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Progeny Pride: my son the blogging designer

Progeny: n. children, descendants, offspring

Pride:  n. the quality or state of being proud, holding in high esteem.

My son just put up his second essay at Huffington Post (in the Style section) and he’s a damn fine writer, that boy is. Better than I was at his age, thatsa fo’ sure.  So much talent in one package… but then, the other ingredient he has in spades is perseverance (perennial favorite issue for me – just check the tag cloud for samples).

His first post was about how the recession could provide new opportunities for connection. His topic today is slow living… from slow food to slow blogging to slow sex.

As a person without a partner, I can’t speak much about slow sex these days. But I will be looking into slow blogging – one of these days.

Slow blogging theory says that if it’s worth saying, it’s worth taking the time to say it well – to think it through, to explore the nooks and crannies of the question. It says:

Slow Blogging is a willingness to remain silent amid the daily outrages and ecstasies that fill nothing more than single moments in time, switching between banality, crushing heartbreak and end-of-the-world psychotic glee in the mere space between headlines. The thing you wished you said in the moment last week can be said next month, or next year, and you’ll only look all the smarter.

Dang it.  (Conservatively) 75% of my posts would probably have been better left unwritten.

But quality was never my goal. The purpose of this blog was to create a daily writing practice – quantity – to crank out words in the hopes that with practice, quality would be more frequent.

There’s an old Yiddish story about a tailor who was a shoddy workman, but cheap. When customers would complain about a jacket he’d just made, he’d say, “Never mind the quality, feel the width.” (Later it was the title of a 1970s British sitcom.)

This is my 280th post since I started in April.   Feel the width!

Proud Mama’s son now blogs provocatively on HuffPo!

Proud: adj. much pleased, filled with pride

Provocative: adj.  serving or tending to excite, or stimulate

Perhaps the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree after all.

My older son, Ethan, best known for his design skills and business acumen, turns out to be a writer as well. In recent years he has paid his dues (and then some) in the entrepreneurial trenches. Perhaps bored with working 27 hours a day 9 days a week and 67 weeks a year, he is expanding his portfolio – into my verbose terrain.

It turns out that Jimmyjane, the design-centric sexual accessories business he launched in 2005, is a HOT company in a HOT field, so they tapped HIM (over ME) to blog at HuffPo.

Jeez, what does Arianna have against words beginning with the letter P ????

Ethan starts his first post with a visit to a local yarn shop, where business is booming – folks sittin’ and knittin’ together despite the recession. He sees this as one more indicator that in these troubled times we’re pulling back to the comforts of home and personal connection. He continues:

At Jimmyjane, we recently sent out a newsletter about holding hands, and it was among our most popular this year. Though the delivery was tongue-in-cheek, the sentiment is genuine — let’s get back to basics. Our search for solid ground will have us moving from the conceptual to the tangible, from surface to substance. Nothing’s as reassuring as resting your head on a loved one’s chest, and perhaps what’s underway is a metaphoric shift from fake boobs to real bosom.

There are indications that the economic adversity we face will reinforce personal bonds, and “significant others” will redouble their significance. More than ever, emotions are running close to the surface and people are actively seeking an outlet. Interestingly, the biggest step you can take toward great sex is to improve your communication and connection with your partner, and an unexpected benefit of our uncertain times is that they conspire to strengthen both.

So if, in the turmoil of the coming months you’re wondering about the quality of the sex going on in your neighborhood, stop by your local knitting shop. Nothing says love like a handmade scarf, and I think we’ll be seeing a lot of them this holiday.

What America needs is a return to the tactile, a grounding in the present, and an emphasis on connection. Is our nation vulnerable right now? Absolutely. And vulnerability is one of the most important contributions you can bring to any relationship.

So, knit one, purl two, and let’s get back to love.

I have a problem. I knit, and a lotta good it’s done me in the love department.  Ethan???

P.S. When you check out the Jimmyjane website, you can browse the more explicit products on your own. However I will point you to and heartily endorse the candles that melt into massage oil and the Threesome essential oil fragrances.  Ethan spent months personally blending and testing unusual essential oils and natural fragrances and these are totally fabulous. (I was a sniff-tester too!)  In the candles, my favorite fragrance is Habanero-Grapefruit – it’s not at all like the cheesy gift shop candles.  Brits: you can get the stuff at Selfridge’s!

P.P.S.  If you’ve ever wondered why I’ve never blogged about xenises, or xornography, even though they begin with P,  it’s because the one time I used a suggestive title to write about my first computer (titled Peculiar Passion: my Vector Graphics Computer) I got INUNDATED with unspeakable spam.