select writing from the publisher in the book Rinse and Repeat Janet Kuypers’ writing in Rinse & Repeat
Welcome to the 1999 issues (volumes 105 through 116) of Children, Churches and Daddies (the unreligious, non-family-oriented literary and art magazine), which is drinking, i mean, THINKING our way through the Y2K... “Rinse and Repeat” (ISBN 1-891470-13-2, $12.00, First Edition, copyright © 1998, 1999 Scars Publications and Design) is a collection book of poetry, prose, essays, philosophical rants, art and general tirades of all these issues, finishing off the 1900s from Scars Publications. So rep-eee-tay see vous play...
note from the publisher
Rinse and Repeat is filled with poetry, prose and art. from the 1999 issues of a literay magazine “Children, Churches and Daddies”, contest results and award winners. This book, as a whole, is fiction, and no correlation should be made between events in this book and events in real life.
this book is dedicated to overcoming struggles, P.S.: I wanted to take what little space I had left to thank everyone for all the time and talent they put into making this magazine - and this book - a reality. And I would like to finish off this letter with a poem that I wrote with john, called stairs. - Janet Kuypers
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Stairs(written by j.k. and j.y.)
I’m sick of these stairs that I have to take,
twisting around in a spiral I rise
there are so many things I need,
I’ve been looking for someone
scraping & painting
& no one else
with me & my paint scrapers
so I’ll scrape & I’ll climb, I’ll paint, climb more
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“Type A” PersonJanet KuypersI was in my friend’s car once, and she was driving through the streets of Chicago, and she was letting people in who were getting in the right lane at an intersection when that right lane really should only be used for turning right but they go straight and try to cut off the long line of traffic waiting at the light. Well, as I said, she’s letting these people get in front of her, and she’s stopping at four-way stop intersections and waving other cars to go in front of her, and when she is going she’s going under the speed limit, and I’m thinking, my god, she’s under thirty years old and she’s driving like she’s twice her age and I want to tell her to get going because damnit, I don’t want to die in this car, I’ve got a lot of living to do, I’ve never jumped out of an airplane or made a million dollars or been in a lustful affair with a high-ranking political candidate, and if I am going to go out I surely don’t want to die of boredom while someone else is staying in the most congested lane of traffic when they could just as easily get into the next lane and cut everyone off in front of them when they eventually have to merge, like I would most certainly do. And then it occurred to me, and of course it filled me with a complete and utter sense of elation, because I just love being pigeon-holed into stereotypical psychological categories: I really am a Type A person. There’s an intersection near my house where from one direction you can either go straight or turn right, and there are two streets that merge into this one, both turning right, so the middle street has a “no turn on red” sign. And usually when I’m on this road I’m on the street that’s going straight, the left-most street, and these two streets are on my right, merging into my street. And I always catch the red light on this street, it’s like the traffic gods are displeased with my constant efforts to circumvent their wrath, so I’m always catching the red light at this street, so I’ve learned a new trick: I turn right, onto the first street on my right, but instead of doing a U-turn I turn left at the next block so I can get on that second street, all so I can turn right onto the street I was on originally before both of the other streets get to go so I can beat every one of those slow bastards to the next intersection. I mean, yes, I’m the one that’s yelling and banging the stering wheel of my car when people on the road are idiots. Yes, I’m that person who has to race so that I can slam on my brakes at that next intersection, only 100 feet away, and yes, I am only driving a Saturn SL1, a sedan with about as much power as a 1982 Ford Mustang, but damnit, I won’t go down without a fight, I will be out there cutting everyone off, weaving in and out of traffic; I will be the one getting there before you, trust me, I will. And even when I’m tuning the radio while driving, because, you see, I do that and put on my make-up and take notes for work and check over my schedule and if I was the Hindu god BISHNU and had ten arms I’d get a cel phone and send out faxes and eat dinner and write a novel while I was at it, but, as I said, even when I’m tuning the radio while I’m driving I only let the first second-and-a-half of the song play before I’m disgusted and change the dial to the next pre-programmed station, just to instantaneously become disgusted another six times and have to find a tape to play because all those stupid corporate pieces of shit think they should play crap over and over again in order to keep the mindless tuned in. Well, not me, thank you very much, I don’t have the patience for that. So, needless to say, I’ve discovered that this is a problem of mine, I wish there was some sort of therapy group for this so I could go to my weekly “Type A Anonymous” meetings, but we’d probably all be pushing each other out of the doorway thirty seconds before the meeting is supposed to start, saying, “Get out of my way ass-hole, you should have thought about being late before you tried to cut me off,” and the meetings themselves would probably be filled with people yelling, “Hey, jerk, I think I was talking, what, do you think you’re god or something, show some respect.” God, and I know this is a problem of mine, I know this “Type A-ness” transcends into every realm of my life. When I get on the elevator in the morning to get to my office on the eighteenth floor, I try to make the doors close as quickly as possible so no one can get on the elevator with me, because you know, I really do hate all people and surely don’t want to be in a cramped confined space with a bunch of strangers. But when people do get on the same elevator as me, they invariably press the buttons for floors fifteen, sixteen and seventeen, and I start pursing my lips, stopping myself from saying, “Oh, you people couldn’t stand to walk a flight of stairs, you just had to press all of these buttons and stop me from getting to my god-damned floor in a reasonable amount of time.” Even walking on the sidewalk in the city, I always get stuck behind someone that’s a full foot shorter than me and a full thirty pounds heavier, someone who labors to walk very, very slowly, someone who actually sways rhythmically when they walk, like a metronome, or like a person standing on the edge of a dance floor, rocking back and forth, back and forth all too afraid to actually ask someone to dance, or else afraid to go out and dance and make a fool of themselves in front of the cool people who have figured out what rhythm really is. And I’m walking behind this person, almost tripping over myself because this walking pace is just unnaturally slow, so to pass the time until there’s an opening on the left side of the sidewalk so I can pass them and walk like a human being again I start to mimick them, swaying with my walk, more for my own entertainment than anyone else’s. Yes, more than a human being I’m a human doing, and I hate having to depend on the schedules of others in order to get ahead of them all. Yes, I am the person in line at the grocery store with three items, shifting my weight from foot to foot, frantically scanning the other lines, the person who wants to ask the person in front of them, “can’t I get in front of you, I’ve only got three items and you have two full crocery carts full of crap like Cheetos, Pepsi, fish sticks and Haagen Daz Cookie Dough ice cream.” Yes, I am the person who has four different sets of plans for any given evening because if any one event gets too boring I can pick up and say, “Oh, sorry, I’m supposed to be at a meeting by now,” instead of having to tell them that they’re too boring or that I just have no idea whatsoever of how to relax. Yes, I am the person who coasts toward an intersection when I know the timed pattern of the traffic lights, and know that I can manage to get to this intersection without ever having to make a complete stop so when that light does change I can accellerate faster than everyone else, pass everyone by, and have the open road to myself, wide open in front of me. I’m already guessing that at my funeral, when the long procession of cars is creeping toward the cemetary, I’ll be opening that casket up and whispering to the driver of the hearse, “hey, what do you say we floor it and blow everyone off in line? We could probably grab a beer at the corner bar and still be able to beat everyone to the grave site,” because, as I said, I’m a “Type A” person, and I’m going to make damn sure I do as much living as I possibly can, I’m not going down without a fight, and wherever that god-damned goal line is, I swear, I’ll beat everyone to it.
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Get The Government Out Of Broadcastingby Janet Kuypers
I would like to commend NBC’s stand on keeping the government out of regulating the broadcast industry.
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Veggies of the World Uniteby Janet Kuypers
I’d like to tell you something about myself that usually scares most red-blooded Americans. I don’t want you to think I’m going to try to brainwash you, I don’t want you to think I’m going to give you a lecture. Just brace yourself, and hear me out.
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What Are Flexible Ethics?by Janet KuypersThe Lutheran Brotherhood compiled the following statistics: Nearly two-thirds of all adults believe ethics “vary by situation” or that there is no “unchanging ethical standard or right and wrong.” Nearly eighty percent of all adults from age 18 to 34 believe ethics vary by situation, but even forty-eight percent af all adults aged 65 and up believe ethics vary by situation. Never did a majority of adults believe that there is one standard for every situation.
Now, I needed to look up the word “ethics” to make sure I wasn’t getting confused with my terms. According to Merriam Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary (Tenth Edition), “ethic” has the following meanings:
Consider it from a religious standpoint. In Catholicism, for instance, you should not have sex before marriage, or commit adultery. Religious leaders may forgive an individual if they have sinned, their god may forgive them if they repent, but in Chritsianity is it wrong to have sex before marriage or commit adultery. But there are Catholics who break both of these promises they have made with their religion - with their philosophy. And although the adulterers may ask forgiveness, there are Catholics who claim to be Catholics but still have no problem with having sex before marriage (as long as you don’t get caught, I suppose). But what this means is that these Catholics have claimed one philosophy and followed another. If they really believed in their Catholic ethics, they would not want to break them. It’s that simple.
Consider, as another example, the fourth definition of “ethic.” What if the principles of moral conduct for a group that you were in weren’t consistent, what if they changed from situation to situation? What if one week it supported you as a member of the group because you got a job at a good business, for being good at what you do, and the next week they were condemning you because a black person should have had the job instead of you? What if one week the group supports your skill in creating a new product to improve people’s lives, the next week they are telling you that your time is better spent feeding people who don’ t work for themselves? What if one week the group said they should support life and wouldn’t let a woman in the group get an abortion, and the next week it decided it should reject life and kill your brother, who was falsely accused of murder and is in prison? What if one week the group said the government should lower taxes, and the next week it proclaims that it’s the government’s responsibility to help the poor, with more of your tax dollars?
Why do people, knowing these inconsistencies, living as if there are no absolutes, why do people continue to live this way?
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women without menby Janet Kuypers
Women struggle with this every day. Well, the thing is, yeah, it is crazy to feel that as a woman you have to be attached to someone like that. That being in something as destructive as an abusive relationship is better than being alone, because if you had to end the relationship everyone would think you weren’t a good woman. That you were a failure. Obviously, however, women feel it. And have felt it. It’s evident in the records of domestic abuse. Of rape. And of marriages that have plodded along unhappily, because the woman in the relationship decided not to make waves. Do stick with it for the children’s sake. It’s evident in the fact that older single women are called “old maids.” It’s evident in the fact that women try to catch a mate while men try to avoid the ball-and-chain. It’s evident when people refer to women going to college to get their “M.R.S.” degree, to find a man. And if there are all of these factors telling women all of their lives that they need a man by their side, a man to take care of them, a man to make life easier for them, why wouldn’t they play that role? Women are read fairy tales where a damsel in distress is saved by her knight in shining armour. Women saw their father go off to work and their mother take care of them. Women got teased and called a tom boy for liking non-feminine things. Women even change their title, much less their name - mron miss to misses - when they finally get to have to hold a man. Societal influences from day one nudge women into this role, to depend on men. So then what? So then they’re abused. Physically beaten by a brutal mate. Or mentally abused, told they’re worthless, that they’ll never get any better. And their choices are: They can leave the man that they’ve been told all their lives they need, or They can stick with what they have, because they think it’s better than nothing. Does this explain why battered wives don’t leave their husbands? Okay, I know I seem to be going on a lot of tangents here, but all of these things relate to each other. The point of this essay is that just as it’s silly and hard to imagine a man would HAVE to ride the coat tails of someone else in order to achieve anything in life, so should be the same for women. Women can succeed on their own, whether or not they happen to be in a relationship with a man or not. But women have been taught not to think that way. And when they do happen to stand up for themselves, they’re often ridiculed for it. And it’s an uphill battle to overcome these influences, the teachings of society, of their family, of their mate. But it can be done. A healthy mind, a desire to achieve, determination, these are the things that help you succeed in life. Not in someone else. In yourself.
