9 Things You Didn't Know About Britney Spears, Even If She Is Your Godney

If you’re a true fan of Britney Spears, then you should already know that today, Dec. 2, is the pop queen’s birthday. If you’re extra obsessed, then you might even know some basic trivia like how she was originally in a girl group called Innosense or that she awesomely had a stripper at her 20th birthday. This list, however, digs even deeper into Godney lore and draws from little known stories of the early millennium involving Justin Timberlake, “Crossroads” and even a team of psychics.

If you can’t say the word “oops” without “I did it again,” then you should make sure to learn the nine things below.

1. Before the “Crossroads” kissing scene, Anson Mount ate a “big spoonful” of garlic to prank Britney Spears.

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While promoting the iconic 2002 movie, “Crossroads,” star Anson Mount told Entertainment Weekly that he had a disgusting surprise for Britney Spears when they filmed their big kiss:

After we kissed a couple of times, I took a big spoonful of minced garlic and washed it around my mouth real good. When we did the scene, Brit amazingly kept a straight face. After they yelled “Cut,” I asked her, “Did you even taste that?” And she goes, “Oh, sweetie, I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Gross. At another point in the promotional tour, Rolling Stone asked Spears to confirm the prank and she responded by laughing and said, “Yes, I didn’t appreciate it, but boys will be boys!”

2. Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake bought each other custom-made, $21,000 toilet seats that had their own faces on them. Britney’s seat had Justin’s face and vice versa.

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This comes from 2002 gossip reports, but apparently while redecorating their $4.2 million Beverly Hills mansion, the two pop stars bought lavish toilet seats covered with each other’s faces. Spears is quoted as saying:

I just couldn’t resist ordering one for me and one for Justin. People might consider spending that much on toilet seats excessive, but for us they are a reminder of how far we’ve come since our days on the Mickey Mouse Club.

This doesn’t seem like an adequate explanation for wanting to sit on your bae’s childhood face while using the toilet, but this is the same couple that once wore all denim formalwear, so who knows.

3. An unfinished glass of orange juice that Britney Spears took a drink from from went on “tour” around Germany and then a fan got to drink the leftover juice.

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During an interview with the Cologne, Germany radio station EinsLive in 2002, Britney Spears drank from a glass of orange juice. Normally, this would be an innocuous event, but instead of just washing the glass, the hosts of that radio show decided to take the remaining orange juice on a tour of Germany. They stopped in at least five different cities, doing their show live while the glass sat on a pedestal. “It is definitely her glass,” said EinsLive spokesman Andreas Neuhaus at the time. Apparently at the end of the tour, a fan was rewarded with the opportunity to drink the remains of Spears’ orange juice.

But the end of the initial radio tour was not the end of the road for Britney Spears’ glass of orange juice. In 2003, the now moldy glass became the “star attraction” for a German cultural exhibition in the city of Bochum.

4. Britney Spears has almost accidentally burned down her home on multiple occasions and also trashed her mom’s Lexus while growing up.

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Britney Spears used to have a habit of leaving candles lit in her house, which at one point almost caused her Manhattan apartment to burn down. Lynne Spears, the pop star’s mom, wrote on the official Spears site at the time:

Britney went to New York for four days. She and Jenny, her friend, shopped every day. One of those nights, they all came in to a real mess. Brit left a candle burning. The wall caught fire and the fire department had to put it out. Brit has really learned a lesson this time.

Lynne Spears also mentioned that her daughter had accidentally set a similar fire in her family home’s bathroom by failing to blow out a candle.

In 2011, Britney Spears shared “25 things” about herself with Us Weekly and in the last line admitted, “I wrecked my mom’s Lexus in high school.” For all those choreographed dance moves, Spears seems to have a bit of a clumsy streak.

5. Britney Spears had her own psychics at one point.

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For a cover article in Elle Magazine (pasted online at BritBrit), Britney Spears talked about the origins of her new bed saying, “The person I bought it from said it belonged to the English royal family 40 years ago.” Sort of crazy by itself, but then Spears continued excitedly with an explanation for the bed’s origin that came from a pretty amazing source:

One of my psychics said that in another lifetime it used to be my bed. And they said that it belonged to a princess! She could be totally wrong but it’s a nice thought right? Anyway she said the princess used to travel with the bed and they used to piece it together and ship it on boats to wherever she was. Isn’t that cool? And what’s so weird is that my Grandmother is British!

First off, Spears is implying that she used to be a princess in a previous life, which is awesome. More important, though, is how she starts by saying, “One of my psychics.” Did Spears have a whole team of psychics? Did they get the job by telling her stories of her past-life as royalty? Here’s a psychic who claims to have read Spears’ future at one point, but who knows how many more are out there. If anybody knows a psychic, could you ask them to try to use their abilities to locate the members of the Britney Spears Psychic Super Team? They probably looked something like the group pictured above from Alejandro Jodorowsky’s “The Holy Mountain.”

