Friday, August 26, 2016

Neoliberalism in Divorce

As I began my studies of corporate libertarianism and neoliberalism, I was inwardly comparing these concepts to narcissistic divorce. You could call the guiding ideologies by many names: colonialism, capitalism, narcissism. I have always believed that the prevailing ideologies of the cultural institutions we are born into, such as corporate libertarianism, informs and is reflected in weak personal relationships. For instance, families which have not strengthened their morality, values, and humanism are susceptible to simply replaying corporate scenarios in their personal relationships, and setting up corporate-like structures in their families.
I speak from the perspective of a woman. I'm not interested in debating the advantaged position of the white  male today. That is well established and anyone who argues against it is arguing for White Male Fragility. Research clearly shows that men fare much better financially than women post-divorce. I am interested in exploring the similarities between the prevailing corporate paradigm and family structure, with a focus on the situation of a man with ample resources and ability to work who refuses to support his children while choosing to support the legal system instead.
This is just a cursory overview of concepts I've learned so far, with the intention of someday exploring and broadening these concepts through personal writing. First, I want to review characteristics of Narcissistic Personality Disorder as listed by the DSM 5:

-Having an exaggerated sense of self-importance
 -Expecting to be recognized as superior even without achievements that warrant it 
-Exaggerating your achievements and talents
 -Being preoccupied with fantasies about success, power, brilliance, beauty or the perfect mate 
-Believing that you are superior and can only be understood by or associate with equally special people 
-Requiring constant admiration 
-Having a sense of entitlement 
-Expecting special favors and unquestioning compliance with your expectations 
-Taking advantage of others to get what you want 
-Having an inability or unwillingness to recognize the needs and feelings of others 
-Being envious of others and believing others envy you 
-Behaving in an arrogant or haughty manner

