When the FlyLady Tried to Squash Me

December 23, 2016 blog, journalism 10 comments
Fly Lady

FlyLady

Our current Age of Misinformation is distressing to anyone who values the truth. It seems now that if you dare stand up to our president-elect and his version of the truth, you risk having your reputation buried in a mudslide of lies and recrimination. I know this insidious treatment first hand, not from Trump, but from someone who calls herself the FlyLady.

In 2006 I got an assignment from Fortune Small Business Magazine to write about a woman in North Carolina who, using FlyLady as her title, dispenses advice on tidy housekeeping. Her name has nothing to do with her housekeeping (I hope), but was the handle she chose when she first started contributing comments to a housekeeping website.  Next to clutter busting, her favorite activity

Marla Cilley, FlyLady

Marla Cilley, FlyLady

was fly fishing. Hence, the name.

She merited a magazine story because she had built a small empire from the books she had written (one on clutter, one on weight loss) and from sales of the housekeeping implements she featured on her own FlyLady.net website. The editor was interested in how she had built up a following of nearly half a million subscribers, who were also customers for her products.

I actually traveled to Brevard, N.C., to interview her and to tour her warehouse. Then I wrote what I thought was a pretty good story. Not only was it well written, but it was quite complimentary of her ability to build a thriving business after attracting what had grown to be a huge army of faithful followers. She had done that through very personal methods, such as sending individual emails to people who needed daily reminders to tidy up.

I thought she’d be pleased with the story and especially with the national exposure in a respectable business magazine. But to my horror, I soon learned that she had turned all her minions against me because she objected to the headline (which I had not written): “Nagging for Dollars.” In mass emails to her subscribers, she whined that I had libeled her with a word she found insulting: nag.

I don’t know if she ever actually ordered her army of messy housewives to tarnish my name. I suspect it was more like what King Henry II said about Thomas Becket, the Archbishop of Canterbury: “Who will rid me of this troublesome priest?” I’m sure Henry never meant for one of his loyalists to murder Becket. But anyway . . .

The magazine’s website was flooded with critical comments related to my article. One woman railed, “This is the worst example of journalism I have ever read!” Another called my efforts “yellow journalism.” Any reader who might have wanted to comment on the story itself was lost in a sea of vitriol churned out by angry housewives who all fumed about my utter incompetence.

As it turned out, FlyLady’s followers had no impact on my writing career. But now when I see what some people will do to prove their loyalty to a president-elect or cult leader, even if it means trashing the reputation of an innocent person, I just think, “Been there . . . a decade ago with the FlyLady!”

 

The Turkey Report

November 24, 2016 blog, travel, Turkey No comments
Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Today is Thanksgiving but my report is not about turkey, the gigantic roasted poultry that will weigh down most American dinner tables today. Responding to popular demand (well, two people—both of them related to me), I am today introducing what I hope will become a regular posting on my blog, an update on the situation in the country of Turkey.

This Middle Eastern nation has been a focus of my life since I was a child. When I was about 12 years old, I found a book at the public library, and for reasons I don’t quite understand I felt compelled to read it. It was “Portrait of a Turkish Family,” by Irfan Orga. Published in 1950, it was the author’s memoir of a time of radical change, when the old order of the Ottoman Empire was collapsing to make way for the bold new Republic of Turkey.portraitturkfamily

My growing fascination with Turkey further compelled me to study Turkish throughout college, to get a master’s degree in Near Eastern Languages & Civilizations from the University of Chicago, to live in Istanbul for more than a year, and subsequently to visit my “home away from home” on numerous occasions. In fact, I celebrated Thanksgiving Day, 2015, in Istanbul.

img_2142Turkey is once again undergoing profound changes that not only affect its citizens, but also people like me, who fear that enjoyable sojourns in that beautiful and fascinating country are no longer possible. On Thanksgiving Day, 2016, I’m thankful for the many extraordinary experiences I once enjoyed in Turkey, yet I’m in mourning because I fear that such carefree adventures are no longer possible for Americans—at least, not until the political situation changes.

Unfortunately, Americans are one of several scapegoats used by Turkey’s president, Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, to distract the citizens of Turkey from the disasters he himself creates. The economy is on the brink of collapse, tourism is practically nonexistent, the free press has disappeared as the government has taken control of all media, the parliamentary system is a sham as legislators are indiscriminately arrested, and the social order has collapsed as people live in fear and paranoia while thousands of their friends and neighbors are fired from their jobs or thrown in jail.erdogan

To add insult to injury, the Turkish Parliament came up with a plan to make room in Turkey’s overcrowded jails for the thousands of “traitors” still being regularly arrested long since the July 15 coup attempt, by offering a general amnesty to all child rapists currently incarcerated. Just to show that these rapists were not getting a “get out of jail free” card, the lawmakers stipulated that the rapists would be required to protect the honor of their child victims by marrying them! After uproar inside and outside the country, Erdoğan nixed the plan. He has a better idea: reinstate the death penalty. Then he can simply kill all the “traitors.”

