I’m absolutely ancient, but I guess my parents were outliers. Never got spanked or hit.
My dad was more into subtle punishment that we kids never even realized until years later even happened. When I was 17 I would go out with friends Friday night and drink until I puked. My dad could tell.
Saturday morning he’d tell me there was work that needed done, typically involving digging in hard soil under a hot sun. The hole I created eventually needed to be filled back in, due to reasons, the next time I was hungover.
I never realized what was going on until years later when he did the same routine with my little brother.
I do not remember ever being spanked but my parents called me the dead end kid, so I’m pretty sure they did.
When i was a tween, I marked up my grandfather’s new vinyl siding. I remember him getting mad at me, but I don’t remember him spanking me. Mom was really surprised he spanked me, so it must have happened
When I was about ten my mom took a swing at me with a yard stick and it broke. I scarcely felt it, certainly no stinging, but I clutched my leg hollering bloody murder, pressing all of her guilt buttons.
I don’t really remember getting spanked. I can remember having to get a switch off a bush for my mother to use but I don’t remember any trauma from it. I guess she was just psyching us out making us get the instrument of our own punishment.
It wasn’t actually a spank but once I smacked my nephew’s hand. It was during the holidays and there were finger foods on the table. He put something in his mouth and then spit it out on the table. I smacked his hand. He ran in the living room yelling that aunt aurora had hit him. My sister said “well, you must have done something wrong”. I explained; it was all good. As far as I know, she never spanked her kids. She was of the “if you do that one more time…” with no follow-through school of discipline. And the kids turned out alright.
I was hardly ever spanked by my parents as a kid, and always with an open palm over my pants-covered bottom. I was spanked exactly once in all my school years by a teacher, Mrs. Hill. She didn’t like me and the feeling was more than mutual.
I spanked each of our three sons on the rare occasion when talking to them, or warning them, hadn’t worked. All three have turned out to be fine young men, I’m happy to say.
Other: It would depend on whether I thought they were genuinely trying to attract diverse students/workers/etc. and the photo would be actually useful for that purpose; or whether I thought they were just trying to – what’s the equivalent here of “greenwash”? – the institution/company.
“Gritted”! Just like I’ve done every time someone says, “I pet the dog” rather than “I petted the dog” when discussing a past action.
And I don’t want to be on anyone’s brochure, but especially not when they’re trying to use me to pretend it’s not all white guys.
But despite my feminism, I took my husband’s surname in 1981. It was partly for convenience, partly because I didn’t see a lot of difference between keeping my dad’s name and taking my husband’s, but mainly because I liked his better, and it bumped me closer to the head of the line when it’s in alphabetical order.
I voted, but in real life, it would depend on a lot of things. Are they trying to become more diverse? Will i be fired if i don’t do it? (That’s not the hill i will die on.) Does it interfere with my actual work?
By sheer coincidence, I got asked almost exactly this poll question by my supervisor at work yesterday. Since I was just hired only a few weeks ago (and not as part of any targetted hire program), I told him I’d have to think about it. On the one hand, I’m not sure I want to be anyone’s poster boy, especially since I’ve gotten this far in my career without explicitly drawing any attention to my status. But on the other hand, I recognize that potential future colleagues coming from a similar (maybe even less privileged) background as me might benefit from having a role model, and so this might help eventually achieve a diversity at the workplace that better reflects the diversity of the population at large.
Mrs Magill is actually Mrs Maiden Name Magill. We got married while she was working as a consultant, and she had about four months of airline tickets, so she just tacked Magill onto her two word Italian last name. Spelling it out is fun.
When she was having all her cancer adventures a couple of years ago, her doctors and nurses would often address me a Mr Maiden Name Magill. I never bothered correcting them.
I’m a white guy IRL but I opted for “yes” for the reasons already mentioned: if my workplace was lacking in diversity and I thought they were just using me to make themselves look good, my confidence in the any assurance that I could say ‘no’ without any consequence would be low.
As Lent approaches, it’s time for my annual lament that there are zero Calabash style seafood joints in Nashville.
Papa needs his deviled crabs.
Fun fact: Calabash, NC is little more than a wide spot on US 17. However, it has twenty-five thousand Calabash style restaurants, each of which claims to be the “first and original.”
One difficulty in attempting to make Calabash style seafood (or just the shrimp, really) on the West Coast is that I don’t think I’ve seen small “popcorn” shrimp sold raw anywhere. Small shrimp is pretty much always sold pre-cooked, for use in shrimp salads and such. Raw shrimp are pretty much always “jumbo” shrimp. The only raw small shrimp I’ve seen sold raw are Trader Joe’s “seafood medley”, raw frozen shrimp, calamari rings, and scallops all bagged together. I guess I could cook all three of those Calabash style. Would the different types of seafood require different cooking times?
I might have been wrong about Calabash seafood using cornmeal. One description I found online said that, but all the actual recipes I can find just use flour. And based on my memories of what it tastes like, flour seems right.