Robert StGenis Voice empowered

Designer jeans started to become a fad - which has evolved into a mainstay of American fashion to this day - starting around when I was in 3rd grade. Gloria Vanderbilt  was the pioneer of the industry, creating a line of denim jeans for women bearing her signature on the back right pocket and a swan on the front right pocket. The audience targer for these jeans were geared towards women, not girls. So people like my teachers and Mother. At this point, I don't think my Mother even owned a pair of denim anything. My Father had always looked at jeans as something for farm workers and other "laborers." Some of our teachers did get pairs, but to this point, the idea of jeans on a teacher at school was definitely not part of the dress code. I think Mrs. Edwards, our school Librarian, might have led the "charge for change" and been the first to take that leap and wear designer jeans to work. Keep in mind that women wearing pants was relatively new in the work pla...

I was on the phone with someone at USAA about my insurance and he asked me "how do you like L.A.?" Noting his genuine curiosity, I paused for a moment. I responded "it's a perfect place to have a love/hate relationship with; if you have never been, you should come." I gave an explanation of how it was vast and amazingly different than most anywhere else, but hard to get around, expensive but you at least most often convinced yourself worth it, and usually the weather is amazing. I have lived here most of my adult life, with brief times in the city of Riverside (the Inland Empire a large extension of L.A.) and the Coachella Valley (Palm Springs), a nearby getaway. A friend of mine from Berlin whom I have known some 30 years said to me years ago visiting me that L.A. was "one of the most unique cities in the world." I don't think that it was his first trip to L.A. when he said this to me. He has been back multiple times and repeated it since and he...

Most recently, I've been writing almost exclusively on my junior and senior years of high school. While laws and in turn, parents, were more permissive, my experiences were not the ordinary; good, bad and otherwise up for discussion. The 80s were all about excess and our generation probably screwed it up for future ones, or saved you, depending on how you look at it. There were a great deal of questions about testimony given and statements during the hearings... I thought it was highly questionable then, all the more now, that most people remember without a doubt who attended a high school party 30 years ago, let alone what might have gone on in a bedroom they were not in at the time. I do believe and have had experiences where certain things stand clearly in my mind. If you read Being a Junior , I remember that the guy that entered my bathroom stall had a classic London Fog or similar rain coat and black or dark brown curly hair. I remember I had a patchwork patterned sweater w...

Just over a week ago, on September 9, my therapist and I were talking about this blog and about memories. I alluded that many memories came into play during the Kavanaugh hearings during the summer of 2018. As I discuss in my earlier blog,  AIDS 1-Being a Junior , many of my premature "coming out" adventures occurred in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware where Christine Blasey Ford visits her family at their vacation home each year. Ford specifically said she was in a  Walgreens parking lot in Rehoboth discussing potentially testifying at one point and I have a visual in my head of that store and its location from many years ago, albeit I could be wrong, it's not a "hot spot" I just feel like I am certain I have been there. Rehoboth Beach, DE Boardwalk Kavanaugh also vacationed in Delaware and Ocean City, MD.  He was accused of misconduct in Ocean City, MD during Beach Week but it was never investigated, and brought to surface later by attorney Michael Avenatti. ...

We moved to New Jersey for the beginning of my junior year of high school. I was transitioning from Cranbook , a private school with a exquisite 600 acre campus designed by  Eliel Saarinen that is largely the birthplace of mid-century modernism among other things, to Morristown High School , a large public high school with 3 mish-mosh institutional buildings put together. Morristown had a very diverse student body, as opposed to Cranbrook where at the time diversity was like a few spare sprinkles on a white frosted cupcake. There were no bells at Cranbrook. Now, I had buzzers, guards, and an Attendance Czar who sent computer generated letters to your parents about your "illegal absence" if you missed a class. We had cubby holes at Cranbrook (which really needed to be changed as I had things stolen from me) but now I had a locker with random locker inspections, sometimes with the Morristown PD. ESL was something I had never heard of before, and teen pregnancy was something ...

My Father used to say this when I was growing up. Mind you, he hated his parents and hated his childhood. My Mother, brother and I would go visit my Grandparents outside Philadelphia and all and all have a fine time until my Father would show up separately most often from somewhere else on business. It would take an hour before he and my Grandmother were yelling and screaming at one another about something. I wouldn't be so certain if the local neighborhood watch didn't issue alerts when they saw my Father arriving. My Grandparents didn't have central air conditioning and we were a damn good loud screaming group of Italians (later to find out we are acutally 59% Greek who went to Italy, whether that is my Grandmother or Grandfather I still do not know. Both families came to America from the same village in Italy). But my Father is a 1st generation American. My Grandfather's 1st memory of America is peeing in his pants at Ellis Island at 5 years old because he did not k...

Their husbands have some things very much in common. Neither are helpful with caring for the children or helping at home. They find ways to take months, even years to finish a household project that I know my Dad (probably involuntarily bringing in my brother and myself) have done in a weekend.  Neither have a particularly good relationship with their children. Both Father's have been verbally abusive to the children; one psychically abusive. While the one the one Father still seems to hold a fairly strong bond with his kids, the other has children far less interested in his relationship at this juncture. These men have hardly been lovers to their wives. I am not sure at least one, if not both, perhaps may have wanted to want to be but incapable. They may have made some efforts in some ways, at some times, but aren't best friends. They have used sexual demands with leverage. They have humiliated and belittled these women for years. Yet children and rings kept these smart, ed...

"We are the gift" she repeated throughout the visit smiling along with another close friend circling her face with her hand and producing a big smile, letting me know how grateful I was to be that she has attended an event I large in no small part for her. I literally only moved forward with planning this party, something I was initially against doing, in part because she agreed to be here in Los Angeles. She was a champion of my holding it from the beginning. I was holding this party so she, others close to me, could come together with me. When she later backpedaled and I was in for the biggest party expense since my husband and my wedding I said "I will never talk to you again if you do not come."  I was sincere. I have been to everything she has asked from early visits after the birth of the children, the baptism of the children (I am their Godfather) her daughter's confirmation, time for "Uncle Robert" to just be supportive, son's graduation ...