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What ita said. Thank you, ita. You said very eloquently what I've trying to articulate in my head since the discussion started.
Nora, the universe needs to checkity-check itself, I am saying. Sorry you had a crap day, too! KR came over and I vented and raged and nearly cried at one point. And we did start a project, so that's good. And planned another.
I've no dog in the conversation, but that's not out of disinterest, but because I've not the brain space, it being finals week and all.
And, ironically, I have a total First World Problem re: Christmas.
Last year, Em got the AG dolls Kit and Ruthie (1934). Each of them has a bed. For her birthday, she got Molly (1944) from her godparents. I have it on good authority that Em will be getting Caroline (1812) for Christmas from my mother. My question is do I buy two beds and give them both to her for Christmas? If I do, I can make four sets of bedding and give those as gifts. I am also going to be making a metric ass load of doll clothes for her dolls, as well. Or do I wait until after the holidays?
The funny thing is, Joe and I were totally going to get her Josefina (1824, New Mexico) because her collection was quite ... Caucasian. But we decided against it because there was a threshold we didn't want to cross with too many dolls. Of course that was before she got Molly, so that ship has now sailed. Anyway ...
Buy beds and make bedding or not and wait til after the holidays?
Also, I think my mother is trying to make-up for her own lack-of-dolls from when she was a girl with Em. Which I am totally ok with because the dang dolls are too spendy for me, yo.
Hmm, 4 AG beds is a lot of beds to house. That would be my only concern.
I say, tell her in those days, folks shared beds. And let the dolls double up. But what do I know, I'm just a guy who never had dolls.
this is my One True bite guard. No boil, no "fitting", just wash out of the box and stick in mouth. Small and light they don't obstruct breathing (or drinking water) and only once has one half slipped from btwn my back teeth and prompted a dream of chewing on something weird. Sure, I chew through them periodically (and sometimes the younger cat gets to it and noms on the delicious mintyness of something that's been regulary soaked in a post-toothpaste mouth) but that's ok because they aren't insanely expensive.
eta: and I love these for travel.
Iirc, Josefina lived at Golondrinas. I took Ellie there a few years ago and it was really cool. I think Josefina is beautiful but Elle doesn't really like dolls. Anyway,I agree with Burrell; 4 beds is a lot of space.
I don't know how to explain the exhaustion and general psychological ache of trying not to be overwhelmed by other people's default assumptions of what and how you are when you just want to be you
The first comparison that popped into mind might be the default assumptions associated in peoples minds of what you are if you are a woman. This exhaustion and psychological ache being much more profound in other cultures than our own, yet still existing here as well.
I don't know how to explain the exhaustion and general psychological ache of trying not to be overwhelmed by other people's default assumptions of what and how you are when you just want to be you
Wow. Well said, ita. Very evocative and clear. Thank you.
I don't know how to explain the exhaustion and general psychological ache of trying not to be overwhelmed by other people's default assumptions of what and how you are when you just want to be you
This.
but most other people are white/straight/sexual/cis/American/Christian/dominant and the disregard for your individuality is like an undertow that's pulling you out further and further from shore.
And with this one, it's not even just Christian people. I once had a rather bizarre conversation with an atheist, where he was insisting that I should celebrate Christmas. After questioning him about it a little bit, I figured out that his justification for why he can celebrate Christmas is "It's a totally secular holiday, not Christian at all, so if I celebrate it, I'm not doing anything remotely related to Christianity," and the fact that I didn't celebrate it specifically because of its connection to Christianity was screwing with his worldview.