Image: “The Holy Mountain”

6. Not realizing her microphone was on, Britney Spears swore and cursed out the stage crew right before she started singing during a concert in 2001.

Britney Spears was only 19 at the time, but regardless of age, being overheard by around 170,000 fans saying things such as, “Don’t tell me they’re just letting the audience just f-cking stand out there like that. This is ret-rded” and “Oh sh-t. Oh, no. What are they doing? Oh, my pants are too short! I grew! I’m not just gonna stand out there” was not the best of moments.

From the recording, it seems that Spears was mostly upset that an intro song had not been played before she went out on stage so the crowd was waiting in silence for her performance to start.

Spears has had swearing outbursts throughout her career, notably in 2008 when she apparently lost it on a mall employee who failed to get Spears’ black American Express card to work, saying, “F-ck these b-tches … F-ck you, f-ck people, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck!” Who hasn’t wanted to yell profanities while having to endure the mall though?

7. Britney Spears sent emails back and forth with Prince William, but then he stood her up on a dinner date.

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Hit send baby one more time.

The year was 2002 and at the time, Britney Spears was 20 and Prince William was 19. The movie “You’ve Got Mail” had only come out a couple of years before and now the perfect sequel was playing out in real life between the potential future king of England and the rising queen of pop. But then Prince William was just like nah.

Spears sort of explained what happened during an interview with the British “Frank Skinner Show” in 2002 saying, “We exchanged emails for a little bit and he was supposed to come and see me somewhere but it didn’t work out.” The host then asked her flat out if she was blown off and Spears responded, “Yeah.” Apparently the prince had gone fox hunting instead of being the perfect Joe F-O-X.

8. Before becoming famous, Britney Spears acted in theater productions and was even an understudy along with Natalie Portman for an off-Broadway play.

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More than two decades ago, Britney Spears and Natalie Portman were both understudies for an off-Broadway play called “Ruthless!” According to Peter Conrad of The Observer, Spears played an evil infant that “hollered and rampaged through the theater in a fit of devilish ecstasy.” Spears and Portman have been good friends for a while, even hosting a huge New Year’s party together in 2002.

If you’re curious what it’d look like if their careers had been switched, there may be some precedent …

Spears has said that she wants Portman to play her in a biopic and back when Spears and Justin Timberlake were dating, N*SYNC famously got cut from “Star Wars Episode II” so the band made “Star Wars” shirts featuring Justin Timberlake as Anakin Skywalker and Spears as Queen Amidala, a role that Portman played.

9. Britney Spears thinks chocolate is as good as sex saying.

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Presumably on the same tour of Germany where she drank the orange juice mentioned above, Britney Spears stopped by the Imhoff-Stollwerck chocolate museum in Cologne, Germany where she was gifted a large white chocolate heart. While receiving the heart and standing outside the museum in front of fans, Spears was quoted equating chocolate to “an orgasm.”

BONUS: Here’s what it sounded like when Britney absolutely killed it on “Star Search.”

Unfortunately, Britney Spears actually lost during this performance to some kid named Marty Thomas. The boy who defeated Godney now performs on Broadway.

Britney Spears has always been the Queen.

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All images Getty unless otherwise noted.

30 Days of Online Dating: The Night I Met My Match

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Matchy match Match. The baseball and Cracker Jacks of online dating. Really excited to get a few home runs? Hey-o.

“The email address you have entered cannot be used to register. Please enter another email address.”

Great. They won’t even let me onto the field. I fruitlessly attempt to reenter the same information several more times — you know, just in case they’re suckers for persistence – before remembering that a concerned friend of mine decided to surprise-profile me five years back using this email address. Apparently Match never forgot. I have them send that login info my way and roll up my sleeves for some major editing. Starting with the username. Sorry, MsKatieScarlett, your antebellum flounce was replaced with a solid dose of sardonicism at some point during the past half-decade.

Match has a cleaner, more modern appearance than JDate, but there is still so much going on. “Someone’s interested in you!” “Profile Power Ups: Get 3x more views.” “It’s peak time. Try Top Spot now!” “Who do you like?” “Get dating advice here!” I feel like I’ve walked onto the set of an infomercial.

I thought I’d be able to copy-paste pretty heavily from my JDate profile, but Match has its own set of who-what-where-when-how-and-why’s. The “In her own words” section, which is supposed to be a mini bio, requires a minimum of 200 characters. You have got to be kidding me. Like that’s ever going to fit on a tombstone. I steal the “ridiculously witty, seriously charming and more than slightly neurotic” line I used on the Jews and fill the remaining 188 character spaces with periods.

Match is unimpressed with my brevity:
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Fine. I use my fluff-piece writer bio instead:

Nebraska heart, California soul and a New York state of mind. I enjoy holding hands, frolicking like a gypsy-child and partaking in obnoxiously witty banter. I also like crafts — not to be confused with cats. I dislike unintentional grammatical errors, sloppy handwriting and unenthusiastic greetings. Despite my love for all things athletic, I am best known for possessing a serious lack of control over my excessively lengthy limbs. I detail the tragic ironies of life on my blog: www.ironyisalifestyle.com.

The rest of the topics are short answer or multiple-choice, which is much appreciated by my now tissue-thin patience. What’s less appreciated is how boring my life looks on paper:

Political Views: Middle of the road
Favorite Hot Spots: La Conversation, Dominick’s
College: USC
For Fun: Read, DIY, write, belt out embarrassing songs in my car, beach volleyball, vintage shop, brunch
Last Read: Island of Vice

I swear I’m much cooler in person?

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“Ask her about playing cards.” Maybe not that much cooler.

Sign – For some reason, I suddenly get shy and select, “Don’t display my sign.” Starting to feel a little exposed over here, guys! (I’m a Taurus, by the way, in case anyone cares.)

It’s pretty easy to upload photos from Facebook. They have twenty-six open slots. I go with 11. As with JDate, people can like/or comment on your photos, which I guess is ok, but it feels a little weird. Mostly because the comments are all a little weird.

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As they’ll be suggesting matches, the final step of the set-up process is a little quiz to discern my type. Love quizzes.

“When it comes to style, I like a man who dresses like this…” Ew. None of the above?

“I prefer this hair style on a man…” This one’s interesting. I’m usually a fan of longish hair, but I find myself gravitating toward the more prep-perfect cut on here. Does this mean I’m growing up? I think this means I’m growing up.

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OldSoul4OldSoul?? I’ll keep mine, thanks.

I close out this session with a quick trip to my inbox.

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What do you mean I’m not getting any younger?

Thankfully, genteeel pops up to end the night on a puntastically high note:

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No — thank you, sir. Thank you.

Are You Full of Mojo or Nojo?

Last week, I shared with you how to get a handle on your identity. You should now have the answer to the question: “Who do you think you are?” If you don’t, take a few minutes now to go back and review “Why You Should Get a Handle on Your Identity”.

Why is understanding your identity so important? Because your Mojo depends on it. To understand how you are relating to any activity, person, place, or thing, you need to understand your identity–who you are. To change your Mojo, you may need to either create a new identity for yourself or rediscover an identity you have lost.

What Is Mojo?
Your Mojo is “that positive spirit toward what you are doing now that starts from the inside and radiates to the outside.” The most striking evidence of Mojo is to compare it to its opposite, what I call Nojo, which is “that negative spirit towards what you are doing now that starts from the inside and radiates to the outside.”

The contrasts between Mojo and Nojo are so daunting that I wrote them down on a cheat sheet:

Mojo

  • Take responsibility
  • Run the extra mile
  • Care about doing a great job
  • Love doing it
  • Appreciate the opportunities
  • Make the best of it
  • Be inspirational
  • Have a great attitude
  • Be determined
  • Have a zest for life

Nojo

  • Feel like a victim
  • March in place
  • Just want to get by
  • Have to do it
  • Tolerate the requirements
  • Endure it
  • Painful to be around
  • Lethargic
  • Lazy
  • Zombie-like — living dead

How’s Your Mojo?
How can we recognize Mojo or Nojo in ourselves and in others? Start by evaluating yourself and the people you meet on their Mojo or Nojo qualities, using the table above. What is your attitude toward what you do? Is it positive or negative? What do you radiate to others? Think about this a bit.

When I think about the truly successful human beings that I have met in my journey through life–the people who are succeeding at both what they do and how they feel about themselves–I realize they all have MOJO. We see people with MOJO in every occupation and at every level of an organization. I was recently working at a health-care organization. I watched as their CEO gave awards to employees who best demonstrated their organization’s values. I was amazed at the great attitude–the Mojo–shown by award-winners in such diverse occupations as cafeteria workers, technicians, nurses, and administrators. These people were all demonstrating Mojo.

While I enjoyed observing these exuberant and motivated people get their awards, I thought about the thousands of people in similar jobs around the world who don’t demonstrate Mojo, the people who had a negative spirit toward what they were doing. That, too, starts from the inside and is apparent on the outside.

When There’s No Mojo
When you get the chance, observe two different employees doing exactly the same job at the same time. One could be the embodiment of Mojo while the other is the poster child for Nojo. Case in point: flight attendants. For 32 years, my work has taken me around the world. On American Airlines alone, I just passed the dubious milestone of more than 10 million frequent flyer miles! All this flying has given me the chance to interact with thousands of flight attendants.

Most are dedicated, professional, and service-oriented. They demonstrate mojo. A few are grumpy and act like they would rather be anywhere else than on the plane. They demonstrate Nojo. I’ve seen two groups of attendants doing exactly the same activity, at the same time, for the same company, probably at around the same salary, yet the messages that each is sending to the world about their experience is completely different.

Mojo Living!
By increasing our understanding of our identity, we can increase our Mojo. We can learn how to get Mojo, how to keep it, and how we get it back if we lose it. We can let go of what does not create happiness and meaning in our lives, and strive for what really matters to us–we can live a life full of Mojo, meaning, and purpose!

