The Invisible Woman

There is nothing like a recent high school graduate, who decides to forego traveling Europe and spend their summer on philanthropic pursuits to make you hate yourself for the superficial slob that you are.

Thanks Anita, for saving the world and killing my buzz. If anyone will make you sober up and think about the big picture, it’ll be her.

Of course, I am being sarcastic. But the kid is just determined to be one of those people who make you say “What am I doing with my life?” And if there were a cause that collected dirty diapers or had, say…a floor-mopping/short-order-cook-a-thon, I would be on it like white on rice. So far, all I see are 3-day walk-a-thons. And while I would love to step out the door and just keep putting on foot in front of the other for days, it just doesn’t seem reasonable to make a 10-month old mix her own formula.

Well, enough about my own personal limitations. Let’s get back to that all-too-inspirational sibling of mine. Her cause is Invisible Children, perhaps you’ve heard of them? Her fundraiser is this amazing mural project where people buy a tile and paint it for $10 (not only is she altruistic, I think she is modest—I would have charged $20. But I digress.) Then she will take all of the painted tiles and put them together to create a giant mural, which creates a surprise image. There are color requirements for the tiles, so when it comes to together, I should make the image. There have been murmurs of doubt, but I know Anita and if she says it will work, it will work. Cool, huh?

She couldn’t just have a bake sale or wash cars. No, she is going to make a goddamned masterpiece! She kills me, she is so damned creative and good.

So, the least I can do is let you know. My big mouth finally has something to shout about that is not totally self-absorbed and self-centered. What a relief! If you are interested in supporting these do-gooders, check out their website: paintinvisiblecolor.com

Please send her your support, if possible—because if it weren’t for people like my sister, Anita, I couldn’t just write checks to assuage my guilt and forget about the global mess we live in.