Oh, and if you are lucky enough to access a ‘housewife’, you and your four entitled other male siblings will all have a pressed uniforms, rosaries at the ready. (Thanks, Sandy. This explains so much about the dirt-bath that is the head of Steven Bannon.)
Some people are extremely good and happy at managing households and tiny people. These people deserve our respect and compensation for their effort.
People like Bannon and my own entitled Da think they are entitled to a “housewife” and tend to use the word as a inanimate noun. (What I think of this viewpoint is unprintable.)
Blessings upon those who love and value what they do.
Being lucky enough to have a mother for my children, the Lady of the House, a brilliant chef, a delightful companion is not an entitlement, it is a reward, a glittering prize as it were.
A fact that a lot of men and women are recognizing. A second income is wonderful, a wife and mother is priceless.
Pilot Precision V5 pens have had me utterly spoiled ever since I first used one a few years ago. I hoard them so I won’t ever run out. I’m out of town right now, and I had to find an office supply store to buy some when 2 of the 3 I had with me ran dry.
The issues Barry Schwartz raised in THE PARADOX OF CHOICE two decades ago are more relevant than ever: He talked about the quandary of choosing among dozens of mustard varieties in a supermarket aisle, but now innumerable varieties—of everything, not only mustard!—are available to nearly everyone at the touch of a button. No wonder we spend hours doing online research for meaningless, minor purchases and still feel as though we picked wrong. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10639.The_Paradox_of_Choice
Steve Bannon was saying that he grew up in an era where a single paycheck from a working class man was enough to provide for a large family and private school. I don’t know any women who are *thrilled* that they *have* to work and don’t have the option of staying home with their kids.
"I’m always amazed when I have had a bad week and at the end of it I think, well, thank goodness that’s over! As if the end of the week was a real boundary, and that badness would be contained within it and a fresh, spanking week would begin with a promise of goodness, glossy and new."
I didn't expect this after the beach towel conundrum. I keep thinking that I have thought deeply on every conceivable topic (including my own arrogance), and then someone comes along and points out something that I've taken as an unexamined given, and I think, "Huh. Hadn't thought of that. Moreover, sneakily profound."
So I've now thought deeply on every conceivable topic, including the strange human need to mark artificial boundaries in time to allow us to maintain the illusion that things can start over again.
Even at 71, I prefer color! I refuse to fall to the fallacy that Elders should be meek, wear dark clothes, and shuffle around! I have a world of experiences in me and I know what I like! I know enough, with clothing, not to mix stripes with plaids (THAT makes ME dizzy..,) solids go with solids; and mix patterns with solids….plaid blouse with jeans…you get it. MY beach towel is a Christmas gift from my brother, it’s colorful and the subject on the towel is STAR WARS! This is a tease because my brother knows, I am an original, September 1967, TREKIE! But I do like it…color! So don’t stress about stuff like this…just go and have fun! I cannot even afford a micro-fiber towel!!
I loved being pregnant in the 1990s because my choice of clothing was so limited. There were a handful of stores to shop in, and a smaller handful of items I liked and that fit. So, I identify. (PS. Microfiber = microplastic. How about a cotton towel?)
This was so relatable! I keep opening the website of a popular yoga mat manufacturer and laboring over which mat towel to purchase. The absurdity of struggling over which towel I'm going to sweat on doesn't escape me, but it hasn't stopped me. I think I need to close my eyes and click.
I wish you a lovely time in Greece and much success with your book. Thanks to you and the many writers who help preserve my sanity in this insane world!
I understand perfectly. I recently moved to an apartment and had to buy a lamp for the living room. It's been two months of shopping for one and still lamp-less. I am looking for something that is "just right" Yes, I know. Goldilocks syndrome.
The Catholic school Bannon attended was Benedictine, a boys military Catholic high school. Bring your military dress uniform, rifle, and rosary.
Oh, and if you are lucky enough to access a ‘housewife’, you and your four entitled other male siblings will all have a pressed uniforms, rosaries at the ready. (Thanks, Sandy. This explains so much about the dirt-bath that is the head of Steven Bannon.)
