Last year, I happened to be online when conversations began bouncing around Twitter regarding the First Portland Pie-Off. As a believer in service, especially self-sacrificing service, I volunteered to serve as a judge for this worthy cause. Without too much hesitation, they accepted my selfless offer. It turned out to not be too much of a sacrifice – I had a great time!
This year, for some strange reason, they asked me to encore my judging skills. Yes, that’s right, I get to have to judge pies again!
Photo by Amber Case
It really was fun last year. There must have been about 50 pies. Fruit, faux, vegetable, savory, creamy custards – just about any kind of pie you could imagine. In addition, there were about 100 spectators – people from all around Portland came to catch some free pie the excitement. We laughed, ate some great pies (it was really hard to decided the winners!), and genuinely had some good, old-fashioned, community fun.
Seriously – you need to come out to this year’s event. It really is a lot of fun!
A friend wrote this on her Facebook wall the other day:
“I want to know if there is a superhuman out there that is able to wash the dishes and NOT get the front of their shirt wet? If such a person exists, PLEASE share with me your secret. thank you very much…”
My answer to my five-foot tall friend, was short (no pun intended) and to the point:
“I think it has to do with height.”
This got me to thinking about perspectives – and how we all tend to view things differently. Almost every home I walk into, I find dusty shelves at my eye-level and above. It’s not that my friends are bad housekeepers, per se, it has more to do with the height of average woman in North America. But, there’s another factor in play here too. Why aren’t the men in those households, who are tall enough to see these dusty surfaces, doing something about it?
I believe there are fundamental differences between men and women. Besides the very obvious, and enjoyable, sexual characteristics, men tend to be taller (on average), and women shorter. But this only explains the first half of the equation – that is, why there is dust on top of refrigerators and bathroom cabinets. There is another important part of this equation and that is…
[NOTE: If you are a man in a household, you may either want to stop reading here, or do everything in your power to prevent your significant other from reading the rest of this post. You have been warned.]
Why do the taller men in a household not take care of the dust that collects above the women’s eye-level? Again, I believe there are some very basic differences in the way men and women are put together – not just their exteriors, but our brains as well. Here are my conclusions as to why there are still dusty flat surfaces in homes with tall men in them:
1. Honestly, men just don’t notice these surfaces.
2. If they do notice, they don’t care. Seriously, it’s just not that important.
3. There is still a serious double-standard in our society. Even if a man doesn’t say it out loud, in his mind there is a little voice that says, “She’ll get that.”
4. If a man does notice, and he does care, he is never going to say anything about it. One of the first rules anyone (male & female) learns in business is to never suggest something unless you’re willing to take that on. (Of course this relates strongly with#2 above – if we care enough, we will speak up!)
5. And lastly, if a man gets past all of the issues above, and still remains clueless to the tasks that can only be seen by a person of his stature, the only thing we can pin this on is the fact that he must be lazy. (Please note however, there is a very sharp distinction between laziness and not caring.)
6. Or he’s just in his “Nothing Box.”
The next time you think you have something all figured out, or worse, that you have another person all figured out. Stop. Take a moment. Think about it. Maybe you are just seeing things from a different perspective than they are. Maybe they have facts that you don’t have? Maybe, just maybe, you have facts that they don’t have? That doesn’t make them wrong and you right – or vice versa. It just means we see things differently.
And, maybe, we’re expecting the other person to be just like us – and that would be pretty boring, don’t you think?
I remember when Life Flight was first adding paramedics to their flight crew. A friend told me that I’d never make it. But I did – and was successful. In grade school, none of the other kids let me play their reindeer games, but now I am included! What is your story? How did others tell you that you didn’t have what it takes? How have you proved them wrong?
Last year, I happened to be online when conversations began bouncing around Twitter regarding the First Portland Pie-Off. As a believer in service, especially self-sacrificing service, I volunteered to serve as a judge for this worthy cause. Without too much hesitation, they accepted my selfless offer. It turned out to not be too much of a sacrifice – I had a great time!
Confessing my Dad Attitude 