Corporate libertarianism followed a long rise that ensured the recognition of corporations as "people" with rights. The enmeshment with government was inevitable. It used to be that corporations had to be approved of through a lengthy charter process to ensure they didn't get too big. Through a fascinating history, they did get too big, and globalization and concentration of resources among a few by exploiting the many happened, and is still happening today. This is not new news, but I had never delved deeper into the causes of this structure, nor had I thought about it with a critical mind until education became such a big part of my life . Several things are key to linking this ideology to high-conflict divorce.
First of all, corporate libertarianism rested on a certain notion of property. The shift from communal property to individual ownership was key in setting up corporate libertarianism. Holding to a paradigm that declares "what's mine is mine and what's yours is mine" is worlds apart from "we share resources to take care of each other." It's democracy versus capitalism. Capitalism is about money and the acquisition of money. In my readings, I quote, "The drive to acquire is the highest expression of what it means to be human." This pretty much sums up the unquestioned belief system of capitalism. Not everyone agrees with that statement, and I have many high ideals regarding what it means to be human. None of them have to do with the drive to acquire. All too often in family court, notions of property involve children, and children are treated like property instead of human beings.
In a high conflict divorce, one party holds the capitalist paradigm, while the other party is more oriented towards democratic equality. The drive to acquire and hoard resources is a factor, for corporate libertarianism seeks to concentrate resources, benefits, and advantages with one small group to the disadvantage of the many. In high-conflict divorce, it is an individual seeking to take resources from another to destabilize the family and create a power imbalance so that individual can concentrate all the benefits, resources, and advantages in himself. Power, as I learned in class, has many definitions but one definition is that power is the ability to help or hurt. In high-conflict ongoing divorce, one party seeks to hurt the other.
Corporate libertarianism's guiding principle is: maximize profit while minimizing responsibility. It is not much different than individual narcissism. Corporations can raze the earth and pollute the water and just pay politicians so that they don't have to clean it up or worry about how it affects people's lives. It creates private profit, but the ramifications, or costs, are placed on society. Think about how ludicrous it is. The money corporations spend on lobbying and the legal system could be spent on cleaning up their environmental messes or building "clean" factories. Instead, they play a game, a mindless game that gives them the ability to make money without restrictions. It is the same with high-conflict divorce. One party can completely raze another person and their own children and family financially, emotionally, and physically, but either blame the people they abuse, or take no responsibility for their actions. They are their own corporate microcosm, their own mini-dictators. Again, this is an imbalance that is blatantly exploitative in nature.
Corporations who want tax relief are basically asking for a reverse socialism. Capitalism is socialism for the rich. This is also called "corporate welfare". A man of means and ability to earn an ample living for himself and his children, in refusing to work to his potential, in using his resources to bully his co-parent in court, and in asking the court to relieve him of his legal child support obligations is asking the court to put him on welfare. He is also asking his ex-wife and children to relieve him of his family obligations so he does not have to make any sacrifices to support his family, and they have to make sacrifices for HIM. This allows him to improve his home, take multiple vacations, take no measures to promote himself and his work in the world, and basically play a lot, and who cares how this affects his children?
Corporations do a sales job by constantly convincing us that their interests are our interests. Narcissists do this too, through gaslighting. They present a facade and are fake in their morals and standards. People fall for their facade. I know I have fallen for these seemingly perfect scenarios. Corporations, too, have no morals. They really don't care about the people they exploit, they just have business to do. High-conflict blamers, during and after a divorce, will also launch "smear campaigns" to justify their heinous exploits and judgmental, punitive behavior. This lack of humanity characterizes high-conflict divorce. The narcissist and his group lack empathy and truly do not care who they hurt or how. The high-conflict, narcissistic group who scapegoats is not very different in ideology from corporate America.
I also want to say how very odd and infuriating it is that a man can spend more on the legal system in trying to get out of paying child support than he does on his children. This is a simple matter of looking at the numbers. If a man adds it up, it goes like this: "50K to my attorney and court. My own children: meh, whatever I can "afford", which is probably closer to 5K, Investments I've made personally and financially to benefit my relationship with my ex-wife and children and to foster cooperative co-parenting: -40K. That's right, negative. Damages have been done, on purpose. I've deliberately burned my bridges with her in pursuit of my personal power and control."
It is common sense that a man who is financially able to litigate with intent to financially cripple his co-parent is financially able to support his children. These men consistently prove their ability to support the legal system and create a diversion in personal relationships by playing on people's sympathies. In the meantime, the money flowing towards the court is effectively diverted away from his children, who could be enjoying a higher quality of life were their father not wasting time and money on a retaliatory, capitalist mission.This is one aspect of family court that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever and in the family court's allowing an imbalance of advantages and disadvantages, they hold to the ideology of corporate libertarianism.
Not one state adequately addresses the problem of a person spending more of their money on family court than on their children. Years of child support can be squandered and funneled away from children into family court in the service of letting a high-income, highly funded person get out of supporting their children. If a person can find the money to continually litigate, a person can find the money to pay for things for their children and not harm their co-parent. It is worse than unfair to exploitatively financially burden a co-parent; it is abusive.
Corporations may legally be "people" now, but people are not "corporations" in family court. There needs to be a paradigm shift, one where families are not tainted by the narcissism of corporate libertarianism's ideology, but have developed a true democracy.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

On Being an Enemy

I was not born to be an enemy, nor am I "wired" to be an enemy. I have lived enough trauma in my life to give me my guarded places, my triggers,my vulnerabilities, and my often stultifying insecurity.
But an enemy? I've lived my life trying to please people. I've wanted to fit in. I've hated feeling so weird, different, and isolated and have gone to opposite extremes to be non-threatening and compliant.
It isn't like I don't make relational mistakes. Some weeks feel like one long attunement desert, and I have to go about figuring out how to reconnect.
But the bottom line is, I care about my relationships. Issues and all, I care deeply for the people I love.
No matter what mistakes I've made, I did not sign up for being an enemy.

It has been one long journey into the heart of grief, and indeed, being faced with that most basic human task: to make meaning of  suffering. In my case, it is a manifestation of monumental projection of a group of people that drives me to seek meaning.


