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Power Tripping

I think I would be a really bad dominatrix. I am sure I would look pretty decent in the getup because black latex is so slimming and all, but I don’t have the emotional bandwidth to humiliate someone. There is no part of me that gets off on making someone feel inferior because I get too overwhelmed with empathy. The whole time dominatrixing I would instead be like “hey, is your gag ball too tight?” or “should I whip you softer – it looks like your left butt cheek is really red.”

Yet power and control are huge parts of relationships. You cannot avoid the fact that one person will always has a little more power over the other. Unless you are Ram Das and have a perfectly balanced bond, there will always be some element of a struggle. In romantic situations power directly contributes to romance, passion, and lust. These themes are unavoidable because they are so interconnected. Eventually the goal in any dynamic is to obliterate the power element and find true equality, but unless you are meditating every day in a cave for 40 years – good fucking luck accomplishing that. The question then becomes how do you handle power, and to what extent to you abuse it.

In the parent-child relationship the complexity of power runs deep because of course as the adult, you have ALL the power over your young child. Yet to constantly exercise that will is not only oppressive, but also tyrannical. As your kid ages, they become increasingly aware of how power plays are played out. Children also have to deal with power clashes in relationships they have with other kids. Who gets to play with what toy, which kid is hitting, and who is forcing their will upon the rest? There is always some kid asserting their dominance, and those who are acquiescing to that aggression. So basically as soon as we start socializing with other humans, we are dealing with the subject to power.

Okay… so this weekend, power became the theme of my Sunday morning. It began when Munch and I went to practice yoga in the barn next to my house. Now I know my child can be demanding, but she has been socialized to respect my time when I dance or do yoga. We have been doing this since she was a baby, and there are days where she will let me practice for 3-hours and play the entire time on her own. We have an understanding.

Yet this fateful day, she had another agenda. It started with her INSISTING we listen to her music and not mine.

Munch: Mom, can we listen to Iggy Azalea two times, and then we listen to your music.
Toni: Ummmmm okay… but just two times.
Munch: Okay. Let’s listen to “Fancy” and then “Bounce.”
Toni: Fine. But then we listen to my music.
Munch: I promise!

We listened to her songs, but then Munch wouldn’t give me back my phone to play my music.

Munch: Let’s listen to Iggy Azalea for two more times, and then The Spice Girls two times.

Okay, so you want to know the least peaceful music to practice yoga to? Fucking Iggy Azalea and the Spice Girls that is who. But I was trying to be cool, so I let her listen to her songs…. but then things got out of hand. Munch wouldn’t give me back my phone, and she wouldn’t stop playing these fucking songs. Now of course I am stronger then my 4-year old and could have easily grabbed it out of her damn hand, but that would be a terrible example.

Toni: Dude, you have to give me my phone. I am going to lose my mind if I have to keep listening to these songs over and over again. You had your turn, and now it is my turn.
Munch: I don’t care what you say.

Ummmmmmmmmm so when your precious little 4- year old baby looks you straight in your face and says something like that, pretty sure you want to drop kick them across the room.

Toni: That is a very rude thing to say. I am not going to grab the phone out of your hand. But you are being very selfish right now. You are not he only person in the room. We got to listen to your music, and not it is Mamma’s turn to listen to her music. If you think what you are doing is right, then keep doing it. But I think you are acting very selfish.
Munch: I don’t care.

I really didn’t know what to do with that logic.

Here was the other problem I faced. My kid is also very extremely proficient with technology. She knows how to use the iPhone. She knows how to set up the blue tooth to the speakers. And she also knows how to control the volume. Even when I would try to turn it down, or disconnect the phone from the room speakers, Munch would just reconnect them, and turn it the fuck back up.

Let’s keep in mind I was trying to practice yoga and be all one with the cosmos and shit, so getting angry felt hypocritical. I was kept trying to appeal to Munch’s rational spirit body, yet it wasn’t working because she kept responding that she didn’t care what I said. So in the ethos maintaining some semblance of patience, I decided to ignore Munch and keep practicing – as the charming lyrics “I’ve been up all night, trying to get that rich. I’ve been work, work, work, work, working on my shit” melted into my psyche.

Munch noticed that I wasn’t fighting her on the music anymore, so she then started physically harassing me. She would crawl underneath my downward dog and stare me in the face and be like “Mamma, I am going to turn it up okay?” Or she would get underneath my warrior two and push my thigh to try and tip me over. It was relentless. The more I tried to keep my Zen, the more creative she got with trying to destroy me.

Toni: You know what? I have had enough. Not only are you being really selfish about he music, but you are not respecting my body. You need to go in the house.
Munch: NO! I want to stay with you.
Toni: Listen, there is no way you are staying with me right now. You need go in the house and I will come find you when I am done.
Munch: Well then I want to watch something.
Toni: You are out of your mind if you think that is going to happen. Now go in the house. I can’t be around this energy. It is too disrespectful, and I have had my limit.
Munch: FINE! I am going in the house and I AM NEVER GOING TO LOVE YOU AGAIN!

Munch stormed off and went in the house as I tried to find a place of peace within my own soul. I really didn’t get what was going on. I had never encountered this kind of problem before with her, and was getting super depressed. It wasn’t just about the music (although just so you know, if you ever want to torture someone, play the Spice Girls 6 times in a row) but the intention she had of being inconsiderate. I am not being paranoid or overly sensitive. She was trying to fuck with me!

About ten minutes later, Munch came back into the barn.

Munch: Mamma, you really hurt my feelings.
Toni: Well Munch, you also really hurt my feelings.
Munch: I know.
Toni: What was going on with you?
Munch: Sometimes my friend Maya is mean to me, so I wanted to act like her.
Toni: So you wanted to act mean to me to see what if felt like?
Munch: Yeah.
Toni: Well did it feel good to act mean?
Munch: No. It felt really bad.
Toni: Do you know what people sometimes act mean?
Munch: Why?
Toni: I think people can be mean sometimes because it makes them think they are powerful.
Munch: And people want to be powerful?
Toni: Sometimes yes. But I don’t think that is what real power is. Do you?
Munch: No I don’t. But what is real power?
Toni: I think real power is making someone laugh. Or making someone feel good about themselves. Or making someone feel loved.
Munch: I am really sorry Mamma.
Toni: I am sorry too.

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2 Responses to Power Tripping

  1. olgadavidson says:

    Wow! This is pretty amazing. She is so intelligent and so are you. Aren’t you glad she was not playing “All about the base?”

  2. Laszlo Nagy says:

    This is pretty amazing. I think it is a minor miracle that she is even able to be in there with you when you do the yoga. But also, the fact that you had figured out what was actually behind these bizarre acts (the aforementioned Maya) bears witness to the power of dialog. // The only thing though is that perhaps it really would be a yoga to be able to do yoga upon the voices of Spice Girls and what have you. But even then, it would be essential not to be confronted with questions. This then would not allow for yoga. But somehow it would be amazing to think of the practice of yoga concurrent with the Spice Girls. It would be a deed worthy of historical record if this could actually be effected. Worth a try?

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