I'd like to offer a big "YOU DON'T KNOW MY LYYYFE" to the commentator expressing his deep concern over the use of "over the counter tranquilizers, aka alcohol, by parents to take the edge off a hard day."
I'd like to offer a big "YOU DON'T KNOW MY LYYYFE" to the commentator expressing his deep concern over the use of "over the counter tranquilizers, aka alcohol, by parents to take the edge off a hard day."
I saw that too. Like working and parenting isn't enough I'm pretty sure anyone with a 90 minute commute each way deserves a glass of wine.
I would like to use the word "artisinal" in a sentence because it sounds so sophisticated and is usually used to describe something that I like, such as cheese. But it turns out that the word is just four syllables to explain how you paid more for something that it is worth.
Post by water*drop on Oct 28, 2014 14:40:37 GMT -5
One day, I hope that my biggest challenge in life will be that my husband didn't get around to making me a locally-sourced organic completely-from-scratch meal for dinner because he was too busy taking care of my child and dropping off the laundry and going grocery shopping.
Post by imojoebunny on Oct 28, 2014 15:28:00 GMT -5
1. You guys made beer come out of my nose (it's 4:30 here, so time for my evening cocktail, a reward, since I cleaned a toilet today. Go me!)
2. The article made me wish I had a family member other than me who would eat Quinoa and veggies.
3. I love my DH whose expectations for me beyond parenting are low. He is thrilled when I exceed them (can't wait to see the smile on his face when he sees the clean toilet).
Post by teatimefor2 on Oct 28, 2014 15:35:00 GMT -5
All I have to say is wow. As a SAHP, if DH ever walked in and complained about his dinner options, he'd be on the couch. And every meal requires at least 30 meals --- ha!
I wonder where she ranks on the breezey scale?! I'm going with not breezey!
Yes! Where do you think our dinner comes from 90% of the time? We're proud of ourselves if we manage to throw jarred pasta sauce, pasta, and chicken together.
Apparently she thinks it's still the 1950s only now guys have on the aprons & high heels too. What a bitch. I don't start dinner until H walks in the door...if that's after 6, we order out or eat something prepared. There are a million issues I take with this woman.
Post by Velar Fricative on Oct 28, 2014 16:33:05 GMT -5
Don't mind me liking a zillion posts.
WTF kind of Brooklyn is she living in where she can't order takeout or delivery? There are 80 billion pizzerias alone in Brooklyn. Surely at least one serves organic kale quinoa pizza.
FFS. This is so contrived. How about you think about your spouse as a human being who maybe is having a hard day.
This is why people are so confused about what feminism is. Feminism means equal rights and opportunities, equal pay for equal work. Your husband making you dinner is not feminism. Decide what works in your house, leave feminism out of it.
That annoyed me to no end. The NYT has made it a habit to profile the most insufferable, least sympathetic people ever.
Most definitely. I still remember the story about the couple who live "steps" from Central Park. But cry that their place is too small and the rent is too high. Um, yeah, it's Central Park, that's prime real estate.
anyway, this woman sounds like an ass. Any man or woman who acts like this about dinner to their SAH spouse is a jerk, no need to invoke the word "feminism." Isn't she embarrassed to have this out in the world now? I would be.
Perhaps by some people’s accounts I am a feminist success story. I have a full-time professorship and am juggling multiple writing projects while my husband, a musician and songwriter, stays home with our baby boy. My husband supports my academic and creative career, usually drops off the laundry, and often does the grocery shopping. I am on campus three days a week, and on the days that I am home he watches our son while I head to the local coffee shop for a couple hours of uninterrupted work.
In the afternoons, I take Rocco on walks around our Brooklyn neighborhood while my husband works on his own projects. Sometimes there is a late afternoon family outing to the park or a museum, sometimes not. By dinner we reconvene, and I often cook, something I enjoy. Even as I wish I had many more hours in the day that I could fill with research and writing and going to the gym, I also feel as if I have enough time with my family, enough for my work and, well, almost enough for me.
Okay I powered through reading "little Rocco" twelve hundred times. I pretty much hate this lady. And at the risk of engaging in the martyr olympics, this sounds downright leisurely and in stark contrast with our lives of two parents working fairly inflexible strict 9-5 jobs.
I want to punch her in the face. Of course, that could be the million hours of overtime I've been working. Or it could be because she's a whiny tool. Hard to say, really.
FFS. This is so contrived. How about you think about your spouse as a human being who maybe is having a hard day.
This is why people are so confused about what feminism is. Feminism means equal rights and opportunities, equal pay for equal work. Your husband making you dinner is not feminism. Decide what works in your house, leave feminism out of it.
This was my thought the entire time. She's very confused about what feminism really is.
And please lady, eat a fucking microwaveable meal and stfu. That's what real people do.
Is it bad that I sincerely hope that little Rocco grows up, moves to Nebraska, marries a SAHM, votes Republican, and never touches quinoa again, just to annoy his totally insufferable mother?