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Change Your ClothesWhat am I supposed to wearso that I fit in to the right role
There is always a role I’m getting quite good at it, actually
I’ve played so many roles
I have dressed like a school marm
I have worn a business suit
but either way,
I have gone to a different bar
I get the button-down shirt
ripped shorts
Jesus, I’ve even worn simple dresses
and I don’t even want to know
you’re a fuck, you’re a flower all you have to do
is change your roles
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Hasn’t Happened Yetand people can tell me otherwisepeople can give me compliments
and the compliments are never enough
it would be nice if the right someone but that hasn’t happened yet
people keep trying to make me feel better I never get there
so no, I don’t know what the answers are I guess my only choice is to keep trying
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Like My MottoIt is so easy to hope for things
It is easy, I guess, when you’ve got nothing
because it is nice to think
I know women who think that
where their adopted child
I never said I understood that way
And at times I just get tired of fighting it Over-something
So I’m wondering that if
Stop fighting
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What We Are Supposed To DoI played with Barbies for yearsI made clothes for the female dolls I never thought about the fact that their toes were always poinged and their breats were always hard and plastic
maybe those pointed feet said something
I mean, how are you supposed
maybe those pointed feet said something
maybe those plastic breasts said something
maybe those plastic breasts said something
and plastic skin
I can take a Barbis doll now Aren’t girls not supposed to have brains anyway?
This was how we were trained
and I don’t know how to fight against
I can look at Barbies
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I Don’t Want ToI don’t want to make a million bucksI don’t want to worry about beauty first I don’t want to do everything myself I don’t want to let everyone do things for me I don’t want to help the poor I don’t want to give up what I have earned
But I don’t think I earned this
Who am I supposed to apologize to
I don’t want to think about the bad stuff
I don’t want to live this way, and
people tell me I’m being pessimistic
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Becoming a WomanWhen I was youngI never had any lessons in how to become a woman Maybe my girlfriends were supposed to tell me those things But no one did
No one explained to me the science behind it all I thought women had enough to fight against to begin with
Now that I am looking back
My health education classes talked about organs
Ah, the beauties of modern science
The health education classes explained these details
When children think that something doesn’t relate to them
These strangers were talking about something inside of us
One day I noticed
So I went downstairs
That was all the talking we did about it
I nerver got a talk about the birds and the bees
How, as a parent, do you start this
Maybe you just hope that everything works out okay
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Without You Getting SomethingIs that a silly way to put it?Maybe it is And I am getting so poor at the thing This writing down ideas thing And I know that this is what I think And feel and hope and know And you would think I would be good at it
Was just going over notes today
I think you’re with her because she That’s just my theory And I’m sure you would think of being here with me instead But I think that now I am engaged
It would be harder for you
Maybe it would be harder
This whole life thing
That’s just my theory
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Smart Thing To DoThere are so many things I have wantedSo many things I have wanted from you
There are so many things
And maybe the smart thing to do
Because I have wanted you at my lips
And maybe the smart thing to do And when you get here
Well, it is MINE, now,
It is at moments like this
And for just a few moments
And that “just a moment” thing And for once, that does not scare me
And that makes me want
And Hell, I do not know And Hell, I will not be writing then You know
Just know that I want you
And that can last for now
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We All Want ThatNot a lot of people think aboutkilling themselves I mean, not a lot of people think of it as a real option, because I mean, when things get tough, when you get the bad breaks, well, they get better eventually they do
and no one wants to think about the bad stuff it’s like they think they are invincible or something but sometimes things don’t work out that way