In 1991, when my first baby was a mere 3 months old, I mustered up all the parenting excitement of my 23-year-old self and took her to see Beauty and the Beast. It was a silly thing to take a baby to a movie, but I was new at parenting and it was what I did. In the movie, a group of townspeople, led by a witless brute, sought to prove their capabilities and strength against the Beast. Now, the beast had done nothing to them but symbolize the reflection of their own beastly natures. They were scared of themselves, in essence. They made an enemy out of the beast that did not seek to harm them and had lived in isolation. The townspeople lied about the Beast's true nature and put scary qualities on him. The Beast was human all along, and just needed someone to recognize his humanity and have compassion for that; someone who saw the truth all along and did not imagine some Beast. In fact, he was more "human" than the townspeople who scapegoated him. They made an enemy of him and forced him to fight them out of their fear and hatred. They operated out of their illusions. I understand this dynamic all too well.



Of course, we never saw in the story how the Beast grappled with the fact that he was being made an unwilling enemy, that there were people who wanted him to suffer and enjoyed his suffering, and how his struggle to make meaning with this cruel situation contributed to his transformation. I would point out that his anger created his transformation as well. Without his anger, he would not have achieved the courage and clarity of spirit to touch his humanity.
The enemy-makers in my case are in healing professions. My prayer for them is that someday, someday, they will run into a woman like me, one who has been betrayed and made into an enemy. I hope she asks the same questions of them: why has God forsaken me? why are there people who gloat and revel in the suffering of a human being they once professed to love? why do humans put on the mask of love but carry hatred in their hearts and deeds? why don't they stop this suffering?


They will have to face helping her sort out a situation that makes no sense on a moral, ethical, or spiritual level.  They will have to guide her towards making making meaning of this particular type of suffering, one that is so blatantly senseless and preventable.
They will have to then think of me differently, not as an enemy, but as a human being.
Dr. Bessel Van der Kolk says in his vital, wonderful book, “The Body Keeps The Score”:
“Trauma almost invariably involves not being seen, not being mirrored, and not being taken into account. " Enemy-makers will have to do what they did not do in my case: come to terms with their own illusions of beasts, and how that imagined beast is actually a reflection of their own unresolved darkness. They will have to gather in the fact that they caused trauma in another human being, that they initially drove another person from God while professing their ministries. They will have to muster up the compassion, empathy, and self-awareness they could not find before. They will ultimately have to face themselves, or they could continue to choose not to. 
I find my way to God despite their actions. And I hope they, too, find their way to God. For I am often selfish, and do not consider that when one conjures up and enemy to start a war, there are losses on their side, too. For instance, friends..childhood friends...have been cast aside in favor of carrying the torches of accusation. Relationship with me, peace, stability for the broken family...these have been sacrificed in favor of the spoils of war: moments to gloat, moments of victorious demeaning, all the room in the world to harshly judge and blame without measure, creating destruction without actually having to take responsibility. No one can knowingly cause suffering in another without damaging their own integrity. 
A friend of mine said to me, "Do not pray for what is fair. Pray for what is merciful." I am not a beast, or an enemy. I am a human being, striving and reaching, made clear and courageous through anger, and seeking to make meaning of being portrayed as a "beast" and being made into an unwilling enemy. 

I draw upon the wisdom of William Shakespeare.  From Portia in "Merchant of Venice":


"The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea;
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there."


Friday, August 5, 2016

revolutions

I want to join revolutions
I want to create revolutions and take all this courage and desire and put it somewhere worthy
Love is not the revolution we need
Love is something people hide behind
No, do not speak to me any more of your "love" because you don't care how it is done
I cannot trust it
Love is not the word
Love is the movement
The revolutions I would join are the revolutions of grace
ecstasy
redemption
restoration
How about a revolution of healing? Of compassion?
Sign me up for these, show me how to serve
But forget about love, that fleeting affection, that affliction of sentiment
no, the revolution is listening
the movement is to have care
How about revolutions of silliness, of glee?
How about a revolution of cleaning up messes, of making messes?
It is revolutionary to be kind, and genuine.
I want a revolution of dark underbellies...of showing each other what we've murdered in this world, what toes we've stepped on, what hearts we've caused to bleed, what wounds we've slashed through ourselves, through others
It needs to be different
This is not about the world, the world where black people get killed for being black
where children get ripped from mothers who cried out the truth
where hatred finds a gun and uses it
where monsters and politicians are one and the same
But in this world between us, your guns are your words, your misdeeds rooted in standing idly by, of casual indifference to the suffering you cause
You are making people choke on their anger
You keep joining the naysayers, the assholes, the takers, the exploitative warmongers
Stop that and join me in these revolutions
If it happens in this world between us, it makes it easier for it to happen out there
This is the revolution that needs to happen, the revolution of feeling, novelties of passion, of hope for all of us
Of empathetic connection
revolutions of vulnerability, of soft hearts
The real revolution? The extraordinary one? It's the "I'm sorry I hurt you." revolution.
That, THAT will change our world
Let's show each other our wars, where we waged and fought them
Let's bring these wars out and have a revolution of weeping, of sadness, of great pain
I will paint you with the blood on your hands and reach into your darkness and pull out all of that awful blackness
I will show it to you and say yes, there it is, this is why you need revolutions
What is this revolution worth? A phone call? a letter? showing up?
What will it take for you to throw out this ugliness, this war?



Friday, July 15, 2016

Grieving Patriarchy

In my film class, we got to read "Wives and Concubines" by Su Tong, and see the movie, "Raise the Red Lantern". My professor related this story and movie to Confucianism, which is ultimately a patriarchy. From my class, I learned that patriarchy is designed to serve the interests of male members of society, and patriarchy does this through control and subjugation. The areas of culture my professor listed as subject to patriarchal control were religious, familial, political, economic, social, legal, and artistic.
I was struck by the story and how invisible the man was, and how the women competing for his favor, undermined each other. It made me sad to see how the women could have banded together to support each other, but patriarchy with its attending hierarchy naturally breeds competition and resentments. The movie is such a rich example of patriarchy and its self-limiting cruelties.
While my mind was connecting patriarchy to all forms of suffering in the world, and how patriarchy demeans men and women equally, I kept coming back to an area of my life where patriarchy has hit home, a personal patriarchy. It isn't just that cultures are set up to give privilege to certain males-in America it is white males-but that the family is a representative condensation of that structure, which means patriarchy can be the dominant structure of a marriage relationship. (See Terry Real and other therapists who work with this concept in personal relationships.)
I realized that I am in one area of our society that is unrelenting in its adherence to patriarchy, and that is court. I am not there by choice, which is an act of control in and of itself. The court system was created by men, and even if it is designed for fairness for all, we know from solid, repeated research that bias exists against black men and abused women, and women in general. Patriarchy relies on and breeds racism and sexism; even benevolent sexism is sexism. The goal is control and power, but it is an illusion because power is an addiction, meaning, that in order to maintain external power and control, you must have something to control. The alternative is controlling yourself and developing natural authority and leadership. Patriarchy discourages this development of courage, strength, self-respect, and leadership in a man.
But in our society today, the controlled are also given the illusion of choice. In a court situation, your choices are handed over to the judge. The other party's choices are ironically handed over to the judge, and in a strange twist, one party can fuel both forming a forced allegiance to patriarchy.
Today, I am sad. I was in a relationship that was essential patriarchy in all those areas listed above: religion, family, economics, politics, social, legal, and artistic. Every single aspect of my life was subject to approval, and if I stood up or spoke up for myself I was summarily squashed or punished in some way: silence, withdrawal, withholding, control. It feels awful to be the subjugated one, to try to reason with a person who demeans you and have your dreams, desires, and hopes for your life and the lives of your children so manipulated and controlled.  It doesn't matter if he hits you, and this, too has been hard, because at least if I'd been hit, there would have been some sort of honeymoon phase in the cycle. And it is STILL hard for women who have been repeatedly hit to get help and overcome bias. If in an extreme situation it is hard to get legal and practical help, how much less in a situation that is abusive dominance, but spit-shined to look like it's not and you are the crazy one?
And so there is a lot of pain, and isolation, and the rest of the world not having a grip on these things. Thank God for therapists who get it and for compassionate, honest friends.
But it makes me deeply sad. People who change policy and work for social justice have a hard row to hoe. Change happens so slowly and inevitably someone protests and great groups put up roadblocks to positive change and social justice. Naysayers to any social movement are a dime a dozen and some are more powerful than others. I am coming to clarity that my position is that we change the structure that allows for abuse, which is patriarchy, and many people put structures in place that help deal with the resulting problems. If the smallest act of dominance and bullying is allowed, it holds roadblocks for the most extreme abuse cases. But we need efforts on both ends-addressing patriarchal structures and creating places where woman-abuse via sexism and bias is not allowed, and helping women heal from abuses in the court, their families, or at the hands of angry exes.
It's not even a gender issue, it is a structural issue...an infusion of a dysfunctional paradigm. Women participate in holding up patriarchy as well, and can even be the dominant party who works to ultimately serve the interests of white maleness.
I'm sad. I wish it were easier to address this problem.
Part of me feels like giving up. It is all so overwhelming. It seems like it would be simple if people would just bring themselves to love, but love is not enough. The sense of powerlessness and being trapped and grief at having your choice of a healthy relationship with a person is completely taken away. But what does any of that matter? When one is unwillingly thrust into enemy position and hated so fully, what is there to be done but TRY to make some meaning of it? Be a contrast to the hate without getting completely railroaded...this is tricky, ungraceful business.
"To be human is to live within a hairbreadth of the unbearable." Sometimes, this feeling of powerlessness, of having no influence to make something better and good and right and fair is unbearable. This system that has betrayed me so many times, people who supposedly loved me who let me down over and over again, This system my daughter and son will have to make peace with somehow, and do their own stumbling through.
Patriarchy. It's what's for dinner.
As a woman growing up in this day and age, I was always told I could be anything I want to be. But that is a lie along the lines of "love is enough". Yes, a woman can be anything she wants to be but she is going to be lesser paid for it, have bigger obstacles, and fail if she does not learn how to play the game of looking like she is serving the system...the system that was designed by men and that they are loathe to let go of.