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Please view the Marshall Goldsmith Thinkers50 Video Blog. The short video in the series Personal Advice: Creating Identity Part 2 accompanies this article. I’ll post these blogs once a week for the next 50 weeks. The series will incorporate learnings from my 38 years of experience with top executives, as well as material from my previous research, articles and books, including What Got You Here Won’t Get You There, MOJO, Coaching for Leadership, and Succession: Are You Ready? The blogs will also include material from my exciting new research on engagement and my upcoming book Triggers (to be published by Crown in 2015).

'I Am Santa Claus' Documentary Slammed On Social Media For Featuring Gay Man Who Plays St. Nicholas

It seems not everybody is merry and bright over the release of a new documentary, “I Am Santa Claus,” which focuses on the personal lives of men who portray St. Nicholas at shopping malls during the month of December.

As Vice originally reported, some viewers — many of which are known for playing Santa in their communities — are angered by the inclusion of Jim Stevenson, a 73-year-old Texan Santa who is gay. Many of those viewers have responded angrily on the film’s official Facebook page.

“Only in American (sic) can you make a mess of Santa and get away with it, they are all on my very, very, naughty list and they won’t be getting off of it anytime soon either,” one wrote on Facebook, according to Gay Star News. “Very bad writers, directors and actors as well, bad very bad!!!’

WWE Hardcore Legend Mick Foley, who produced “I Am Santa Claus” and also appears in the movie, defended the inclusion of Stevenson in an interview with The Mary Sue.

I think there are going to be two types of reactions to Jim: some will be touched by him, and others will have to work hard to convince themselves that they were not touched by him,” Foley, who said he took a break from social media in an effort to circumvent much of the backlash, said. “Jim clearly does an outstanding job of making children feel special.”

Director Tommy Avallone told Vice that he felt much of the backlash was misguided, saying that “any Santa Claus who actually took the time to watch the movie loved it.”

We never said we were going to make a movie about Santa Claus,” he added. “We’re going to make a movie about the people who portray Santa Claus.”

Ultimately, he didn’t seem fazed by the criticism: “At the end of the day, they’re grandpas and they’re good people. They just have strong opinions.”

Read more about “I Am Santa Claus” on the film’s official website here.

4 Reasons Why Concierge Spirituality Works

How long do you usually wait for doctor’s appointment? The average wait in DC is 17 days. If you live in Boston, it could be as long as 72 days. And once you get there, you may have time to go through all the year-old magazines before the nurse comes to take you into another room where you’ll probably wait again.

After hearing years of complaints, two Seattle, Washington physicians designed a program called MD2 (Mdsquared). This new concept of ‘concierge medicine’ offered families their own private doctor on call. The only challenge they had was the annual retainer –$20,000. Medical care was now more convenient, but too expensive for most.

Finally, in the past few years, more and more membership models have sprung up, making primary medical care accessible and more affordable. Many companies offer fees as low as $100 per month for individuals, to $200 for families.

As any new concept that arises, the model morphed into different shapes, sizes and products. Today CVS and other pharmacies offer walk-in clinics, where people with minor health problems can immediately see a physician’s assistant or nurse practitioner. If walk in isn’t quick enough, you can find websites advertising online doctors. They say that with a video chat, the doctor can make a proper diagnosis.

The changing face of medical practices show that in today’s busy society, many people not only demand immediate gratification, but convenience as well. Hence, the growing number of distance learning institutions, and now spiritual seekers increasingly clicking online to spend time with their favorite guru.

Some pilgrims will continue traveling to Mecca, Lourdes, and other sacred places around the globe. But millions of 21st-century people would rather have their spirituality delivered — like pizza or books from Amazon. This fact has been proven by the popularity of online spiritual courses and meditation series. Google ‘online meditation’ any day, and almost 10,000 pages will pop up.

Why has this phenomenon recently mushroomed?
1. No missed work or family time
2. No waiting in line at busy airports
3. No expensive hotels
4. No sitting in a room with hundreds of people

Turn on your computer or hand held device and you can bring the greatest spiritual teachings right into your living room. It doesn’t matter if you’re an early riser or night owl. One click and they magically appear — 24/7. Most meditation series are offered free, with the option to purchase at the end of two or three weeks. Some of the more popular sites feature four to five series per year, while others repeat their most popular programs.

One company, Mentors Channel is breaking ground by offering a subscription program. Featuring a variety of the finest spiritual teachers in the world, you can purchase a NetFlix type membership and enjoy your favorites for up to an entire year.

You can visit your guru on a remote mountaintop, drive to a doctor, school, restaurant or spiritual workshop, or use a keystroke and have it all brought to you, in the comfort of your own home. The choice is yours.

Greece: Once Upon a Spittle

I discovered two widows and a waitress in Greece. I think they may have slipped off the pages of a Grimm’s fairy tale and tumbled to soft landings in mountains near the sea. These creatures are precious witches with warty skin, vibrant souls, and eyes that hold the truths of their lifetimes. I tracked them down in a labyrinth of ancient passageways, and I captured them, hoping they would share their magic with me. It was their spittle that I was after. The Greeks believe the gesture of spitting wards off misfortune and stops the power of the Evil Eye. The tradition is a simple “ftou ftou ftou” delivered from the mouth of a wise old woman to the forehead of a vulnerable young one. In this scenario, I’m the young one, and I wanted some blessed spit. I felt an urgency to collect the good luck offering as time ran out on my travel adventure.

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“That one. I choose her,” I say to my Greek friends when I see a woman walking alone on the road that takes us through the hills of southern Greece to the coast in Mani.

The lady is plump. Bright eyes peek out from the black shawl draped over her head. An apron sits snug around her waist. Twisted fingers wrap around the handle of a basket, while the other hand negotiates balance with each of her waddling steps. This dear granny just may have the magic spittle that I’m looking for.

“I want her to spit on me!” I demand my friend to stop the car. But Leonidas can only laugh at the naiveté of his foreign passenger, and he makes good on his promise to tease me about this for months. The woman in my rearview mirror disappears. I will not let the next granny get away.

2014-11-24-Greece_20143.jpgA tiny village hidden in the slopes of the Taygetos is invisible until you’re in it. Quiet until it exhales. Byzantine churches built in the 10th century dot the landscape that is eerily silent, land that begs for a breeze. I walk slowly because each footstep seems to disrupt a centuries-old stillness. I pause to look around at the shapes of the stone bricks in the wall, the uneven steps leading to the tower, and the salmon-colored rooftops popping against green hills. I am alone in the enchantment called naptime in the Peloponnese. Only 80 people live in the village of Kastania, and I’m convinced the summer heat has lulled them all into an hours-long trance. I walk to the top of a small incline where a thin, dark figure sits in a chair. Helene Falideas is wide-awake. She gazes into the heat; it’s a familiar companion.

“She will never leave here, but be in the earth,” Helene’s grandson, Ajis, is with her and welcomes me with his English. I’m relieved to hear someone speak.

From our spot in the shade, Helene can see the house that she was born in 83 years ago. The pictures of her wedding day are lost somewhere, but the church in those old photographs stands just a few feet away. The sacred building is 1500 years old, and it’s closed today.

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“What else do you need?” I ask the young man. “Nothing?”

“A girl!” He laughs.

Helene blinks with heavy eyelids. I’ve stumbled into her vault, where time has witnessed generations of her family. Helene is a great-grandmother. Her life’s signature is Ajis and the others she’ll leave behind. She is proud. She stands to clear the dishes off of the table. In the hour we spend together Helene laughs but rarely smiles. The widow wears black and offers me sparkling lemonade. The round bow under her pointed chin makes me wonder to what degree her life is composed of opposites. Before I leave Helene wants me to understand that she visited America once as a young woman.

“Boston,” she says in Greek. “But it was not my Greece,” she adds smiling.

I say goodbye and Ajis says, “Super.” His grandmother tells him to say, “It is super to see you.”

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“Are you alone?’ Sofia asks.

“I am,” I say.

“Oh,” she says.

I have yet to be spat upon.

On my drive back to Kardamili I see an older woman holding greens and walking up a hill. I park, and I run after her. Maybe it is the “ftou ftou ftou” sound effect I attempt, or perhaps the rapid pointing to my forehead that confuses her? Clearly the woman does not consider me a candidate for good luck. I’ve never seen an elderly woman dart up a hill so fast. Impressive.

I’ve been in the country for a month already! For the love of Zeus, will a Greek grandmother please spit upon me?

I’ve grown to love naptime in Greece. On the island of Hydra, the streets are empty. The shops close. The tourists stay in the water, away from the heart of the village. The donkeys, the only transportation allowed on this island, enjoy a respite from the heat, too. A quiet rustling on the street means an awakening.

Ostria Café opens for dinner, and I’m the first one here. I’m starving. I’ve waited all day to eat at Ostria because the locals tell me it’s the best, most authentic dining experience on the island. The waitress plops a plate of calamari on my table along with a can of Coke. 2014-11-24-Anastasia_OstriaCafe_Hydra_20145.jpg

“Ah,” she pauses and looks down to examine my face. “Pretty. The eyes.”

She puts her hands on my head and gives me a “ftou ftou ftou” and walks away.

I get the blessed spit with a side order of the most delicious calamari on the planet, and I didn’t place an order for either. Now isn’t this just like a perfect moment? Refusing to be forced, presenting itself only when it is good and ready, and certainly better than I could have scripted? 2014-11-24-AnastasiaatOstriaCafe_Hydra20142.jpg

I’m glad I listened to the locals. Anastasia is, by far, the youngest, and the feistiest witch in the spittle saga. She gets her own drink, sits next to me, and begins chattering away about everything except the “ftou ftou ftou” she just bestowed upon me. She delivered the lucky spit, which is really more of a noise presentation than actual saliva, the same way she puts napkins on all the tables: dutifully. She and her husband, Stathis the Cook, have owned the restaurant for 19 years. He delights in telling me that Anastasia is the interesting one, and I believe him. 2014-11-24-CalamariatOstriaCafe_Hydra2014.jpgOstria Café has a reputation for more than its mouthwatering calamari on Hydra. The “blonde lady, you’ll like her, she has a big personality,” was the encouragement I received toward Anastasia before arriving here. And I find her to be self-deprecating, and probably the kind of girlfriend who brings levity to situations.

“Oh, no,” Anastasia looks at the picture I just took of her, and gives me a sincere eye roll. I can’t help but laugh when she puts her hand on my wrist as though this is the wisdom she has to impart. “You don’t want that.”

Before I leave to catch the ferry back to Athens, I hear a “Wait! Wait!” Anastasia darts into the restaurant, bumps her husband out of the way, and grabs a small, glass bottle of liquor.

“You need this for your trip back to America!” She shoves the bottle into my hand and kisses my cheek.

I’m sipping from that bottle of bitter Ouzo, family reserve 1875, as I write this travel tale months later. It’s the story of a journey that drew me out from my routine in Seattle, and delivered me to naptime in mountains near the turquoise sea. I searched for superstition in Greece, but found three truths instead: Helene, Sofia, and Anastasia. The women are precious memories of aged hands extended to me, solitude shared with me, and good luck sent with me. They let me capture them in these photographs so I could share their magic here, with gratitude for the two widows and the waitress I met in Greece.

Our Lingering Selves

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by guest blogger Renee James, humorist and blogger

We’re in the midst of “the travel season,” the final six weeks of the year. Although my own holiday travel won’t involve more than a drive out of state, I find myself thinking about this Helen Bevington quote: “I have learned this strange thing, too, about travel: one may return to a place and, quite unexpectedly, meet oneself still lingering there from the last time.”

That has to be true, right? How else could do we explain school reunions or oldies bands or any number of occasions we contrive so we can “run into” our past? In those cases, we all hope to meet our former selves, or some semblance of our former selves. To relive some moments of our youth, our exuberance for the future, and the adventures to come in the years that stretched out before us.

But the travel quote suggests something a little different than that: the element of surprise–the idea of finding a bit of us “lingering” when we return somewhere, maybe a place we thought we had left behind. It implies a longing, a desire to spend more time there. For many, the end of the year invokes that “lingering” kind of feeling.

And the holiday season is the perfect time to linger in our own childhoods as we imagine the sounds or smells or sights that made us feel safe and loved and connected. We may even visit our childhood homes and look around, hoping for a glimpse of the people who made us feel that way, only to be startled back to the present when we remember they’re no longer there.

This year, I find myself missing my mom and dad so much. This is the third holiday season I’ll spend with my Mom in my heart, not in my house, (the tenth year for my Dad) and for reasons I can’t explain, I feel even more bereft than I did immediately after losing each of them. I miss them. And I miss the familiar comfort that greeted me each time I walked into their home, the place I grew up.

I pulled the door closed on that house three years ago, and I haven’t been back. I know a place is just a structure, but still. Still. I can’t help feeling there is a bit of me lingering there, although I’m not entirely sure who she is, wandering the rooms silently, remembering the hard and the soft moments that made up a life. The girl who was the quintessential “middle child.” The girl who did the right thing–almost always. The girl who realized at a very young age–although she’d never be able to explain exactly why–that alcohol plus family was never going to equal anything but a disaster. Who realized–too late–that despite every single flawed moment she shared with him, her father was a kind and caring man, far more complex that she could have ever understood as a child; a man who fought demons she would never fully know. Who realized–far too late–that her mother was one of the strongest people she would ever meet, with her own secrets and a few demons of her own.

Stay! I want to linger. I want everyone to linger with me. “One day more,” as the song says. Just one.

And then, just like that, I’m here again, a woman well into her middle age, with adult children who may be just a few years away from their own yearning to linger. As I watch my sons grow older, I silently wonder about two things: What will they take away with them as they leave, and what will they meet when they return?

I unpack Christmas ornaments and begin decorating the house, and think: Maybe they’ll have fond memories of the discount-store Christmas stockings we hung every year, each name scrawled across the top in very, very bad glitter letters because Mommy refused to use a template and tried to write them freehand, with illegible results. Maybe they’ll subconsciously think, “imperfection.” Maybe they’ll think, “Next life: a mother who does needlepoint.” Maybe, “She tried, God love her.”

Maybe they’ll recall the manger scene that appeared each year, with an infant figure missing from the display until Christmas morning–the set that had a shepherd holding a broken staff and a king carrying a chipped gift in his hands. And they’ll think: “Super Glue” or “Glue gun.” Nothing says Christmas like adhesive materials.

They’ll meet three boys lingering in the kitchen. Boys who decorated hundreds of gingerbread men, creating crooked faces with far too much icing. They’ll remember those boys giving me rings or pins or earrings with clasps that never quite closed and stones that fell out on December 26, and they’ll remember that I wore them all.

I hope when they recall their childhood selves, it’s mostly the good stuff: the forts they built out of sofa pillows, the gerbils they sent sliding down elevated racetracks (poor things), and the times Daddy would “fly” them all into their beds at night. And when they find their way home, and meet that faint shadow of themselves “lingering there from the last time,” I hope the anger is rare, the sadness is shared, and the love and peace are abundant.

Renee-JamesRenee A. James works at Rodale Inc. and also wrote an award-winning op-ed column for The Morning Call, the Allentown, PA, newspaper, for almost 10 years. Her essays were included in the humor anthology, 101 Damnations: A Humorists’ Tour of Personal Hells (Thomas Dunne Books, 2002), and are also found online at Jewish World Review and The Daily Caller. She invites you to Like her Facebook page, where she celebrates–and broods about–life on a regular basis, mostly as a voice in the crowd that shouts, “Really? You’re kidding me, right?” (or wants to, anyway), and she welcomes your suggestions, comments, and feedback to the mix.

For more from Maria Rodale, visit www.mariasfarmcountrykitchen.com

 

Perry Ellis, Venky Jois Honored by NetScouts Basketball

After suffering an embarrassing loss to Kentucky, Kansas put together four consecutive wins this week and captured the Orlando Classic title. Perry Ellis was instrumental for the Jayhawks and the junior from Wichita, Kan. has been named NetScouts Basketball’s National Player of the Week for games from November 24th through November 30th.

Ellis averaged 18.8 points and 7.5 rebounds per game this week while shooting 23-of-47 (48.9%) from the field. He had a team-high 17 points in Kansas’ marquee win over Michigan State in the finals of the tournament.

The 6-foot-8 forward has been a contributor since his freshman season and looks primed for a major role this year. As the only upperclassman in the starting lineup, Ellis has provided not only production, but also experience and leadership for the Jayhawks. He’s a tough interior post player that is expanding his range as the season progresses. With a young core in Lawrence, head coach Bill Self can count on Ellis for consistent production nightly.

Eastern Washington snapped Indiana’s 43-game home winning steak against non-conference opponents while also earning its first win against a Big Ten foe. Junior Venky Jois played a vital role in the upset and had a career night later in the week. As a result, the Australian, a native of Ferntree Gully, Victoria has been named NetScouts Basketball’s International Player of the Week for games from November 24th through November 30th.

Jois started the week with 20 points, 14 rebounds, and five blocks in an upset over Indiana. He followed with 14 points and eight rebounds against Northern Kentucky before posting a career-high 38 points on 15-of-21 shooting against Eastern Oregon. The 6-foot-8 forward averaged 24.0 points, 9.0 rebounds, and 4.3 blocks per game while shooting 29-of-45 (64.4%) from the field as Eastern Washington won all three games.

The Eagles are off to a 6-1 start this season with their lone loss coming on the road to SMU. Six international student-athletes are listed on the roster and Jois has certainly lifted Eastern Washington early on. With a historic week in the books, Jois looks ready for an excellent season ahead.

Carl Berman is Managing Partner of NetScouts Basketball and can be followed on twitter here.

Terry Crews Is 'Not Going To Be Silent' About Sexism

“Brooklyn Nine-Nine” star Terry Crews just dropped some serious knowledge about feminism, masculinity and manhood. And we’re definitely listening.

The actor and former NFL player sat down with The Agenda‘s Elamin Abdelmahmoud for the What Makes A Man 2014 conference to discuss Crews’ new book about masculinity and his thoughts on feminism and sexism.

Crews related sexism to civil rights, telling Abdelmahmoud, “The people who were silent at the lunch counters, when it was the black lunch counter and the white one or the schools were segregated.. and you were quiet. You were accepting it. Same thing with men right now. If you don’t say anything, you are, by your silence — it’s acceptance. I’m not going to be silent.”

Crews clarified that the feminist movement is about gender equality:

I want to be clear that feminism is not saying “women are better than men.” That’s not what’s going on. What it is is that we’re talking about is gender equality, true gender equality… but the problem is that men have always felt like they’re more valuable.. I have been that guy where I felt I was more valuable than my wife and kids.

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Crews told Abdelmahmoud that he gets varied reactions from other men when he speaks out about the problems with modern masculinity. Some are supportive, while others ask him, “”What are you doing?! It’s man code, dude. Man code! C’mon!'” But as Crews pointed out, “Does man code work when it’s your daughter who gets raped? Man code — does that work when your mom gets abused?”

The 46-year-old actor explained that masculinity causes men to view women as prizes to be won. He told Abdelmahmoud: “What happens is they win and they go, ‘You know that girl? She’s my trophy. I deserve that girl. In fact, she don’t even want to be with me, but I don’t care. I’m going to take it.’ What kind of mindset is that? Never never never never never should that ever be accepted. That’s not ‘code.’ That’s Taliban. That’s ISIS.”

