Saffron: But we've been wed. Aren't we to become one flesh? Mal: Well, no, uh... We're still two fleshes here, and I think that your flesh ought to sleep somewhere else.

'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


§ ita § - Jan 02, 2007 10:22:19 am PST #9388 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

My friend who is a pre-school teacher said if she has a student who doesn't, at some point in his first few months of school, cry a bit a being left by mom or dad, she wonders about attachment

Can you expound? Needless to say, I did not cry, but rather told my parents to hurry out the door.

it was a lovely example of how to be particularly shitty around the holidays.

Arrogant and dismissive, oh yeah.


DavidS - Jan 02, 2007 10:23:48 am PST #9389 of 10007
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Can you expound? Needless to say, I did not cry, but rather told my parents to hurry out the door.

Apparently you're a replicant. "I'll tell you about my mother..."


Liese S. - Jan 02, 2007 10:24:53 am PST #9390 of 10007
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Me too, then. I didn't cry. But it wasn't the first time I'd been away from the folks, and I'd seen my older sister going away to school for yonks, and I wanted to go too, already!


Cashmere - Jan 02, 2007 10:27:03 am PST #9391 of 10007
Now tagless for your comfort.

I didn't cry but my twin sister was in my class so I wasn't technically separated from my family.

I did, however, bawl like a baby when we were separated our freshman year of college.


Amy - Jan 02, 2007 10:27:28 am PST #9392 of 10007
Because books.

I was so excited to get to kindergarten. There's a picture of me in my little plaid dress on the first day, just beaming.

That said, I did go to preschool before that, and while I don't remember crying at drop-off, I might have. I do clearly remember finding my mom behind the two-way mirror during one of her visits (it was a college-run preschool for the grad students). That was fun. It felt a bit like discovering the professor behind the Great and Poweful Oz's curtain.


Topic!Cindy - Jan 02, 2007 10:27:40 am PST #9393 of 10007
What is even happening?

Can you expound? Needless to say, I did not cry, but rather told my parents to hurry out the door.

I can't, not much. I can asspull, though.

Had you been left with sitters or the like, a lot? She was very much talking about kids who hadn't been with sitters much, hadn't been to daycare -- kids for whom school was the first big step on their own.

She didn't say it meant there was no attachment, just that she'd wonder about it. Her big point was at some point, they all cry. Not always on the first day -- sometimes it takes a while.


tommyrot - Jan 02, 2007 10:30:05 am PST #9394 of 10007
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Her big point was at some point, they all cry. Not always on the first day -- sometimes it takes a while.

Sometimes they don't cry until they're in their 30s and living in LA.


§ ita § - Jan 02, 2007 10:31:16 am PST #9395 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Ah, yeah. We had a lady who lived with us and looked after me during the day when my parents were at work. Also, I wasn't particularly attached to them.


shrift - Jan 02, 2007 10:31:29 am PST #9396 of 10007
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

shrift, have you read the latest f_w explosion about those people who were deeply obnoxious during a HP gift exchange?

Yeah, I was plowing my way through that last night when I really should have been in bed!


Laga - Jan 02, 2007 10:33:17 am PST #9397 of 10007
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

Going way back to an earlier discussion (so sue me for sleeping late) my ex gf who complained loudest and longest about how fat she was was by far the skinniest girl I have ever dated. I would much rather enjoy the company of a zaftig girl who knows she's beautiful than a skinny girl who thinks she's fat.