Tuesday, July 12, 2016

The Good Kind of Trouble



Yesterday was my 48th birthday. I'm not really blonde but for twenty minutes yesterday I was and it was super fun. As I edge closer to 50, and closer to finishing my degree, and closer to my potential,  I purpose to live this year with gusto, passion, and self-acceptance. It's time to let go of all that insecurity and doubt and just fly free into the next era of my life.

Andrea Balt of Creative Rehab posted this on my birthday, and I love it:

Don’t you find it odd or rather upside down when you are tempted to apologize for having a dream to the non-dreamers, a heart to the heartless, a vision to the blind?
For trusting yourself to the doubters, for having faith to the soulless, for practicing compassion to the cruel, for your childish nature to the deadly serious adults, for bleeding passion to the dead?
Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t THEY apologize for giving up on their dreams, for silencing their intuition, for agreeing with their fear, for settling for a life & a love that doesn’t bear their signature?
For staying when they mean to leave, for leaving when they want to stay, for being too scared to trust, to dare, to invest enough heart, to create every day like they are ALIVE & every fucking bit mattered?
Don’t apologize for being too much or for feeling things deeply, for wanting to change yourself, and then lives, and then maybe the world, through your gifts, dreams, ideas, as crazy, as mad, as impossible as they seem to those who cannot understand.
Apologize ONLY for the times you agree with your fear & want to give up.
The world needs more creative middle fingers & less polite I'm-sorry's, more art & less apologies, more wild & less tame, more jumping from the highest cliff & less fear of falling or flying, more trusting your own gut & less bullshit excuses for not creating your true life with every breath you've got.
Happy Monday, Dreamers! ❤️

