are into the whole "I'm doing it naturally in a home bath with a
midwife and no pain killers" are loopy and should go back to the 19th
century where women died of childbirth and people had major operations
without anaesthesia. But I'm also scared of caesareans and epidurals
and all that crap too. No one is injecting stuff into my spine, ffs!
2. Breastfeeding in public can be so vile when the woman has no idea
how to be discreet. I love it when women do it with a beautifully
draped white blanket over their breast. So classic. But it's mentally
scarring to see a woman unbutton her shirt and fuss around with saggy
tits hanging out everywhere. Bleh.
3. I did that non-validated "What kind of weirdo are you?" personality
disorder test from over on deemacgee's blog. I'm glad to say that I
rated low on most items except for "avoidant" and "dependent". I was
moderate for both of those. So I both avoid and depend on people? I
spose so. I avoid the work colleagues and I depend on Hubby. It all
fits.
4. Speaking of deemacgee's blog, I skipped with a skipping rope
yesterday too! I hadn't done it in years. Man, am I glad I was wearing
a sports bra. That particular problem never seemed to be an issue when
playing skipping games at school.
5. I have met two people recently with PhDs and both are amongst the
most unbearably geeky people I've ever met. Don't get me wrong – a
certain type of geekiness is attractive. However, some geeks seem to
have high levels of some rather irritating aspects of geekiness and I
really don't find that attractive. Although I think it's almost
mandatory for a PhD to be a geek in some aspects, I just hope I'm not
that irritating type of geek. (Gawd – that made no sense at all).
6. Am I being discriminatory against geeks if I say that I'd never,
ever marry one? Hubby is as non-geeky as they come. Have I forsaken my
own kind? I don't mind being friends with geeks, but geeks are not my
type. I need a blokey man who gets things done and who doesn't try to
out-think me.
7. One of my pet peeves (apart from people who screw up their faces in
the disgust when faced with foods they've never tried before because
it's too "spicy" or "exotic" for them) are people who speak in
fake-sounding, high-pitched voices with multiple exclamation marks
after each phrase.
As in "Hello!!! Hi!! How are you?!!! It's so nice to see you!!!!!"
It makes me scream on the inside.
8. I cannot stand being cornered by parents who corner me solely to
talk incessantly about how their child is some super-intelligent,
freak-of-nature because they can read and write and some ridiculously
young age, while taking trumpet lessons and advanced Indonesian
language classes. There are no children in my family - therefore, I
have nothing to add to the conversation. How is one supposed to
respond to these comments?
9. On the same topic, why is it that everyone these days thinks their
child is so special and gifted when the kid is just sitting in the
corner, picking his nose or vomiting on her shoes? What's wrong with
saying you have a perfectly ordinary kid with a few oddities – just
like everyone else?
10. I really miss Big Brother Uncut. Damn them, those prudish people
who made complaints against an MA15+ rated show on Channel 10 in the
same timeslot that you can see naked Japanese lesbian sex scenes on
SBS! Why is one show deemed art while the other is judged smut? Both
are legitimate forms of entertainment if you ask me.
6 comments:
1. I agree. Leeches, anyone?
2. Boobytime is natural and beautiful, as long as it's not squirty-messy.
3. You're still healthier than I.
4. