Single Moms on Planet Earth
Laying on the couch feeling sorry for yourself usually does not pave the way for groundbreaking realizations. However, laying on the couch watching Planet Earth on Netflix, makes for a single mom feel-good factory of hope and inspiration.
My good friends raved about Planet Earth because they, being good harmless Stoners, like to get ripped and watch the Discovery and Food Channels. Yeah, remember my obsession with Intervention (I can’t link to my post since I DELETED IT grrr)? Never once saw a weed smoker on there. Saw tons of Alcoholics, and guess what? Alcohol is legal!
Ok I’m really not going to get into the whole “legalize it” debate. I live in Colorado, its going to be on the ballot one day.
So upon rave reviews, I added Planet Earth to my Netflix, and since I was conveniently depressed/sick/ragging/at home yesterday, I proceeded to watch all 3 hours of disc one. Within 15 minutes, I was calling my Stoner friends, my sister the lesbian Geologist, ranting “Did you know that in Ethiopia…”
Uh, yeah we knew. We HAVE television. Uh yeah, I’ve BEEN to Ethiopia. Once again, this single mom is a year behind the rest of the entertainment world, and I used to be on the cutting edge, man!
Why was I ranting into my phone in maniacal menstrual madness? Because Planet Earth is all about single moms. Its about a single mama Snow Leopard, without any help, dragging a full grown Ibex up the Siberian cliffs in a raging blizzard to feed her cub. Its about a single mama Polar bear watching her cubs and simultaneously hunting for food. Its about single mama Panda Bear sitting alone in her den, nursing her cub, with no one to bring her something to eat. Its about survival, and the instinct to protect your child.
Obviously we are a highly developed species with the conveniences of modern human life. I can’t compare my pushing a shopping cart down the aisles of a grocery store to dragging a 300 lb goat up a cliff face with my teeth. But the intent is still the same: to ensure the survival of my child.
In a complicated, manufactured way, I follow a single mom’s guide to survival: I get up every morning. I wash, clothe and feed my child. I take her to a safe place while I hunt for a money. I use money to provide shelter, food and transportation. I repeat the process.
See? There is dignified, beautiful, natural honor in being a single mom.
Or maybe I have been thrown into full blown Hormonal Psychosis where I see myself as a Snow Leopard.