понедельник, 11 ноября 2019 г.

Life Before Boys


I was originally working on a piece titled “What I Want in a Boyfriend, Circa 1993.”
But alas, I had no boyfriend circa 1993 and therefore would have been per fiction.
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Maybe it was a good thing.  I say that now, but at the time when I was 17/18 years old, it was all I wanted.  Or all I thought that I wanted.  But not really.  Like many teens, I was ambivalent on the subject.  I wanted a boyfriend, kind of.  I wanted to be be wanted and “loved” (whatever that meant) but I didn’t want him to get in the way too much.  I didn’t want him to cramp my style or take me away from my friends, time to myself or become the giggling mass of dinginess and servitude  some of my friends at the time had become once they got boyfriends.  To me, they were a hot mess of hickeys and hormones held together with a three word phrase, “I love you” that made all their sacrifices of the mind and soul worth it.  But perhaps I am giving them too much credit.  Maybe there wasn’t that much mind and soul to to sacrifice.
I know I sound like sour grapes about it now.  But, really, maybe it was a good thing that I didn’t have a boyfriend.  I had all that time to study, work on myself, go out and have fun, and one always needs time to cry oneself to sleep.
Of course, I am exaggerating.
At one point in my formative years, I would have  loved to make out to Pearl Jam.  I thought that  “Ten” playing in the car CD player in the front seat and making out on the backseat would just be so ideal, so romantic, so deep and meaningful.  I did not date a boy who had his own car until I was 21 and he was 24.  I ended up marrying him.
It is a good thing I never fulfilled that dream of making out to “Ten.”  That album was so critical to the molding of my young self and, not to be too grandiose about it, but it did influence who I am today.  If I had made out to “Ten,”  and some boy who would have broken my heart, because seventeen year old hearts are meant to be broken, it would have forever tainted that album for me.  Track 2 I would have remembered an awkward fumbling in the dark.  By track 6 he is leaving me at a party and talking to some other girl.  By track 10 I am devastated and would begin to hate the boy and Eddie Vedder by proxie for making me remember.
And that would be a travesty.
Eddie Vedder might have been my first love.  His songs and lyrics made me think about what it would be like to be an actual person.  To be confused, angry, upset, but with hope and passion.
I remember the line from “Alive” second verse that really influenced my early views of what I thought sex was or what I thought it could be.
“Wow, she walks softly. Across a young man’s room. She said ‘I’m ready for you.’  Well, I don’t remember anything to this very day…. except the look.”
That verse showed me that a girl, no, a woman, is not just the object of affection, but can own her sexuality, but intimacy decisions on her own and she can be an actual participate, if not initiator of sex.  Mind blowing, huh?
I actually had an “Elderly Woman Behind a Counter in a Small Town” moment a few years ago.  I ran into randomly an old crush of mine.  Amazingly, as if out of a scene of my very own novel, every heartbreaking crush, every tingle he gave me with just his smile, even how he smelled filling my body and heart with such ache and longing came flooding back to me.
“I swear I recognize your breath.  Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising. Me you wouldn’t recall, for I’m not my former.. its odd when your stuck upon the shelf.  I change by not changing at all….But I just want to scream HELLO!  My God it’s been so long never dreamed you’d return but now here you are… and here I am….”
And no… even though this moment was rife with romantic tension, like before, like always and forever, it was one sided and this man will never love me.  Not like I loved him.  And perhaps it is just as well.  I no longer hold a flame for him… perhaps just a” candle of thought to light his name.”
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A man's best accessory is his kids


"They're infiltrating our world."
"They who?" I asked Sara, wondering if she had suddenly developed a sixth sense and was seeing aliens or, worse yet, dead people.
"Men."
"Men? I thought it already was a man's world -- who's world are you talking about?"
"Kat, it's 2:30 on a Wednesday and look at all the men out and about.
I looked up and down San Anselmo Avenue, where Sara and I had stopped to window-ogle and have a latte after biking out to Nicasio. She was right. No matter where we were that morning, there were men parading around in the world that generally belonged to stay-at-home-mommies. Not in suits, either, but in Lycra on bikes, in T-shirts with strollers and Labs or balancing grocery bags in one hand and a screaming toddler trying to break away from the other.
"Wow. The newly jobless, you suppose?"
"Probably. And the about-to-be divorced."
"Sara, what are you talking about?
"It's the 'Little Children' Syndrome."
"I haven't heard of that. Is it like the Peter Pan one?"
"No, like the book. Todd's the cute stay-at-home dad and none of the moms on the playground trust him except Sarah, who ends up screwing him and he almost leaves his wife for her even though his wife's a hottie and Sarah's not."
"Sara, it's a novel! It's made up."
"It doesn't make a difference. Guys mulling around with kids in the middle of the day are like cleavage on a woman. Everyone notices it, and a certain percentage of the population wants to play with it."
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" I said a little too loudly, evidently, as a few people on the sidewalk gave me a much wider berth than was called for.
But I had to wonder if Sara was onto something.
A lot of women melt at the sight of a man out with his children having daddy fun, which is always more rambunctious, messier and noisier than mommy fun. It's like emotional porn for us. We especially feel that way if we have a hubby or an ex who hasn't measured up to our vision of what "Good Dad" looks like.
"Look at that wonderful daddy who adores his kids and wants to be with them on his day off," we think. "What a lucky wife he has. She's probably out having facials and nips and tucks and spending ridiculous amounts of money on outfits she doesn't even need instead of spending a glorious day with her gorgeous, loving family. She doesn't even deserve him!"
And if he's a single dad, well, that's sexy. Most single moms I know want to date single dads because they "get" what single parenting is all about. We imagine he's more emotionally available and less self-absorbed because having kids changes you that way. So we're all ready to become Instant-Stepmom -- Poor guy, raising kids alone; he needs someone to look after him!
Can't say the same for single moms, though.
Yet if we see him every day at the typical mommy places, that's a very different thing.
There are about 159,000 stay-at-home dads. Given the current economic crisis, the number is probably increasing.
But the midweek afternoon world is a mommy's world. If women suffer discrimination in the boardroom, SAHDs suffer discrimination on the playground. Most SAHDs and dads who work from home say they're excluded from mommy activities. Women feel uneasy about having a man in the midst of their playground gatherings, where the kiddies play and the mommies mostly bitch about their hubbies' failings. Can't do that if there's a man around.
Still, if a lone dad ventures into mommyland -- and if he happens to be cute -- he'll have a gaggle of flirty moms around him in no time. That's why the hubbies don't like SAHDs either; they don't want some wanna-be "stud" hanging around their women even if they believe he's a wuss for staying home doing "women's work."

And a lot of women feel that way, too. Because we're never really sure if a man will be happy at home. On top of that, we'll be judged for not staying home and taking care of our kids.
But as a chick magnet, you just can't beat a devoted daddy cooing at his babies. Tell that to the pick-up artists!
******
Gals, do you find dads sexy?
Ever hit up on one?
Would you want your hubby to be a SAHD?
Guys, do you like being a SAHD, or would you want to be one?
Do women flirt with you when you're out with your kids?

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среда, 6 ноября 2019 г.

Muse over this

I never heard of Joan Hunter Dunn until Thursday, when she died.
It could be that no one else would have, either, were it not for a chance meeting.
And, then, as they say, the rest is history.
Dunn was a caterer in Britain's Ministry of Information when in walked poet John Betjeman (whom I'd never heard of before Thursday, either). He was so smitten with her beauty — a wholesome beauty with sparkling eyes, even features, a wide smile and a dimple in one cheek, according to the Associated Press — that he immortalized her in his most popular poem: "A Subaltern's Love Song." They were never lovers, but were lifelong friends.
"She induced in him a feeling of happiness and well being that permeates through a lot of his work," John Heald, chairman of the Betjeman Society, said. "She was certainly his muse as far as that poem was concerned — he rather liked attractive women."
The idea of a muse is an interesting one; Wombat of Kiss 'n Blog posed the question, who is my muse? not too long ago. A few of us called him to task on it, though, because he seemed like he was looking for someone to do his grunge work, or perhaps a wife. (and they're not one and the same!).
But I wondered if a muse — "a source of inspiration," according to to Merriam Webster dictionary — wouldn't make a great wife, or a husband, for that matter. Because when you think about it, shouldn't your partner be "a source of inspiration" or, as it was for Betjeman, a person who induces a feeling of "happiness and well being" (and that's very different that being responsible for your happiness and well being).
After my divorce, when I started to clarify for myself who I am and who I'd want to be with, I realized that the love I seek is one that expands me, challenges me, makes me be a better person. And now, I'll add, inspires me.
So, I thought that would be a cool thing to a put out there in the online world, and then I came upon this and this.
Sigh.
It's hard to be a muse nowadays ....
Do you want your partner to be a muse, too?
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Hey jealousy

One of my favorite songs, the Gin Blossoms' "Hey Jealousy," came on the radio the other day as I was driving around doing mommy errands.
As I sang along, it got me thinking of a conversation Sara and I had the other day.
She asked my why I still flirt even though I'm dating Sean. She wondered if I did it to "make him jealous."
That's really juvenile behavior. I flirt, he flirts because even though we're dating, we're not dead! We still look at others, we engage others — and we trust. I'm not interested in a relationship that puts artificial limits on the other. I know my own boundaries, and I trust he knows his. We'd have a much bigger problem if we didn't.
But it made me think of the jealousy I've experienced and that I've seen among my friends. I thought of what the big porn star and her new hubby told me over dinner when I asked them how they can make their marriage work — no jealousy, they said.
But, because I think way too much, I wondered: Can jealousy ever be a good thing in love?
Some people who know of such things say, yes.
I stumbled upon a post by Paul Dobransky, author of "The Secret Psychology of How We Fall in Love."
"There is a very subtle distinction about jealousy that will help you keep a relationship that's healthy and leave one that's not," he says.
Now in dating and relationships, men and women can differ in what adds what you may call passion to their jealousy.
Because of gender instinct differences, men are passionately jealous of that which can raise up their status among men: things like status symbols, leadership positions, money, and the admiration of women. Women are passionately jealous of that which can give them a feeling of belonging, being "normal" or harmonious.
Both in men and women, this kind of "jealousy" is a good kind — it indicates masculinity or femininity, and is an INSTINCT, not something that can be eradicated or pretend it isn't there.
So when we deny what we feel or what our partner feels, it creates unnecessary tension, right?
Adam Phillips, author of "Monogamy," tells Salon a similar thing, that without jealousy in a relationship, our partner can become invisible:
Oh yes. I think there's no way around sexual jealousy, nor should we be trying to find one. I think that jealousy is inextricable from passion. What may be possible, though, is to have a different internal relationship to jealousy. Or it may be possible to bear jealousy in a less vengeful way. That, I suppose, would be one of my ideals here. Not that we would cease to be jealous, but that we would be able to bear jealousy. And that would mean really being able to acknowledge that other people are independent of our desires for them. Just like we ourselves can love and desire more than one person, so can the people we love. Now, this may be too hard an ideal. But it seems to me preferable to the alternative.
I love that: "other people are independent of our desires for them. Just like we ourselves can love and desire more than one person, so can the people we love."
Think how powerful it is to understand that about ourselves and our partner. And yet, I can see how that might make many of us feel uncomfortable.
And both of them seem to include jealousy as part of passion — and isn't it often passion that seems to slowly bleed from long-term relationships? Hmm.
How do you handle jealousy?
Do you think it plays a healthy role in a relationship?
Do you accept that your partner may feel love for more than just you?
Would your partner accept that of you?
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Single, but not alone

There are two kinds of single — alone single and lonely single. The latter is something we all feel from time to time (but shouldn't make a habit of it because even our dearest friends will tire of our moaning and groaning), the former is something we need to accept (or, ideally, embrace) if we're ever going to make it solo (regardless of whether we want to be solo or not) — the quirk-alone type of single.
But misery loves company, er, well, I mean we singles can help each other by swapping stories, sharing insights and making each other laugh (well, except the females among us, evidently!)
Now, like CamperWorld or some big box store — or maybe even the Mall of America (which scares the hell out of me) — we can find it in one place.
Two really smart bloggers — Dad's House (aka David Mott) and Single Mom Seeking (the lovely and talented Rachel Sarah) — put it together, and I'm happy to be a part of it. I like reading what other single parents have to say, and Lord knows I like to dish out the advice, too (although perhaps it's a case of do as I say, not as I do).
Of course, the truth is, single parents aren't really alone; we have kids, and they fill every nook and cranny of our home, thoughts, dreams and anxieties. Even if you have 50 percent custody, it's a 100 percent job.
And, the group is on Facebook, of all places; if The Kid knew what I was up to, he might truly make me a lonely and an alone single by moving in with his dad full time. Bad enough I have to share his breathing space and the physical space of our house without invading his cyberspace, too!
Still, please mosey over to the group, and maybe join in and connect. It just feels so much less lonely that way.
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Does this relationship make me look fat?

"Kat, I need to come over right away. You home?"
"Yeah," I said to Mia, alarmed by the tone of her voice on the phone. "Are you OK?"
"Um, I, um, I'll see you in a few minutes."
I was worried, expecting her to show up in tears with bags under her eyes. Instead, she looked great in that feminine full-faced I'm-in-love way.
"What's up?"
"I need to use your scale."
"What?"
"Mine's broken."
"That's it? You came all the way over to my house to use my scale?"
She didn't answer, but I'm not even sure she heard me. She was already in my bathroom.
There was a bit of a commotion, and then she spoke. "Crap!"
"What is going on in there?" I asked her, half confused and half freaking that The Kid had left the bathroom a mess.
"I gained five pounds!" emerging from the bathroom looking slightly disheveled and clearly distressed.
"Oh for goodness sake, Mia. Everyone's gained five pounds — even me. We're post-holiday, remember?"
"No, no, no, it's not just that. Rex and I have been, well, we're struggling."
“I’m sorry, honey. Sean and I have been, too,” I said quietly in sisterly unity. Not only do women get their periods in synch, but sometimes it spills over into their love life, too. “But that’s not why we’ve both porked out.”
"Of course it is!'
"What do you mean?"
"Remember when you and Rob were breaking up and you lost all that weight?"
"Yeah," I sighed. "I felt terrible and everyone told me how great I looked. Go figure!"
“Well, that’s what’s happening now. We’ve each gained weight as an insurance policy in case our romances break up and we aren’t able to eat. It’s nature’s way of protecting us — at the same time that it's making us look hot for the next guy.”
I looked at her, slightly dumbfounded — admittedly, not my best look. But just as I was about to tell her how ridiculous she was sounding, I realized as weird as it was, she just might be on to something.
Could it be that relationships are the root of our fatness?
It's kind of a cliche that women befriend two guys — Ben and Jerry — when their love life is in the pits.
But studies say that women pack on the pounds or lose them depending on what's happening in our relationships.
We tend to look our best when we're looking for love, which is important because, like it or not, how skinny or fat we are affects a gal's marriage prospects and social mobility more than it does for a man.
But once we start dating — what with all those Frappuccino-quaffing Starbucks quickie online dating meets, trying-to-impress-you fancy restaurant dates and let's-order-Chinese-in-and-watch-a-DVD dates — we gals add about 15 pounds. Move in with your sweetie and it's more like 18 pounds. Get married and suddenly you're packing an extra 24 pounds. And, not surprisingly, if one spouse becomes obese, the other spouse is likely to get fat, too.
This is a very good reason to stay single.
Then, when we're hitched and we should be ecstatic that we're having sex whenever we want, we start getting all freaked about how fat we've become and then we don't even feel like getting it on — let alone how all that extra weight messes with blood flow.
Honestly — the promise of great sex is being wasted on heavy married people!
But just last week, researchers said that women's brains may be the reason we get so fat. Evidently, when we're faced with our favorite foods — say a Dagoba 59 percent dark semisweet chocolate bar — we just can't stop ourselves the way men can.
So, I’ve come up with a diet that is easier and cheaper than any South Beach Diet or Jenny Craig system could ever be. I’m calling it the Kat Wilder Healthy, Happy and Hot Diet because you not only will look great, but you’ll be saving yourself a lot of man trouble, too.
Do daily: Flirt, look for love
In moderation: Dating
Eliminate: Living together — it rarely leads to a successful marriage, almost half of which end up in divorce, anyway. Plus, you’ll be saving all those pounds.
Now, if it’s too late because you’re already married, you have two options — start having lots of sex, which burns off about 53 calories if you can make it last a half an hour, or get a divorce.
And if you do get a divorce, please make it soon — there are going to be a lot of skinny gals out there looking for love.
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Is the date cooking or cooked?

There are a few things we gals have learned about men — whether by observation and experience or osmosis from other women or media. We know most men don't get women's obsession with shopping, shoes and fashion, our ability to cry over seemingly nothing, our gossiping, or our need to talk about "the relationship" (or maybe even our need to talk, period!) So smart women keep those sorts of things in check around men.
But I've wondered if there are some things we gals do that send messages to men to which we're oblivious.
Not too long ago, a friend made dinner for a man with whom she'd gone on two lunch dates (he paid for both). Then he didn't call. 
OK, granted, he might have just not been into her. But I wondered about the dinner.
"Do you think cooking dinner was too intimate too soon?" I asked her.
"It was a quick, thrown-together meal and I was heading out after, anyway. Plus," she shot back, annoyed, "women sleep with men on the third date!"
She had a point. But as I told her, "That's different because men always want to sleep with women."
At the time that I asked her that, I didn't realize that I actually had an opinion about it, but I guess I do. That's because I think cooking for someone is a very intimate thing, an expression of love (for lovers, friends and family) — much more than throwing together a few ingredients and making it look pretty on the plate.
I'm not the only one.
When former New York Times food columnist Amanda Hesser met Tad Friend, a writer for the New Yorker (whom she later married), she struggled with the implications of cooking for him the first time, as detailed in her book, "Cooking for Mr. Latte: A Food Lover’s Courtship, with Recipes":
“First meals are intimate ... It’s an entry into the way you think, what you’ve seen and know, the way you treat others, how you perceive pleasure. Dinner guests can see by how you compose a dinner if you are an ungenerous hothead or a nurturer, stingy or clever, fussy or stylish.”
But maybe that's just how we romantic foodies think about it. Maybe it's just in Ms. Hesser's head and mine.
Does making dinner for someone need a three (or four- or five-)-date rule?
Are there other things women do that may send messages to men that we women don't "get"?
Are there things men do that may send messages to women that men don't "get"?
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