I guess SFTU was better than staying behind in Tulsa when Rod went to Boston.
That was not a good weekend for me. My 15 year old dog died. I felt abandoned even though I suggested Rod go by himself. My self esteem, my assessment of my own attractiveness, sense of humor, and social skills were at all time lows. It was that weekend that my Dad’s death a few months before really hit me. Every happy photo posted, every mention of Boston on Twitter or Tumblr sent me into a rage-filled sadness or a sadness-filled rage.
She has a point. Many of the emails that have gone around have made my stomach sink. While I know most of it has been joking, it still makes me question whether I really want to take four days off of work to hang out with people who are impaired and looking to hook up.
1) My coworkers threw a baby shower for me two years ago. Now, a male coworker and his wife are expecting a baby in February. Males traditionally aren’t showered with baby gifts the way that females are. For me to organize a baby shower would give a nod in the direction to “Fathers are parents too”. Feminism win.
2) As one of the few women in my department, I don’t want to give the impression that I want to be their den mother and that I spent all my time thinking about babies and throwing parties and such. Feminism lose.
My mother in-law divorced Ryan’s dad when Ryan was quite young, but Ryan’s father remained in his life (he still is today). She remarried when Ryan was eight and tried to convince Ryan to ask his dad to give him up so the new husband could adopt him. Why? Because she wanted them all to have matching last names, “Like a real family.”
I’m thinking of starting up in-law horror stories. I think I already told the one where she asked me to “get out of the frame” for my wedding photos.
Aw Hells No.
You had me at “….matching last names. Like a real family”
“A lot of people WANT to help with things like the disaster in Haiti but they don’t have the money. If you get in a better position financially, you can choose to spend your money in a way that more accurately reflects your values. Open up your credit card statement. Do the things that you’ve been spending on really reflect your values? Probably not.”—Not EXACT quote, but gist of something that Michelle Singletary said in her interview on NPR today. She’s talking about things like cutting back on eating out, going to movies, buying unnecessary gifts, etc.
Sorry, but the list of questions at the bottom are pretty much indistinguishable (for me, at least) from an “Are you headed toward an affair?” questionnaire.
I don’t think this is as worrisome as you think.
Check out the questions again:
You consistently rely on a certain co-worker for pens, post-its, mints, candy and over-the-counter medication.
You share inside jokes with the same certain co-worker.
You can be completely honest with this person about his or her appearance and hygiene (and vice versa).
When something newsworthy happens at work, this particular co-worker is the first person you seek out to discuss.
At breakfast, lunch and breaks, this certain co-worker knows what you like to order and how you like your coffee (and vice versa).
Do you feel giddy in discovering you and this particular co-worker are on the same team or project?
This certain co-worker in your office knows almost as much about your personal life as your best friend or real-life spouse does.
Once it turns to flirting and such, and once you are hiding things about the relationship from your partner, you may have crossed a line. But this questionnaire expressly keeps it platonic.
I guess that’s why we’re seeing this differently.
To me, these things ARE flirting. Stuff like sharing inside jokes, wanting to run to them and share new info, being giddy together, keeping tabs on their likes/dislikes….that’s how people like me with average looks and minimal social skills get to land really cool husbands.
Surprisingly I had never seen the word before, but it is perfect. ”Look at me….I’M CARING!”
In addition to the whole bra-color extravaganza, in the last week I’ve been asked to change my Facebook status to support various other cancer causes as well as autism.
Get off your butts, people. Instead of buying a $5 latte, give the money to an organization that actually does something for the cause you claim to be a supporter of. Spend a couple hours with patients or teaching kids science so that they can find a cure one of these days.
Don’t just tell me you want me to be aware of something. Tell me what YOU are doing to help and challenge me to do the same.
Not one definite moment. Though when I closed on and moved into my house less than a month after we started dating, I had more than the passing thought of “I wonder which of our houses we’ll decide to live in if things keep going this well.”
Being with you was even more fun than being by myself. You were as funny then as you are now, and I felt that you thought I was funny too. I admired your critical thinking skills, and your “I always want to learn more” attitude was quite appealing in this world full of dumbasses. We agree on all the big stuff - meeting at church helps with things like that.
I always looked forward to seeing you, no matter if it was a traditional date type of situation or both of us staring straight ahead at the TV. I never felt I had to make small talk with you, nor did I ever feel that you were putting on a mask with me. We were just two real people with warm feelings.
Your boys were (and are) awesome people. They were mature and funny and not at all annoying like most kids out there. When I finally hammered out my feelings on the whole having-“our own”-kids thing and found out that we could be on the same page about it, I thought that getting married might not suck.
While watching TV this evening, one commercial I saw was the ASPCA commercial featuring Sarah McLachlan. It had a slideshow of sad, abused dogs and cats. I was two seconds away from crying.
In the next commercial segment, there was a commercial about poor children in Africa. They also looked sad and were in rough shape.
No emotional response at all.
Why? Surely I don’t think pets are more important than people.
I can tell you I feel the same way, and that the part of it that I can identify and articulate is that I automatically (and certainly sometimes unfairly) assume the existence of corruption and greed in matters of organizations helping people, because of the possibility of political motivation. It’s harder to come up with political reasons for helping animals.
So in short, when they show the African children I feel like they’re fucking with me.
I get that feeling too, but another difference to me is the fact that the animals are abused. That someone purposely and needlessly attacked and injured them. It doesn’t really make their situation worse, but poverty wasn’t directly inflicted upon those children in the way that the animals’ abuse was. That gets a more emotional response from me.
It’s that damned song and that’s all there is to it
Good points all around. I think each of you hit on a piece of why I feel this way - the helplessness of animals and the intentionality of the abuse. I did also wonder if the song had something to do with it. I also wondered if I just disliked the Laurie Metcalf appearance in the commercial with the African children. She just looks scared or tired or something. Thanks to you all - Now I feel just a little less soulless!