http://money.aol.com/top5/general/best-dollar-store-buys-5
I have to disagree with this article in general, and in specifics.
The gist of the article is this: some things you can buy cheap and it doesn’t matter. Off-brands are just as good.
I agree with that principle, which was the whole reason I read the article. However, I disagree with nearly every example they give.
Cleaning supplies, for instance. The author states that the off brands are the same, just “a little more diluted”. Well, yes…depending on your definition of “a little”! Anyone who has used these knows very well that they are more than a little diluted, and you nearly always find yourself using considerably more to do the same job. That is not a savings, any way you slice it.
Gift wrap I agree with, even though the off-brand dollar stuff is generally about the thickness of the outer skin of an onion – it doesn’t matter all that much unless you’re really trying to impress someone.
Snacks – again, I disagree. These are typically off-brand, which means they are not the same product at all, and taste usually matters to people in this area. Also, very frequently they have been sitting on the shelf for some time and are quite stale. Also, you will often find that the same size bag may be less than $1.00 elsewhere, particularly if you shop sales – and it will be fresher.
Shampoo – couldn’t agree less! This actually horrifies me, that the author is claiming that it doesn’t matter what is in your shampoo. If you care anything about the condition or quality of your hair, it certainly does matter! Particularly if you, like me, have a problem with alcohol drying your hair. You may not need to pay $30 a bottle, but you definitely don’t want the $1.00 crap anywhere near your head! And yes, there are differences in the contents, particularly in the amount of alcohol.
As to kitchen accessories, I absolutely agree that expensive is not necessarily better, except in the case of bladed utensils. However, the examples given are absurd – the author is not even comparing identical items! A corkscrew is unquestionably different from a bottle opener! Also, many of these items are considerably cheaper than $1.00 if purchased at Wal-Mart or somewhere similar – the rubber scraper you pay $1.00 for at the dollar store can be purchased in a 4- or 6- pack for $1.99!
And that leads to my general objection – not only are the items the author compares generally not even the same, but the prices quoted are not, generally speaking, from places where you would normally buy these things. Let’s see a comparison to Wal-Mart’s prices, shall we? Or K-Mart? Or a real grocery store like Kroger. Why are we seeing Rite-Aid and CVS? Do you buy this stuff there? Because I certainly wouldn’t, unless I had a very high fever and someone else’s credit cards.
It seems to me that the author went out and found the most expensive item he/she could possibly consider similar, and priced it at the most expensive place that carried it, just to make his/her point. Inaccurate, irresponsible, and annoying.
I think it could have been a great article, had the author chosen his/her examples with more care. But again, you get what you pay for. The article was, after all, free.
I have been making a journey for the past year, originally intended to be a short trip toward a few pounds off – but it has snowballed into a complete life change. I have learned so much from the Biggest Loser Club, and have a far greater understanding now of why I got where I was, and what I need to do to keep from going back there.
I have met an enormous number of people who are undertaking the same journey, and have seen both ends of the spectrum – those who are grimly determined to do whatever they must, and those who clearly should not be in the Club because they are not even close to making a real commitment to healthy living. I know that I have been in both groups… but I hope that I am firmly entrenched, now, in the first.
I wrote this during a moment of extreme frustration with some of the excuses I was hearing (and making!):
This is about ME. It is for ME. It is up to ME, because in the end, the only one who can change ME is, yep, you guessed it, ME.
It is about ME because, after all, this is my life. It is my health, it is my entire future on the line. Will I spend it overweight, listless, tired and unhealthy? Will I spend it always thinking in terms of what I “can” and “can’t” do? Will I spend it as a bad example for my children and as living proof to those around me that it “can’t be done”? Or will I spend it taking responsibility every second of every day for all of my actions and decisions? Will I spend it making a conscious choice each time I take a bite or get up of my chair, to be healthy and strong and constantly improving? Will I be a beacon to my children, of strength and hope and responsibility and self-value? No one can make that choice but ME.
