Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time.
2) Listening to music gets you IN TUNE, baby. Arguing that listening to music is more escapist than choosing materialistic chintz for your home and garden is just bonkers. What has glassware got to do with the real world?
This message has been edited by englishdude on Apr 27, 2012 9:30 AM
I think Appy is anything but a stepford wife. I know her persona here is just a PART of her, but given that that part exists at all, anywhere, can you imagine her as the demure and deferential spouse?
Not. Bloody. Likely.
I do think a healthy vigilance over your own materialism is required living in the USA. I'm amazed at how programmed it is into me. Like, if I get the mail and see a cooking stuff catelogue, sit down and start flipping through - by the time I stand up there's five things I can't believe I'm living without.
If the Mermaid gets the mail and throws the catalogues away before I ever see them, I never feel I've missed a thing.
I find that incredible, and instructive. It must be actively managed.
I'm sort of envious Appy can chose a nice glasses for her home.
I have two kids and B so they get broken all the time (yes I'm blaming them). If we go out to dinner and they give Liv a plastic cup you better believe that thing is coming home with us. I have a cabinet of mismatched glasses and cups from restaurants, benefits, and beer gigs.
We are the generation where advertising really hit its stride in terms of targeting and messaging. Us and everything after. The stuff on Tweens and how they've been manipulated is amazing and scary in a 'gosh I'm impressed that some folks figured out that that's possible, but holy shit that's possible!" kinda way.
Obviously the stuff works. So one is lying to themselves if they say that they are completely unaffected without trying to be so.
Appy can't help that she wants those god-awful wreaths. We've been telling her she needs one for 30 years!
I had a nice career and now this is what I do. I enjoyed both and am proud of both. If you would havetold me 10 years ago, this would be my life I wouldnt believe it, but Iam unapologetic. I have a lovely life and enjoy it and don't miss my other life one bit!
Seriously - if the Mermaid called me right now and said, "I just got a job making more than you, and you don't have to work any more. Come home and raise the kids!" my ass would be out the door so fast!
I would LOVE to do that. And I'd be as good as Appy at it too.
There is nothing I would love more than to do laundry, garden and change diapers. I don't hate my job, but I'd rather be working for myself and my family 100% of the time. The fact that I've had this and other jobs would serve my own ego need to say "I WAS MORE THAN A CONTENDENDA!!" once.
It was NOT the life for me. I was a SAHM for 3 years. The first year was great! I organized closets, threw out a lot of crap, deep cleaned everything.
2nd year, couldn't get motivated to do any large projects, basically did laundry, vacuumed, stuff like that.
Year three, dropped the kids off at school, and crawled back into bed. Read a ton of books. Went to the gym just to get out of the house. Got really sick and couldn't even leave my bedroom. Sick for months, cured. Bored. Unhappy. Went to couples therapy.
WORK! YAY for WORK! Yay for getting paid! Yay for using my brains! Yay for working for a caompany that lets me leave early to take my kid to Taikwondo and soccer and swim team! Yay for husband who now chips in on the chores!
Kool is our alpha male. He is our Air Supply and our REO Speedwagon.