I grew up in the 60s with a stay-at-home Mum.
I was happy to be a "housewife" and raised two fine men.
It's a choice. Just like your beach towel.
Some people are extremely good and happy at managing households and tiny people. These people deserve our respect and compensation for their effort.
People like Bannon and my own entitled Da think they are entitled to a “housewife” and tend to use the word as a inanimate noun. (What I think of this viewpoint is unprintable.)
Blessings upon those who love and value what they do.
Being lucky enough to have a mother for my children, the Lady of the House, a brilliant chef, a delightful companion is not an entitlement, it is a reward, a glittering prize as it were.
A fact that a lot of men and women are recognizing. A second income is wonderful, a wife and mother is priceless.
Pilot Precision V5 pens have had me utterly spoiled ever since I first used one a few years ago. I hoard them so I won’t ever run out. I’m out of town right now, and I had to find an office supply store to buy some when 2 of the 3 I had with me ran dry.
I feel so seen.
The issues Barry Schwartz raised in THE PARADOX OF CHOICE two decades ago are more relevant than ever: He talked about the quandary of choosing among dozens of mustard varieties in a supermarket aisle, but now innumerable varieties—of everything, not only mustard!—are available to nearly everyone at the touch of a button. No wonder we spend hours doing online research for meaningless, minor purchases and still feel as though we picked wrong. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10639.The_Paradox_of_Choice
Pilot Precision V5 pens RULE!
Enjoy the writer's retreat and good luck with the book manuscript. I can't wait to read the finished product.
Steve Bannon was saying that he grew up in an era where a single paycheck from a working class man was enough to provide for a large family and private school. I don’t know any women who are *thrilled* that they *have* to work and don’t have the option of staying home with their kids.
Susan, I give you all the encouragement...write on. I cannot wait to read your book!
"I’m always amazed when I have had a bad week and at the end of it I think, well, thank goodness that’s over! As if the end of the week was a real boundary, and that badness would be contained within it and a fresh, spanking week would begin with a promise of goodness, glossy and new."
I didn't expect this after the beach towel conundrum. I keep thinking that I have thought deeply on every conceivable topic (including my own arrogance), and then someone comes along and points out something that I've taken as an unexamined given, and I think, "Huh. Hadn't thought of that. Moreover, sneakily profound."
So I've now thought deeply on every conceivable topic, including the strange human need to mark artificial boundaries in time to allow us to maintain the illusion that things can start over again.
Even at 71, I prefer color! I refuse to fall to the fallacy that Elders should be meek, wear dark clothes, and shuffle around! I have a world of experiences in me and I know what I like! I know enough, with clothing, not to mix stripes with plaids (THAT makes ME dizzy..,) solids go with solids; and mix patterns with solids….plaid blouse with jeans…you get it. MY beach towel is a Christmas gift from my brother, it’s colorful and the subject on the towel is STAR WARS! This is a tease because my brother knows, I am an original, September 1967, TREKIE! But I do like it…color! So don’t stress about stuff like this…just go and have fun! I cannot even afford a micro-fiber towel!!
The search for perfection, followed by cognitive dissonance!
Thanks for sharing your musings!!
I loved being pregnant in the 1990s because my choice of clothing was so limited. There were a handful of stores to shop in, and a smaller handful of items I liked and that fit. So, I identify. (PS. Microfiber = microplastic. How about a cotton towel?)
This was so relatable! I keep opening the website of a popular yoga mat manufacturer and laboring over which mat towel to purchase. The absurdity of struggling over which towel I'm going to sweat on doesn't escape me, but it hasn't stopped me. I think I need to close my eyes and click.
I wish you a lovely time in Greece and much success with your book. Thanks to you and the many writers who help preserve my sanity in this insane world!
I understand perfectly. I recently moved to an apartment and had to buy a lamp for the living room. It's been two months of shopping for one and still lamp-less. I am looking for something that is "just right" Yes, I know. Goldilocks syndrome.