It is for ME because I don’t want to be tired. I don’t want to be depressed; I don’t want to feel that I am a failure and worthless and lazy and undisciplined and a quitter. I don’t want to be fat. I don’t want to be weak. I don’t want to have high blood pressure…high cholesterol…heart palpitations…migraines…joint problems…muscle weakness…fatigue. I don’t want to be listless and aimless and hopeless. I don’t want to age – I want to ripen! I want to blossom, into the most amazing, strong, beautiful, sexy, powerful person I can possibly be. I want my late 30s, my 40s, my 50s – to be the best part of my life so far. I want to be friends with my daughters as they grow up and start their own families; I want to be the “young grandma” – and y’all, that has nothing to do with age! I want to play. I want to be able to go with my husband on cruises and vacations and whatever, and have fun. I want to LIVE the rest of my life – not just exist. I want to know that my husband can look at me and be proud that I am his, and know that he is at least as blessed in his wife as any other guy out there. I know he already loves me, and thinks I’m great. I want to agree with him. I want to love myself as much as he loves me, because – no, not because of how I look – because I did this. Because I did not quit. Because I was strong and fierce and not to be denied! Because I refused to take no for an answer from myself. Because I was good enough. Because I just did it. That’s what I want for ME.
It is up to ME, because who can do this for me? No one. My friends can support me and encourage me and compliment me, and they do. They can be there for me by not offering me unhealthy crap that they know I don’t need. They can listen with a sympathetic ear when I whine about how hard it is. They can understand that I don’t eat out with them a lot any more because it’s just not in line with my plan. They can help me…but they can’t do it for me.
My husband can support me too, and tell me how great and sexy I look, and how proud he is of me. He can brag about me to his friends and his family and our neighbors and yes, even virtual strangers on the street – and he does. He can buy me new clothes and give me rewards for my progress like a new bike at 25 pounds or a vacation getaway at 50 pounds…and he does! He can even go so far as to do the program with me, because it makes it easier for me and makes me feel better about his health – and oh, he does. But no matter how wonderful he is, no matter how much he is there for me, he cannot do it for me.
My kids can put up with the changes, tolerating even the loss of some of their favorite foods because they are my favorites too and I can’t have them in the house — and they do. They can put up with the switch to whole-wheat, low-fat, no-sodium, etc…without complaining much…and for the most part, they do. They can tell me I look really skinny and tell their teachers I’m getting thin – and my goodness, they do! They can cheer me on and give me stern looks and finger-shakes when I reach for that brownie or those French fries – and good Lord, you’d better believe they do. But no matter what, no matter how patient they are and how supportive, they cannot do it for me.
My online BLC message-board family can be there for me in so many ways…they can listen to me whine and cry and rage about everything imaginable. They can share their own frustrations and successes and worries…they can be there to give me a shoulder or a whip-crack, depending on which I need…they can know exactly what I’m going through and how hard it can be…and they can tell me what has helped them, what has worked for them, and so make me wiser and stronger and more likely to succeed. And oh, my friends, they do…they do. But no, I’m sorry…even they cannot do it for me.
No one can. It is, and always will be, up to ME.
No one can change ME, except for ME. You might think that makes ME feel rather alone. And I guess it could, if I looked at it that way. But guess what? I don’t. Because here’s the cool thing…
“No one can change ME but ME.” Really, really think about what that means. No one else can change ME…but I can. I can change ME. I can do this for ME. I can, I can, I can!
No more “can’t”. Not for ME! I can stop blaming my health on everything else in the world, step up and take responsibility – and that’s hard for a lot of people, because no one wants to feel like they are responsible for being the way we are. But what they fail to realize is that doing so is incredibly empowering – because if only YOU got you where you are today, then only YOU can get you out. And again, really think about those words…only YOU can…which breaks down to “YOU can!”
But you have to do it. Talking about it won’t work…thinking about it won’t work…planning it out won’t work…making all the lists and menus and schedules and routines in the world won’t work…unless you do it. All those things are very valuable tools to keep you going, but you have to get started first.
Step 1: Put down the brownie…Step 2: pick up the apple or the carrot sticks or the wheat bread or the lean protein or whatever your Biggest Loser Club meal plan calls for. Step 3: Get up and move. Doesn’t matter how, just move. Repeat as necessary.
And remember, Steps 2 and 3 are at least as important as Step 1! Self-denial and restraint are nothing at all if you are not replacing the bad habits with the good. Don’t starve your body – feed it what it needs! If you have to go over your calories for the day, do it with healthy stuff! Your body does know the difference, and it will reward you with better muscle tone, less fat, greater endurance, and an enormous sense of well-being.
Think of it like this: If your car is running poorly and getting bad gas mileage because of bad fuel, what do you do? Do you stop putting gas in it entirely, or keep giving it the same bad stuff, but just give it less? Don’t be ridiculous! Of course not, because then you get nowhere at all! The very best that can happen there is you stall and are stuck in one spot – the worst is you ruin your engine.
No, what you do is you give it good fuel. (You probably also have some sort of repairs done, too, if you’ve let it go long enough.) You go out and you find out what kind of fuel it needs, and you give it that. And it runs better.
