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'You underestimate the Power of Social Networking.'

Wow, last week was a slow blogging week. Not intentional, I assure you. As I blogged, the little guy had a rough week, which meant that I had less computer time and mostly wanted to go straight to bed as soon as they were in bed.

He seems to be doing better- either that or I finally figured out how to help expedite the end of his tantrums. I’m not sure. But somehow we’ve settled into a groove.

But that has nothing to do with social networking. This does. Yesterday morning, a food stylist was on a flight and was pulled from it for questioning before take off. Why? A passenger had noted his “Atom Bomb” tattoo across his fingers and felt he was a flight risk. He explained that Atom Bomb was a nickname, and was allowed back on the flight. But he tweeted about it. His followers shared it, and it spread like wildfire. I’ve yet to see any sort of statement from Delta.

When I shared this link, a family friend shared that she sat next to someone who had recently been reading a book on Islam, but left it at home because he knew someone who’d been pulled off a flight for doing so. I understand that people are still afraid of terrorism, but we’ve become so terrified of something that isn’t so much a risk anymore that now we’re profiling individuals based on their appearance.

Honestly, I probably would have let this slide if it had been the flight crew who were concerned. Or if there had been some sort of comment that was paired with his tattoo that made the passenger think he might be a risk. But it wasn’t. It was one person who looked at him with his tattoos and judged him based on it.

Another friend of mine brought up that like Kevin Smith and SouthWest Airlines, that this was aided by his status as a well known food stylist who was followed on Twitter by celebrity chefs. I’m sure it caused it to spread more quickly, but it’s not like individuals haven’t had their stories heard because they weren’t celebrities. All it took was a catchy video, and the musician whose guitar was destroyed by United Airlines was making the morning news circuit. And Monica Gaudio wasn’t anyone- but it only took a few days for her story about Cooks Source stealing her material to spread across the internet and ruin the magazine.

I’m sure that being a celebrity helps- but honestly, so long as your story is relatable it doesn’t take much for it to go viral. After all, you just have to click Retweet or Share and suddenly, you’re sharing it with all of your friends/followers who can pass it on just as easily. See? That’s the power of social networking. (Admittedly, not all of us regularly crash websites like Neil Gaiman, but you know- we all have reach)

Originally published at American Whitney. You can comment here or there.

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The weather today is warm, but this is what we woke up to. Thick thick fog. The Oldest Kidlet had a hard time understanding why we couldn’t see the hills- though I wish I could have gotten a picture of the deer up in the fog. That was cool.

But it was beautifully foggy- where you could see a little bit in front of you, but everything else vanishes. Bits of buildings, and plants appear as you drive. When I was little, my sister and I used to call them Brigadoon days, after the movie/musical. (If you haven’t seen it, check it out. It’s quite a treat.) I snapped the picture after dropping off the Oldest Kidlet, pulling over to the side of the pretty empty road and putting on my blinkers for the few seconds it took to take.

Yesterday was the Little Kidlet’s birthday. He’s 3! We had a nice low key day- his party is this weekend. However, there is one thing that has given me the blues- it’s that inevitably, birthday kids are on their worst behavior around their birthday. I’m not sure if it’s growing pains, or something psychological with knowing that it’s a special day. My little mellow kid? Did nothing but provoke fights with his brother yesterday, and then today threw a never ending tantrum.

First he didn’t want to go pick up his brother. But he didn’t want to stay home with my mother-in-law, either. So I put him in the car. He was mad that I wouldn’t let him take his ball in to pick up his brother. Then he was mad that I wouldn’t let him steal another kid’s schoolwork, and after I explained it wasn’t the Oldest Kidlet’s, threw a fit that I wouldn’t let him hold THOSE papers.

There’s a little wooden trolley outside the school that the preschoolers all seem to stop at. Oldest Kidlet hopped up while the little guy obsessed over the papers I was holding in my hand. The oldest one hopped off the trolley, ready to go home and that’s when the little guy realized he’d missed his window to play. I carried him to the car, and he cried. Flipped out. So much that he wore himself out and fell asleep on the 15 minute drive home.

Thankfully he’s in a better mood right now.

My parents are dropping by with the beds that they made for the boys today. My little guys are graduating to twin sized beds! Of course, this means I’m sure to have a few nights were both boys are getting up… but I’m so excited for them! I’ll make sure I get plenty of pictures- and maybe even some of their room, since I’m going to finally paint the murals on the walls. But as a teaser- the beds are knock-offs of Pottery Barn Teen’s Store-It Bed. My parents found a pattern for it, and made it- for a fraction of the cost from Pottery Barn Teen (Each bed would be $599, not including tax and S&H).

Originally published at American Whitney. You can comment here or there.

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