We went to Michigan for the holidays. My family is outside of Detroit - in Royal Oak and Saline. Besides the obvious joyful benefit of visiting family - I don't to see on their home turf very often - we ate amazing food, had a white christmas (yay!) and took it easy. It is difficult to leave the farm, I hired three people to keep an eye on things - one took the dog, one cared for the horses, and one housesat the chickens, cats and guinea pigs.
I love visiting Michigan because houses like mine are EVERYWHERE. Not so in the Seattle area. And speaking of my house: Oh man oh man oh man you have to see what I have been up to. Next post.
But first, because I have not been on here in a while...I will do a bit of venting action. Because that is what drives visitation to a blog. Complaining! (I am totally joking here, it is not advised to be negative...but I am nothing if not contrary!)
1. I have a beautiful 17 year old daughter. It is endlessly unmercifully disgusting to me when men older than I ogle her. And when I say ogle, I mean leer and hit on her. I want to walk up and say something about their daughters and granddaughters, would they like a man approaching their child the way they are approaching Rose?
2. I am 48. I am not in high school. Women, this is a lecture for you. If your husband/boyfriend/date is hitting on another woman in front of your face, you need to get pissed at the man involved. Not the woman. If your man has children with other women and that bothers you, you need to get mad at him for lying and seducing other women, not the other mothers. (This is what I saw when I was a social worker--women physically fighting in front of their kids because they had children by the same man.) If you don't have the chutzpah to stand up for yourself and tell off your man you need therapy or not to date for a while.... and definitely try not to have kids. Oh, and you need to have the confidence to realize your partner talking to a female in a crowded room is not a threat to your relationship. If it is, the above applies again.
I have said this before, and I am sure this is not my last discussion of this topic. The story: I went out with friends to hear a great blues band. Knew two of the women there, both had new boyfriends. Immediately one of the boyfriends began a very outgoing, animated, flirty conversation with me, while I answered to both members of the couple, wanting to include his girlfriend, because it was uncomfortable. I started talking to the women across the table and ignoring him. For the record, the couple was tipsy, and this being Washington state, maybe a bit stoned. Not sure on that, but there was some sort of inebriation going on. The woman withdrew more and more, and eventually made out with her man AT THE DINNER TABLE, and then looked over at me. When she was on the dance floor, she would look over at me and then grope her man. Blech. Meanwhile, he is trying to catch my eye. Point one is she is dating a dog of a man. Point two is by the end of the eve she couldn't even make eye contact or talk to me.
See? I feel much better now. That stuff happens and it is so frustrating. Oh and this for the men. If you talk a single woman when your wife or partner is not present... you are not getting away with anything, We are not swooning over you, whether you have a potbelly or abs, age 20 -70. I personally would never in a kajillion years, freezing hell conditions, melted polar icecaps, zombie apocalypse, have anything to do with an attached man. That is not really a trust-builder, not the sort of thing to build a solid relationship on.
I am serious, I am printing up a t-shirt that says:
Yes, I am friendly. I am SO NOT FLIRTING with you.
I speak the same way to men, women,
and small mammals.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
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3 comments:
One of the benefits of getting old is that if people have no manners, you are fine with getting up and leaving. Or as my Mother said to me when I was a teenager, Be sure you always have enough money with you to get home by yourself.
I could feel how uncomfortable you must have felt. In my day, everyone knew their place in socializing.
I hate stuff like that! Pointless, unnecessary, stupid drama. What to do? If I stay home all the time, then I risk becoming a hermit. If I go out, then this kind of junk happens and I go home anyway. Grrr. I feel for you because I have been there too. (I'm only 2 years younger than you are.)
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