and no, you don’t want to think about the bad stuff we all want that, don’t we
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driving car into ditchsometimes it just makesmore sense
i mean
maybe I shouldn’t
maybe it could be a
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Magnum OpusYou wanted my magnum opusWell, here it is, baby
You wanted to know that bad things
Well, they can
I had saved enough money for a while, & they wanted me
& I know, I know, this sounds like
Another model told me
& this place asked for a fee
Then I was there for a photo shoot one day
This is where this story gets more interesting,
Because being on the inside
The building, all the offices & the runway
& he kept that air conditioning blasted
My theory is that he kept it cold
& while he was at it
(I’m sure O.S.H.A. would say that was a safety hazard)
As I was saying,
He once told me that there was a six hundred dollar cable on the floor I do
& I would hear my coworker Chantene tell me she wanted to quit & I made a decision then
I decided to keep my mouth shut
In working here, I have lost my time For it
So I decided to work enough to cover my ass -
Yeah, I quit
I got to learn a ton of things while I was there
They are the most unorganized, disorganized bunch
They had no database for their orders
When they do interviews
The owner asks his employees I wonder how many people I have disconnected unintentionally that way
I wonder if there’s anything else I can get out of this place
Grr...
& today is my last day of work
Chantene said she’d e-mail them to me
But I’ve had it with the
I found out here that
One of my coworkers also told me Doesn’t THAT do something for MY self-esteem
Well, you gotta make a profit SOMEHOW, I guess
I’m counting down the minutes now
When here, who are you supposed to answer to
So consider this my magnum opus,
&, you know,
& I hope on some level you know what I’m doing
So, go ahead
Well, set it up, baby Remember THAT, you son of a bitch
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Against My WillThere have been so many timesWhere I have been raped
Not that some man That way is just to obvious
Not the “someone tried
If you have done the research I have
Because
I guess with that in mind
Or the fact that the word “woman” Like how “she is “he” with an “s” Like we’re an extension of them
Or the fact that men
I should be aware
I can handle the jokes
I mean
Fine
And how much money
* Note that “Feminist with a capital F” is from a poem by Joanna Marshall. Also note that “End of your family line” is is reference to “The End of The Family Line” by Steven Morrissey.
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A Least That’s What I HearThere are so many thingsI’ve tried to do with my life and there are so many things that I’ve wanted and there are so many things that I just took care of myself
well, there are just so many things
I don’t know if I can touch them supposed to come along and save the day
There are any things
things always have that effect on me,
it’s easy to get disappointed
you can just try to ignore all the bad stuff
all I have to say at least that’s what I hear
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You Would Know If You Were HereJanet Kuypers
This is a toast to you
Maybe it is because I remember too much Maybe you would know if you were here
I bought these wine glasses recently
And no, you have never been around with me And I toasted to you with this glass
I said to you in this toast, And here is to all that you have taught me
Because I have been through a lot, you know
And here I am
And I am mixing red wine with beer
But
I would never wish what happened to you
You would be angry at me
And it is fitting, in a way,
You would live every minute to the fullest
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letter to a troubled friend
I’ve never been able to tell you how I feel, because you never let me. When I try to say something, and believe me, I try to do it in the most tactful way possible and I only begin to scrape the surface, you react in one of the following ways:
I almost didn’t write this letter. I’ve asked friends what I should do.
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I rememberby janet kuypers
I remember the hot tub party at the end of our junior year. Remember how I begged you to take me, because it was a date dance and not a casual party? You already had a date so you set me up with Reedy, and I thought it was just an innocent friendship set-up... Ugh, what a mess, there I was, trying to push him away from me, and then Chad came along and saved me. I have pictures of us from that night, in the hot tub together, with Tres, who won the palest-man-at-the-party award, or photos inside, with plastic lais around our necks.