So treat yourself and your body at least as well as you treat your car! Regular maintenance and necessary repairs (doctor’s visits); periodic driving (exercise!) — because we know cars need to be driven regularly – and good fuel. It’s not so much to ask, really.
It isn’t going to be easy – kicking an addiction, and changing your habits completely, is not easy. But the great news is that it’s not impossible, either. How, you ask, can you do it? There’s no magic formula or potion or chant to recite. Nobody can tell you a shortcut or a “cheat”. (They can tell you, but it won’t work.) You have to just do it. Just put down the lead and pick up the gold. Don’t think about it, don’t examine it, don’t plan to do it later – just do it NOW. And again in five minutes…no excuses, no laziness, no self-pity, no justification. Just do it, one decision at a time. Don’t think about the next decision…don’t think about the last decision. I don’t care if you ate a doughnut an hour ago or you’re going to eat a great salad later – what are you eating now? I don’t care if you worked out this morning or you’re going to run a mile later…what are you doing now?
Just do it. Stop making excuses and start making changes. If you have health issues – work around them. FIND a way. There is always a way. TALK to your doctor, don’t just say you’re going to – pick up the phone right now and call, tell him what your health issues are and ask him what exercise you can do. Don’t accept a lame, half-answer like “gentle exercise”. Get a specific response. Can you walk? Can you exercise in a pool? Can you use a recumbent bike?
We all have issues…we all have problems…we all have “reasons” why we just can’t do it. And it’s all a bunch of BS. There may be things you can’t do – but there is something you can do. FIND IT.
The bottom line is, you can make excuses to me all day long. You can make excuses to everyone who wants to help you and give you tips. You can come up with a million different “reasons” why you can’t do it. But you can’t lie to your body. It knows. So if you are interested in finding excuses why it’s just “too hard” – save yourself, and us, the grief. Just give up now and accept that you will always be unhealthy, because if you are more interested in making excuses than in making changes, you will be.
But if you really and truly are done with the extra weight…done with the body mass that doesn’t belong there…done with being tired and not feeling well and feeling older than you are…then you have to do it. You have to do the work, even when it’s hard.
It’s worth it, I promise.
Filed under: Nonsense, PMS, Random thoughts, Rants, tongue-in-cheek
Okay, someone really needs to explain to me the evolutionary purpose of PMS.
Assuming that humanity in fact has become what it currently is as a result of a process that retained characteristics that AID in survival, and abandoned characteristics that HINDERED survival…every characteristic that is prevalent in most of mankind (womankind, in this case) should probably be a survival trait, yes?
So tell me, please, how it is that blind, unthinking rage; intermittent bouts of severe depression; homicidal tendencies; and a complete inability to tolerate the slightest aggravation can possibly aid in the survival of the species? Because frankly, I don’t get it. But I have it.
Here’s what I think. I think that PMS, and in fact the entire menstrual experience, are actually Nature’s punishment for failing, for yet another month, to do our part to contribute to the survival of the species – i.e., get pregnant. I think this is a giant cosmic Smack Down for letting down the team. It’s the only explanation that makes sense. Cramps, body aches, muscle and joint weakness, extreme fatigue, and sheer insanity cannot possibly be considered survival traits! (Oh yeah, and don’t forget that extra 10 pounds of fluid that leaves you about as able to avoid predators as the Pillsbury Doughboy!)
The problem is, pregnancy gets you all that crap too, plus 18 years of the severe depression, unthinking rage and extreme fatigue…so where’s the incentive?
Somebody dropped the ball here.
I have Views on this. First, let me say that I have to agree on the point that it is essential to encourage children to express their creativity and personal style. This is something they need to do for proper development, absolutely. Paint, sculpture, dance, athletics, creative writing…there are a wide variety of media through which this can be accomplished.
I have to disagree that it is necessary to do so through clothing, and I doubt this is the true motivation behind this movement. I suspect that the parents who are opposed to this are not the ones lined up at Wal-Mart in the “clothing vouchers only” line. I suspect that the parents protesting this are the ones who are just as concerned as their children about what someone else is wearing, and whether what they themselves have is better.
In an age when our schools are struggling to produce graduates who can hold their own in a global job market, I find it amazing that parents are more concerned about self-expression than about removing one more distraction that prevents kids from focusing on what they are SUPPOSED TO BE really there for – to learn. (I say “supposed to be” because as far as I am concerned, many schools have become more social gathering places than educational facilities any more, and I lay much of the blame for that at the feet of belligerent, uncooperative and over-coddling parents.) While I certainly do not believe that school needs to be a trudging, depressing, stifling environment, I also do not think that the equalization of uniforms will necessarily create such an environment. The environment of any school is only as good as its educators, and a teacher who encourages self-expression and creativity will not suddenly become a Hitler-esque martinet overnight simply because all his or her students are now wearing khaki pants or skirts and navy shirts.