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Mad Banana Man

When I was in high school, I made a sculpture I called "Mad Banana Man", It was a banana with a face on it, pinched into an expression of cartoonish anger. Right after I had finished it, I impulsively smashed the wet clay with my fisted hand. My teacher was flabbergasted as to why I would destroy it...he liked it.
But there was part of me that could not tolerate that kind of public display of anger, could not tolerate the righteous indignation of my own heart. In addition to normal teenage angst, I had every reason to be angry. Year later, I wondered, why did I squash my own healthy impulses, even artistically rendered? Why was I surprised that a person would be comfortable with my anger and happy that I had expressed something so? Where had my anger been wrongfully squashed?
It was my learning, my upbringing, as a woman, as a daughter, to kill any hint of anger, to exercise great intolerance of a woman's anger. This is largely cultural. Angry women are seen as being irrational and out of control. Many times a woman is not listened to until she flares up in anger. Even then, her anger is not always taken seriously. But anger has a purpose, and a logic. Of course we need anger to energize us and bring us to rightful action, especially when there is a scapegoat situation. It makes complete sense.  People say anger comes from fear, that primal emotion, or when boundaries are crossed. It can be tricky, and related to one's self-view: chronically angry people, and those stuck in passive-aggression quite possibly feel completely inept and powerless, something they learned somewhere.
Righteous anger can be a cleansing fire. It is indeed a fiery emotion, a consumption that momentarily clouds your thinking. Anger is a hunger, a hunger for change, for justice, for power. It is important to use such power wisely and with love. Listen closely to anger. Listen to why she is angry. Once this work of anger begins, which is the purging of illusions and acceptance of what the voice of anger truly has to say, then clarity will come. It burns away hope, and fear, and control if we let it. It leaves one dancing on the bed of those white-hot coals called Grief. Ultimately anger compels us to act with regard to love, protection of the weak, and justice, not with self-serving oppression of another. Ironically, the oppressor is as angry as the scapegoat.
I have a situation in my life that in every way is unfair. As a friend pointed out about a similar situation in her life, on no set of morals, values, or virtues is this type of situation "fair" or "right". We are both scapegoats. She said something to me about trying to build a bridge, and then realizing there is no bridge. Of course we are angry.
There is no bridge, there is no bridge, there was no bridge. This has haunted me since I heard her say it.  I have patiently, and awkwardly, and faithfully, and imperfectly, tried to tend a bridge. The bridge was an illusion, one where anger had to burn away the veil so I could see how there was no bridge to tend. I lost so much of myself trying to prevent the loss of a bridge that wasn't even there, trying to fix and nurture something that didn't exist. I am angry at myself, and I have to forgive myself for taking so much time to tend a facade.
The realization becomes that anger has a season. The work of anger is tiresome and at some point, for me, it is not possible to live anger as a lifestyle, although the oppressor does live anger. That doesn't mean that for me, anger doesn't rightfully flare in response, but that it becomes a messenger, and often leads one straight to grief, and you can't run from grief forever. The truth that there is no bridge between you and someone once-beloved is very sad. It's more than disappointing.
One vision/theme that has been coming to me repeatedly is the picture of a wall. How some people are bridge people: relational, caring, empathetic, humble, and some people are wall people: impenetrable, stoic, rejecting, judgmental,unfeeling, unkind. How I often find myself hiding in front of walls, trying to milk them for something they are incapable of giving, angrily beating my fists against them as if they are capable of something real. The bigger part of the picture is that behind me is a big field full of color, trees, greenery, sunshine,and the flow of life, and people:bridge-tenders and bridge-builders, open sky, room to run and play, just beautiful, endless possibility. People connect and love in that field. Standing in front of walls or illusory bridges keeps me away from this field, disconnected from loving and being loved.
Spirit taps me on the shoulder, waking me up with righteous anger, cleansing me with grief: "Turn around. Live. Here is this wide, wild field, not a wall in sight."
I close with a poem by May Sarton, invoking Kali. This line says it all: "Put the wild hunger where it belongs, within the act of creation"
I'm walking into that field.



