sons went to make some scrambled eggs. He took his first egg, cracked it against the side of a bowl, then came to me and said, "Um, Mother, are all the eggs hard boiled?"

I forgot to color the eggs! Eight lonely eggs sat in an egg carton in the frig and never got colored!
I'd run out of time.

I had time to color dozens of eggs when my kids were little, but this year I had no time for egg coloring. Coloring eggs was simply not a priority.

Priority has power.
(There were other eggs, so my son had his scrambled eggs.)
Next year, I'll color eggs.