Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Wow, what a lot of passion. Wish it didn’t look so familiar to me. Found this write-up by Glenn Sacks, at Mens News Daily, which I’ll just go ahead and quote in full:
The website www.exrants.com has some interesting…well, rants from people about their exes. This one–Being Single Sucks and So Do Men–caught my eye:
Wanna know what blows? Being single.
More specifically, being a 32 (almost 33) year old divorcee (typing that word makes me want to vomit only slightly less than when I say it), single mom with NO prospects sucks.
As I lay here alone, aside from Peter and Phoebe (the beginnings of my soon to be cat lady collection), now is a good time to remember all of the GOOD things about being single.
In no specific order:
1. I can actually get some decent sleep at night. My ex used to snore so loudly that almost nightly I thought about killing him in his sleep. I’m not even kidding. I used to fantasize about smothering him with his pillow. Yes, it might be a little dramatic, but sleep deprivation at 2 a.m. does crazy things to a woman. Now I want to kill him all of the time 😉
2. No more copious amounts of body hair in the shower.
3. I get Tuesday & Thursday evenings and every other weekend off.
4. I can eat cereal for dinner and don’t hear the bitching that went a little something like this, “If it’s not meat, it’s not dinner”…
Ah, f*** this list. Who am I kidding? Being single sucks.
So what was really the problem in the relationship? A few possibilities:
1) He was (sigh) a man who worked no more hours than his wife did but still expected her to cook and clean.
2) He worked substantially more hours than his wife did (as is often the case), and thus expected her to do more cooking and cleaning than him.
3) Their house was messy and it didn’t bother him but it bothered her a lot. Thus where he saw no issue, she continually saw a crisis. She often asked him, “This house is a disaster–what are we going to do about it?” and he didn’t see a problem.
4) She is temperamental and emotionally immature (witness “almost nightly I thought about killing him in his sleep”).
Or some combination of the four above. Do readers have other possibilities to add to the list?
Definitely, #4. Maybe some combination of other things, but #4 certainly weighs in. This is not a healthy individual. So much bitching. So little definition to the bitching. He likes meat, leaves body hair in the shower, and in bed he…what, exactly? Exists? Takes up space? Breathes?
I’ve seen this a few times. Single mom, or bachelorette, is in her thirties and is preparing for a cat-filled life of spinsterhood.
I think this is an unfair burden we put on girls. We show them from birth how incredibly adorable they are, they get their ring of BFF’s in middle- and high-school, and upon reaching adulthood they’re convinced they can get along with anyone.
As grown-ups of both sexes know, it just isn’t that simple. Everyone can’t get along with everyone else. We studs get hit in the pocketbook real hard, and this anesthetizes us from the secondary lesson: We thought we could get along with someone, and we couldn’t. The same thing is happening to the women, but it comes as a much more bitter blow to them; some never recover. Seems to me that’s exactly what we’re looking at here.
I’m left wondering what a Dad should say to his son about this — the single gal who has all these reserves of bitterness, for men, and can’t explain why and might not know why. It’s not just a one-in-a-million problem here and there; it’s an epidemic. I might know a thing or two about that…
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“I’m left wondering what a Dad should say to his son about this —”
Don’t know about “this” but when it comes to “her” the dad should say, “FLEE!”
- vanderleun | 08/03/2008 @ 20:13Son, here are my copies of the complete works of William Shakespeare, and here are Aesop’s Fables.
- CaptDMO | 08/04/2008 @ 18:05