Amazing Street Art from Plastic Jesus
From the crowded urban streets of Los Angeles, California comes a street artist known as Plastic Jesus. He creates incredible and controversial art installations, such as a giant mouse-trap with credit cards as bait, a fake grave with flowers and a mock rifle positioned as a headstone for the 11,458 people killed during 2011 and 2012 with automatic weapons or a giant spilled can of Mountain Dew cordoned off as if it were toxic waste. He consistently creates public mixed-media pieces that point out the negative aspects of our culture into something thought provoking. The installations above are titled as followed:
- Stop Making Stupid People Famous
- Credit Trap
- Toxic Hazard
- No Kardashians
- American Excess
- RIP 11,458
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This is a genderflip of this article in The Atlantic. Lately I’ve started to get pretty frustrated by the fact that “Parenting” seems to be synonymous with “Motherhood” in our media. Parenting groups are labeled “Mom’s” groups, completely leaving out and marginalizing committed fathers. Many magazines and websites have Parenting sections under the “Women’s” section. This kind of language around parenting hurts everybody - it leaves out men and assumes parenting duties are a woman’s domain.
This flipped article explores what it might look like if our culture accepted fathers’ yearning for children as much as mothers’, and if we lauded the care-taking, nurturing side of masculinity.
Childless men have found other ways to nurture—including adopting pets and providing guidance to young relatives and school-age boys.
According to the Pew Research Center, the number of American men without children has risen to an all-time high of 1 in 5, a jump since the 1970s when 1 in 10 men ended their childbearing years without having a baby. But many men without kids still have what we think of as a “paternal instinct”—an innate desire to love, care for and nurture someone or something.
There’s a new kind of parenthood that many men in their late 30’s and early 40’s are gravitating to—one that doesn’t involve tucking a little one in bed at night, or nursing him through a cold—but that is fulfilling nonetheless. We have found a way to be fathers without actually being parents.
My choice to try and parent a group of boys who weren’t my own was a very conscious decision. The beginning of my relationship with a group of seven smart and precocious fourth- and fifth- graders began one afternoon when I was sitting on the toilet. I had just seen the results of yet another negative pregnancy test. It had been nearly two years of trying and this last round of IUI (intra uterine insemination) had failed, just like all the rest. I picked up the test and gave it a good shake. I knew it wasn’t a Magic 8 Ball—I couldn’t just expect a different result to appear. But I would have taken a Try Again or even a Too Soon to Tell over the harshness of a simple, non-negotiable no. The tears were welling up in my eyes and I was gearing up for a good cry of the Sally Fields in Steel Magnolias caliber when the phone rang. It was Alan from the Boy Scouts’ New York City headquarters asking when I could come in for a training session.
I had filled out an online volunteer form a few weeks prior, after a soul-searching talk with myself during which I tried to determine why I so desperately wanted to be a father. I was always into Boy Power, but more in a Spice boys-listening type of way than in an actually-doing-something way. I thought, maybe if I couldn’t have a baby of my own, I could have several sons. I could teach them how to pitch a tent, make complicated knots or start a fire with two sticks. Okay, so I didn’t actually know how to do any of those things, but still, maybe I had something to offer.
The higher-ups at boy Scouts assumed I was a parent of one of the boys in my newly-forming troop. Why else would I devote the time and energy to such an endeavor? My friends and family seemed perplexed that in the midst of starting a round of IVF I was spending so much time arranging trips to places like a local vet hospital and buying supplies so that my boys could decoupage autobiographical posters. The boys in my troop assumed I was a teacher. It seemed odd to everyone that I wanted to mentor them—after all, what was in it for me?
Alan, 46, of New York City found an outlet for his unconscious desire to nurture closer to home. Like many men his age, he had a moment when he realized that kids were absent from his otherwise full life.
“I never made having kids a priority,” he says, reminiscing on past relationships and would-be fathers to a child that never was. “At 39 I thought—maybe I should have kids. I thought about having them with a gay friend, or adopting or using an egg donor, but I wasn’t seriously considering it. I wished a relationship had happened that would have made it possible. If I had met the gal I’m with now 10 years ago we would have had kids,” he says.
Instead, Alan has had a strong, lifelong relationship with his nephews—now ages 22 and 25. “I saw my nephews through all their milestones.” When Alan’s nephews both chose to attend his alma mater, he was very gratified. “It was like the way a kid might follow in their parents’ footsteps—but they wanted to follow my path,” he says. “They are like surrogate children to me.”
While women certainly experience more societal pressure to procreate than women, a recent British survey revealed that men actually feel more depressed by childlessness than women do. Perhaps that’s because men are more likely to seek out alternate ways of parenting.
(NOTE: this previous line was not gender flipped, since it’s a statistic that seems relevant still)
For Martin, 38, of Dallas, TX, the chance to adopt a rescue pet was a ray of hope after a medical condition forced him to undergo a full mastectomy. He admits that at first he was angry, and later sad, that biological children were no longer a possibility for him. His life changed when he saw a picture on an email listserv from a pet rescue organization.
“I found I had an instant connection with him and had the room both in my heart and in my home,” Martin says. “Mr Duke became my furry child in every sense of the word as he filled my home with unconditional love.” He soon found himself changing his own routine to accommodate his pet.