Kali, be with us.
Violence, destruction, receive our homage.
Help us to bring darkness into the light,
To lift out the pain, the anger,
Where it can be seen for what it is—
The balance-wheel for our vulnerable, aching love.
Put the wild hunger where it belongs,
Within the act of creation,
Crude power that forges a balance
Between hate and love.

Help us to be the always hopeful
Gardeners of the spirit
Who know that without darkness
Nothing comes to birth
As without light
Nothing flowers.

Bear the roots in mind,
You, the dark one, Kali,
Awesome power.

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Of Pizza and Men

Well, now that you know the Chocolate Box theory of relationships, here is what I shared with A.N. Nonymous that got our wheels turning:
The emotional lives of men can be likened to a delivered pizza. Some have a pizza they will seductively open, waft in front of your face, let you smell it, let your mouth start to water in anticipation, pop a small bit  in your mouth and then quickly close the pizza box. Then they leave the pizza box there, distract you while you grow hungrier and hungrier, ignore your requests for just another bite (well, maybe they give you a crumb and TELL you it is a whole slice, leaving you confused and hungrier), and offer you a glass of water instead. Meanwhile, the pizza gets cold and you don’t want it any more. Well, maybe you remember when it was piping hot and think to yourself, “I can live on cold pizza for awhile” and perhaps you do. Or you try to reheat it in the microwave or oven. Perhaps you try to preserve it in the refrigerator. In the end, you wish you’d left when the pizza was hot and the dude wasn’t giving any away.
There are those men who have a beautiful pie they just won’t dress up and heat up. They just won’t. Sometimes they are pining away for their own old pizza they finished and that was good for awhile but now it’s long gone and they can’t stop looking at that empty pizza box. Ugh! Throw it away, dude! Don't let your own pizza grow cold and gross over an empty pizza box!
What about the asshole pizzas? A.N. Nonymous briefly mentioned assholes in his writing. Asshole pizzas present themselves as a gourmet, trendy, truly outstanding pizzas, but when you take a bite, you realize it is not gourmet, but something frozen and embellished with words, something like Jeno's or a generic brand. Or worse, it is not pizza at all, but  pizza rolls or tater tots. At any rate, there is nothing of substance and it's total false advertising and when you open your mouth to protest, asshole-pizza gets stuffed angrily down your throat while taking ALL of your great pizza. And then he demands more and more of your pizza so he doesn't have to go to the trouble of faking his pizza any more. NOT what you signed up for. 
Then…THEN there is the question of brand of pizza. Sometimes, when you are really hungry, you might settle for one of the standard-issue chain pizzas of varying sizes and qualities. Ok, and sometimes a frozen pizza, presented in the right way and with heart, can be completely satisfying.  But you realize that you, yourself, have taken the time and baked a whole gourmet pizza of your own, you, kept hot, appetizing, creative, satisfying, and tasty. The ingredients are fresh, high quality, and artfully placed. Not perfect, mind you, but honest and good. You have it to give. Still, you end up settling for the commonly available pizza far too often until…until….


In walks the big shebang, a pizza as hot and juicy and endlessly satisfying as yours. We are talking the most delicious pizza…like Garage Bar kale chip pizza served with a basil gimlet (my personal favorite). Artfully placed…satisfying…creative…juicy…interesting, for God’s sake! And the guy delivering it gives you whole pieces…you won’t go hungry. And it's REAL. He feeds it to you by the hot slice, nothing held back. It shatters everything you knew about pizza and how good it could be.


It is then you realize you could never go back to cardboard chain pizza. You realize you cannot have anything less than the whole pie, the good stuff, the one that makes your mouth water every time you see it, the one that makes you devour and savor and pleasure in every-single-moment, that makes you hum loudly, "mmmmmmm" and close your eyes in senses-satiated ecstasy.
 I want the whole pizza and I want to give my whole pizza.Life is too short for a steady diet of crappy or pedestrian pizza. I WANT TO SHARE PASSIONATE PIZZA and I will not live without it. 

Make your own passionate pizzas, and share with a whole-sliced lover: