I've given the chapters in my sciencey book randomly hip hop names. "Me and Chuck D" is about the Elevator Incident.
Sure Shot is the piece I'm working on about Yauch, cancer, and alternawoo medicine. Which is getting unwieldy.
'Never Leave Me'
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.
I've given the chapters in my sciencey book randomly hip hop names. "Me and Chuck D" is about the Elevator Incident.
Sure Shot is the piece I'm working on about Yauch, cancer, and alternawoo medicine. Which is getting unwieldy.
awesome either way NO JUDGING I SWEAR
I sometimes have to pull this out with friends, because I can't stand not to ask. Luckily, I haven't stumbled across infertility I didn't know about (yet). But I do know it's wrong!
I'll bring it up in casual conversation "you guys think kids are in your future?" because I think it's part of getting to know someone. But I pay real good attention to the kind of answer I get, and I do not push for more.
It can be a strange thing, conversation and the getting to know people, deepening friendships, etc. I've been thinking a lot about this lately, because I find myself, so often, at the end of an evening or time spent with a "friend" wondering why they spend time with me when they don't ask me a. single. question. They just do all of the talking and never ask for my opinion or about my experience or anything.
I miss going to diners and talking for hours where the conversation actually has *two* parts to it and the other person is genuinely interested in what the other has to say.
Anyway, all of that is to say that sometimes people aren't trying to be rude or incredibly nosy. They're just trying to get to know you better and are interested in your life and experience.
ETA: That was way more about my current personal feelings about friendship in general, and missing some really key people in my life who've moved away in the last few years. Didn't mean to dismiss the intense rudeness that can be people who insist on interrogating uterus activity.
Most of my issues revolve around the fact that I'm not Tina Fey.
Most of mine revolve around the fact that I didn't have M.F.K. Fisher's life, minus the husband dying of a horrible disease.
I once got everything together but I forgot where I put it. (I'm here all week. Try the veal.)
Oh, I want to be Miss Marple too. I guess it's my goal for when I am old.
I think I mostly feel bad about the fact that I'm not a good employee. Even with not being able to visit LJ and DW and b.org on the work computer, I spend a lot of time fucking around at work. On the other hand, I get shit done. So.
I want to be Trixie Belden. ETA: Or perhaps Hercule Poirot.
They just do all of the talking and never ask for my opinion or about my experience or anything.
... oh, wait, that's not me, right, because I definitely recall you telling me some stories the last time we went out. Whew!
OTOH, I tend to assume people are reserved if they don't volunteer, and then I spend my energy filling the silence, because you know me, I can talk to a rock. (They said that about me in law school: "You know Consuela? She can have a conversation with a rock." It's not entirely a compliment, I suspect... *grins*)
... which, I just realized, I made the post All About Me. Way to go! oy.
One aspect of my having children is, I took one for the team. My sister is off the hook! I also got married for the team (as in, had an actual wedding; the choice to marry was mine, but if we hadn't had to think of family, we would have done it in an office.) I am counting on these sacrifices absolving me of dealing with my mother when she gets to need dealing with. Well, that and the consistently living 10+ hours away.
Why do you hate America?
That was my French half talking?
How a mix of female empowerment and steamy soap operas helped bring down Brazil’s fertility rate and stoke its vibrant economy.
The Brazilian fertility rate is 1.9.
That new Brazilian fertility rate is below the level at which a population replaces itself. It is lower than the two-children-per-woman fertility rate in the United States. In the largest nation in Latin America—a 191-million-person country where the Roman Catholic Church dominates, abortion is illegal (except in rare cases), and no official government policy has ever promoted birth control—family size has dropped so sharply and so insistently over the past five decades that the fertility rate graph looks like a playground slide.
Longish, interesting article.