I also suspect that these parents who are so concerned about “self-expression” would not be nearly so supportive of that concept if it involved the child painting freestyle over the wallpaper in the formal dining room! I believe this is merely an excuse for parents to throw a grown-up version of a kicking, screaming fit because someone else has made a decision about what is best for their children, without consulting them.
You are certainly welcome to disagree with me, but as far as I am concerned our society has become over-permissive, and far too concerned with coddling the delicate psyches of our children, rather than teaching them core values and giving them the necessary tools to make their way in the Real World.
Answer this for me, you parents who are concerned with self-expression: When your child shows up to work at a Fortune 500 company in ripped jeans and a skull and crossbones T-shirt, do you honestly think their supervisor is going to wave it off with a “He’s just expressing himself”? Not in the Real World – which is what we are supposed to be preparing our children to deal with!
And the final comment: purchasing uniforms is no more expensive (and may be far less!) than spending thousands (yes, thousands) of dollars trying to help your child keep up with the latest fads. And if you are adamant that they simply must have those Lucky jeans – no one’s telling them they can’t wear what they want to the mall.
http://www.parentdish.com/2007/07/27/junie-b-jones-and-the-case-for-spelling-grammar/12#c6499353
It’s not the article that pisses me off, but the comments.
You will NOT find anyone on the planet who is a bigger proponent of proper spelling and grammar. However, this is ridiculous.
I have read these books. I know these books. My daughter loves these books. She does not, for one second, think that they represent proper grammar. She does not learn spelling from these books. She reads them, not to be educated, but to be entertained.
WHEN did we stop allowing our children to be entertained?!? WHEN did that become a crime? WHEN did it become necessary for every single thing they encounter to be “good for them”?
Anyone who thinks that Junie B. Jones needs to be BANNED is a self-absorbed, pretentious idiot with far, far too much time on his or her hands and far, far too little to worry about. And yes, you can quote me on that.
Filed under: Health and Fitness, Rants, Self-Respect, Social Commentary, weight loss, Womanhood, women's issues
Forgive me…I will warn in advance that this is angry and opinionated and…hostile.
But I mean, honestly. Sometimes people make me so angry I could cry. Here is this father, who is a fashion designer, talking about the sobering discovery that his daughter has an eating disorder, and lamenting the unrealistic standards of the fashion industry that help to create situations like this.
And several comments down, here’s this troll commenting that a size 10 to 12 is only average because Americans are all fat, and we shouldn’t pretend that’s acceptable. And meanwhile, she is a size zero and perfectly healthy. (She’s responding to a somewhat angry comment that the father’s promotion of a size 4 to 6 is not any better than the fashion industry standard of 0 to 2. I thought that comment was a bit overheated too, though I agreed.)
I only commented (mine is about number 41 or so) because I couldn’t reach “J”, to knock her the f&*k out. And it is so good that I couldn’t because I don’t think I’d have stopped kicking her when she lost consciousness…
Am I the only person who is sick to utter death at these women who help perpetuate the myth that we all need to be a particular size? Please don’t misunderstand me…I am on a journey here, striving for the utter limit of good health and wellness and fitness, and I don’t intend to stop ever because, well, you can’t. You don’t get there and then go on vacation. It’s for life. But…
I also accept that “healthy” for me is not the same as “healthy” for someone else. At a size 16/18, I was horribly unhealthy. I was heading for an early grave. At a size 8, I’m in pretty darned good shape. But I know women who, at a size 16/18, are in great shape. They’re strong, they have excellent medical test results, they are athletic, they are happy. For them, health is not about a number or a measurement or a BMI or anything else. I also know women who are a size 2, who can’t carry a damned 24-pack of bottled water and couldn’t finish a 5K if their lives depended on it. It’s not about a number on the scale or the tape measure.
Why do we do this to our daughters? Our sisters, our mothers, our nieces and friends? Ourselves? I am so, so sad. Because it’s bad, it’s really bad, when the faceless media does it to us. It’s unforgiveable when we do it to each other.
Madelaine Albright said, “There’s a special place in hell for women who do not help other women.” I believe that. And as far as I’m concerned, “J” has a one-way ticket. If that’s overly hostile…okay. I can live with that.