Erdoğan came to power 11 years ago and enjoyed several years of success as he restored the country’s economy and stability. Turkey was undeniably a stronghold of democracy in the turbulent Middle East. However, a statement Erdoğan made at the time proved prescient. “Democracy is like a train: when you reach your destination you get off.”img_1865

Erdoğan has reached his destination, supreme power, and the train of democracy is left rusting on the tracks. However, because nearly all the media in Turkey is controlled by Erdoğan’s government, the population receives the news only that Erdoğan is a defender of democracy and that the perpetrators of the attempted coup [often claimed by the government to be the CIA or Americans in general] were intent on destroying that blessed democracy. He even fed that line recently to 60 Minutes’ Steve Kroft, without a challenge.

Recently some Turkish friends were discussing with me the likely fate of Erdoğan. He would fail, they surmised, only if the economy failed. Currently, the economy is being propped up by the government’s confiscation of assets of the people Erdoğan is having arrested and the businesses and organizations that he is shuttering.

It’s a house of cards, for sure. Won’t the people of Turkey–after being fed the pablum of fake, pro-government news–be surprised when Erdoğan’s leaky ship of state sinks? I already know one thing for sure: When that time comes he will blame everyone but himself.

My Explorer Returns to Istanbul

August 25, 2016 blog, travel No comments
Istanbul Old City

Istanbul Old City

My daughter has returned to her teaching job in Istanbul. She signed a two-year contract and completed her first year of teaching English literature and writing to Turkish teenagers at a private school. Then she made plans to come home to Portland for a two-month summer holiday.

On the night she planned to leave, she was making final preparations before wheeling her suitcase down the street to meet a friend, who would share a cab to Ataturk Airport with

Ataturk Airport attack

Ataturk Airport attack

her, when she saw a news flash: Istanbul’s airport was under attack by terrorists. The airport was promptly shut down and she wasn’t able to leave the country for another three days.

I had breathed sighs of relief after several previous terrorist attacks in Istanbul that she had been lucky enough to avoid. But the attack on the airport, on the same evening that she had planned to go there, was a little too close for comfort. For the first time I felt real fear for her safety. When she finally arrived at the Portland airport, I couldn’t stop hugging her.

Still, she planned to return after her vacation. And I never gave up on my plan of going to live with her, at least for a month or two, in an attempt to finally reach fluency in Turkish after my years of study. She had even requested a larger apartment for the next school year, just to accommodate me.

And then . . . July 15 happened. A military coup shook Turkey. When I heard the first reports I thought that President Erdoğan had pushed the country too far with his despotic

After the Coup

After the Coup

version of democracy. When Erdoğan began arresting thousands, that was bad enough, but when he claimed that the United States was the real enemy, I suddenly didn’t want my daughter to fulfill her contract.

To me, it seemed too dangerous for a young American woman to wander among crowds of people incited by the leader they blindly follow. If one of them identified her as an American, ergo, the enemy, all manner of terrible scenarios might arise.

By early August, I was comfortable with the fact that my daughter would not return to Turkey. She had even interviewed for a new job in Portland.

And then . . . August 6 happened. That was the date of the annual reunion of alumni of Portland State University’s Middle East Studies Center. That’s where I had studied Turkish as an undergrad, before being encouraged by the director of the center to continue with graduate studies at the University of Chicago. PSU’s Middle East Studies Center was where other students had studied Arabic and were recruited after graduation by the CIA, the NSA, and the State Department. That’s where hundreds of students had had their horizons expanded and for careers chose work that drew upon their knowledge of the world and its cultures.

Meriwether came along to the reunion and ended up talking to a number of

Meriwether Lewis

Meriwether Lewis

people who had survived war zones, natural disasters, the hardships and remoteness of travel to the far ends of the earth. Suddenly, the slim possibility that one of her neighbors in Istanbul might lash out at her because of her nationality seemed like a small problem.

By that evening she had made her decision: she would return and fulfill her contract. And suddenly my maternal fears were replaced by pride. I did, after all, name her after an intrepid explorer. And now I see that she is living up to her name.

 

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