Later in the interview, Abdelmahmoud asked Crews what his thoughts were on “high-profile” sexual assault allegations against celebrity men such as radio broadcaster Jian Ghomeshi and comedian Bill Cosby. Crews expressed that the problem is a rape culture which goes far beyond the individual men who are currently making headlines:

We’re battling a mindset.. It’s like cutting a tree down by the leaves — it just grows back… The tree needs to come down and nobody’s getting at the stump and the stump is a mindset that people feel they’re more valuable than each other. And that’s what I’m attacking.

Mr. Crews, you sir are awesome.

Watch the entire interview below:

H/T Jezebel

Chicago City Council Approves Plan For $13 Minimum Wage Despite Opposition

The Chicago City Council moved hastily Tuesday to approve an ordinance calling for a $13 minimum wage for workers in the Windy City, the latest place where city officials are taking action to increase worker pay independent of statewide initiatives.

The ordinance calls for the minimum wage in Chicago to rise from $8.25 to $10 an hour beginning next year, followed by increases to $10.50 in 2016, $11 in 2017, $12 in 2018 and, finally, $13 in 2019.

Though five aldermen voted against the ordinance, 44 others backed it during the special Tuesday meeting of the council.

The Raise Chicago Coalition, which had fought for the wage boost, called the vote “a major victory.”

“The passage of this increase will change the lives of hundreds of thousands of low wage workers and their families. It will have a tangible benefit for our communities, local economies and small businesses,” Ann Marie Cunningham of Jane Addams Senior Caucus, part of the Raise Chicago group, said in a statement.

The fast-tracked plan, one of three wage-increase proposals considered by city officials this week, is backed by Mayor Rahm Emanuel in what some critics say is a political move designed to win favor with left-leaning Chicago voters ahead of the February 2015 mayoral election.

Emanuel applauded the city council’s Tuesday vote in a statement. “A higher minimum wage ensures that nobody who works in the City of Chicago will ever struggle to reach the middle class or be forced to raise their child in poverty,” he said. “Today, Chicago has shown that our City is behind a fair working wage.”

On Monday, the plan was approved by the council’s 19-member Workplace Development and Audit Committee with only three “no” votes, despite business groups and a minority of aldermen — including Ann Sather restaurants owner Tom Tunney — saying the plan will kill jobs and hurt business in the city.

“How do you go from $8.25 [an-hour] to $13 overnight?” Tunney said Tuesday, according to the Chicago Sun-Times. “You know what you do? You raise the prices and you’ve also got to find ways to do it with less help. That’s what’s going to happen.”

Business groups including the Chicagoland Camber of Commerce and the Illinois Restaurant Association have also said the wage increase puts Chicago businesses at an unfair disadvantage, especially in parts of the city that border other communities.

Some activist groups and Emanuel rivals gearing up for the mayoral race say the $13-an-hour wage is not enough and have vowed to continue to push for a $15-an-hour minimum wage, an amount that an overwhelming majority of Chicago voters voted in favor of in a non-binding ballot question in the March primary election.

“While I’m proud to support today’s increase in the minimum wage, we can’t stop fighting now,” Ald. Bob Fioretti, who is running for mayor, said in a Tuesday statement. “Rahm Emanuel could’ve pushed this legislation earlier, and he could’ve pushed for $15 an hour today. The chant in the streets here and nationwide has been ‘show me $15,’ not ‘show me $13 by 2019.’”

Cook County Commissioner Jesus “Chuy” Garcia, who is also running for mayor, also questioned why the Emanuel administration did not push for a higher wage sooner. Garcia also backed a proposed $15-an-hour Chicago wage.

“Why didn’t he support a minimum wage hike during his first year in office?” Garcia said in a statement. “Why does he want to wait another 5 years before raising everyone to $13 an hour?”

In the November elections, the majority of Illinois voters cast ballots in favor of increasing the state minimum wage to $10 by 2015. Sixty-six percent of voters statewide approved the November ballot question, while 87 percent of Chicago voters voted in favor of the increase.

Chicago’s move to increase its city minimum wage could have implications for the separate battle to boost the state minimum wage to $11 by 2017. As Crain’s Greg Hinz reported Monday, the backing of business groups which had supported the statewide proposal was likely contingent on the law blocking the ability of Chicago and other cities to independently increase their minimum wages above the state wage.

The state minimum wage was a key issue in the state’s contentious gubernatorial race, and there is continued tension as Republican Gov.-elect Bruce Rauner has urged the state legislature to avoid taking action on any major issues, particularly raising the minimum wage, until he takes office on Jan. 12.

Rauner, who is pushing for “pro-job creation, pro growth reforms” including changes to laws concerning workers compensation and state taxes in conjunction with a minimum wage increase, warned on Tuesday that the Chicago ordinance could make the city less competitive, the Chicago Tribune reports.

Democratic Gov. Pat Quinn had vowed to increase the minimum wage in Illinois, and lawmakers may choose to ignore Rauner’s directive and approve such legislation during their fall veto session this week.

Chicago is home to approximately 400,000 minimum-wage workers, who will be directly impacted by Tuesday’s vote.