Oh my Jesus, JZ.
Fred, that's an excellent point. Not that I think it was meant in that sense, but it's a good reminder of places where it's good to be more exact in our language.
...And while I was writing that post my little sister called and started telling me about things she bought at a sex shop last night. NOT LISTENING.
Bwah, commemorative plate! That is brlliant.
~ma to the Buffista parents and Buffistas that stress over their health and well being.
Yay for itty bitty heartbeats.
Belated happys for the anniversaries of Kristin & ND and Aimée & MM. With wishes for much happiness to come.
What is happening with Billytea and the Wallybee? I missed something good.
Car~ma and Job~ma where needed.
Yay Emmett! I’m looking forward to being able to say I knew him when.
My mother won’t even read email unless step-dad prints it out, so unlikely to ever encounter her on line. She has never had a negative comment about my life choices, and really she could have made plenty! I’m blessed. I hope I can be as accepting and supportive as she has been when the boys become adults.
Drink lots of fluids, vw. And feel better.
P-C, the real estate market is a lot trickier now than it was for decades. Be careful. If I had rent that sweet I wouldn’t be in a rush. That said, real estate been verry good to me.
Well, I said I was going to catch up. Now I gotta work.
Happy Birthday, Deena!!!!
JZ's commemorative plate just made my heart burst. How incredibly sweet and supportive and, yeah...awkward.
On the telling vs. dishonesty point:
I just got off the phone with a client talking about how disclosing everything all the time can be more about inviting people to share your negative self image than it is about doing something honorable or for the other person.
The question was: is it 'slimy' to not disclose guilt feelings about something that was inherently not guilt-worthy.
Answer in the form of a question: How is the sharing of those feelings going to make up for what you think you did wrong?
I love my work.
Bev, so good to read the news. Phew!
My mom has come a long way. From having no warning at all about getting a period and no discussion ever anytime about The Sex, to assisting when I had my first child and talking about the "wet jock" contest at the resort where she and step-dad were staying. Still, no commemorative plate. I think I love JZ's mom.
Okay, maybe this is male cluelessness coming out.
I can see that at least one parent needs to know when a daughter's periods start. At the very least, daughter will need those feminine products that are so often advertised with flowing dresses, rainbows, and sunsets.
But why would a parent consider it a cause for celebration? Is it celebration of a dividing line between "girl" and "woman"?
Is it celebration of a dividing line between "girl" and "woman"?
This. For some mothers. I for one, do not forsee myself throwing Emeline a Period Party or distributing anything but the feminine products of her choice.