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The Rules Of Socializing With The Opposite Sex
The Women We Want Vs The Women We Sleep With
Why Black Women Should Give White Guys A Chance
The Dating Scams We Have All Pulled
We literally wrote our own rules. I kept my last name. And, now, in our post-modern partnership, my neat-freak Wusband does every last dish. When the kids come, yes, of course I’ll coach soccer.
I mean, really, could she be serious? I thought it was a pretty brilliant article, because I didn’t believe she was. If she is, sweet jesus, could anybody be that dumb? that delusional? The mind boggles.
I think that takes us out of the astonishing and into the very very sad. Or scary. I’m gonna go see what feedback she got on her site. I’m hoping it will cheer me up, or at least help me get this uncontrollable sobbing to let up a little.
I’ve never gotten the big deal with people making a fuss over the connotations a word carries anyway. All the connotations you associate with a word are literally only in your own head. To me, the association I have with the word wife is married woman. That’s it.
Well OKAY! The AncientMariner has refound his will to live.
Over on Lemondrop, with the exception of a really funny post from some guy who thinks that Carrie Sloan is a radical feminist who’s threatening western civilization, she’s getting a very rough ride from her readers for being a narcissistic nitwit living in the 50s. “Get over yourself” was one of the gentler messages that kept repeating.
I was hoping to find at least one person congratulating her for an hilarious sendup, but I guess I was the only reader who thought that. I think you have to admit, if she hadn’t been serious, it was a pretty funny article.