Yesterday was the first day that I hadn’t cried for you. Those first two days had been so hard, I might have been fine for a half hour and then something would trigger it in my mind and I would want to cry. I thought maybe I’m getting used to the news, but today I cried again.
I don’t know how that could have been the start of one of the best friendships of my life.
You’re not supposed to die. This isn’t supposed to be happening to you. I’ve always expected to be able to visit your family after we all retire, compare photos of grandchildren. You can’t leave this hole in my life.
You said that some people feel like they are on death’s door with a T-cell count of four hundred, and some people can run marathons with a T-cell count of zero. You tell me yours is at eighty, and you feel fine. A little run-down, but that is to be expected.
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Letter on Religion
Thank you for writing to me about how you felt about your religion. You wanted a response - and I wanted to tell you the things I’m about to over the phone so you could actually hear my voice - I wanted you to know how honest, sincere and open I’m being in what I say. How much I believe in what I’m saying. We never seem to get the chance to discuss this, and when we are on the phone, it does seem a little difficult to say, “hey, let’s change the subject to our differing religious beliefs.”
Morals taught by religion and the notion of a God are not usually bad, in fact, they are often quite redeeming in society - not killing people, being monogamous, being kind to others - but those are morals, virtues, values, which by definition are not based on religion. One can learn good values, morals without a God or religion. It’s just that most people, as I see it, cannot see a consequence to being “good” unless the consequence is a God. I see consequences in doing good, for myself as well as others, and that is why I choose to be a good, kind, successful person.
Wow. There are a two things I’d like to say about that last sentence. First, it’s funny how a super-intellectual doesn’t believe in God, but apparently you can’t be a super-intellectual and believe in God (well, that’s true, but I didn’t think you’d write it). Second, you forgot my category - being a super-intellectual who doesn’t believe in God and has no emptiness in their life. I fill my own void. I am whole.
You say you can’t believe you lived as long as you did without believing these words. “Yes, it means you don’t get the credit for the things you’ve done, but at the same time, you realize the Lord has a hand in it,” you write. But God didn’t have a hand in it, Gods have been created by people throughout the ages to answer the unanswerable. People created rain gods when they didn’t understand the weather. People created gods for harvests when they didn’t know if they could sustain themselves, when they didn’t have the knowledge to harvest successfully. People created gods that reflected the stars and planets when they didn’t understand the universe beyond the world. People created a God to explain how the world began, how to live well, and what will happen after our lives end. All these gods reflected the image of man and earth. But they were all created.
“But if I’m right, wouldn’t you like to be with me in heaven?”
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How Do I Explain ItJanet KuypersI
there are so many times
& maybe that’s MY problem, not yours so forgive me
but the thing is, people keep trying to tell me
& I have been through so much
& I am beginning to think are MEANT to happen to me
& how do I explain that how do I explain it II
I mean, I know I am a writer, but it is
Describe the color blue to a blind man
How do you explain this all III
so they key here for me
& instead of my griping about it maybe I should just be happy with it IV
& when people tell me
& that answer V
& maybe when people tell me
well, maybe at times like those well, it’s just a theory
cause maybe this ride ain’t so bad
for that other side for me of all that good stuff
& you know, it occurred to me
out there like me maybe VI
a couple of days ago well, that’s just my thought on the matter but john had an answer for me
he told me that he gave me five roses because I deserved it
& those were the words he used
from other men before
because he said those words to me than the flowers maybe VII
& yeah, I could go on & on & on
I can wear high heels in front of him
& when he holds me it feels like
& yeah, maybe he carries all my stuff
& yeah, I could get angry at that VIII
but for now
‘cause I’m sick of hearing
& all that other crap IX
& maybe I am just happy that & gives me attention & that that someone cares about me
I got that attention from someone
& when you finally get to this point,
& all the references to growing grass don’t quite cut it
well, when you get to feel the way I feel
well,
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