Unless you are living under a rock, by now you know about the ice bucket challenge set forth by the ALS Association (ALSA). But since I am often a rock dweller myself, I will bring you up to date. Cool people are chilling their brains to raise awareness for amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), the lethal neurodegenerative disorder also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease. The original idea was that when the gauntlet was thrown down in the ice bucket challenge, the person being challenged either needed to give $100 to ALSA or dump ice water on his or her head. Most people seem to be opting to both donate and get soaked, posting the videos on social media. My teen opted to accept the ice bucket challenge, give $20.00 to ALSA and challenge three friends.
My news feeds on Facebook and Twitter have been filled with friends, celebrities and political figures joining together to dump ice water over their heads to support ALS research. In my opinion, the ice bucket challenge has been a welcome distraction from the awful and sad events of world and local news. Americans have had some summer FUN for a good cause. BUT, of-course, there are always the wet blankets.
FUN? We, the American people, are allowed to have fun? Guiltless fun? What about the less fortunate, downtrodden people trudging for water, or people doing without water? Shouldn’t we be wringing our hands at the water waste?
No. This challenge isn’t about those people or those countries. This challenge is about WE, THE AMERICAN PEOPLE laughing, having FUN, and giving the gift of a donation to a cause that matters to us.
HOW COULD YOU let your kid waste 17 gallons of water while people in other countries don’t have enough enough water to drink and the West Coast is in the middle of a drought.
Chill. I realize, and I bet so do most other Americans, that water is not plentiful in other parts of the world, and even in some places in America you can only water your lawn once a week. So shall we send those that are without our buckets of ice water? This guilt trip is as old as the return address labels some charities still send you to guilt you into sending them a $5.00 donation. And what about all those half-empty PLASTIC water bottles, glasses of unfinished water, beautiful green lawns and swimming pools…shall we send them those too? HUH? That doesn’t make any sense at all, does it?
What about the other charities? ALSA is stealing our contributions!
Really? If this is true, the Super Bowl and World Series should end in a tie and everyone should go home a winner. ALSA is playing the giving game better this time around, and if I were running a fundraising campaign I wouldn’t be whining—I’d be watching. While I couldn’t re-create this campaign, I do know it’s not the last good idea out there.
Some people feel pressured, pushed and shamed into accepting the challenge—even bullied by the ice bucket challenge
Come on—not really, right? Water-bullied??
Fine. I’m sorry for my insensitivity. OK, I can help with an appropriate response: “Thank so much for honoring me by choosing me as your ice water dueling partner. It sounds like so much fun, but I’m really not into dumping ice water on my head. Let me think about a donation while I laugh at your video.”If your friends push it beyond that point, throw some ice cubes at them. Better yet, stop being a leaky faucet and go ahead and accept the duel; just add your own twist…ice-cold Stoli vodka over ice down the hatch, perhaps? (I’m sorry I called you a leaky faucet. Really.)
My conscious is clean (as far as water goes). I offer my full support to the ice bucket duelers! My message to the wet blanket crowd is that you don’t have to be doused with a bucket of ice water to be a good sport, support ALS, laugh a little and have some fun with the rest of us wet heads. Wait—wet heads? We’ll catch our death of cold and then you’ll be sorry. Right?
Odd Loves Company,
Cole dueled with Lily. I love my son, but sometimes I wish I had a girl. This clever girl.
* OK, fine. I did match Cole’s ALS donation by donating to this water charity because it showed me something new and heartfelt. I’m not a monster, you know.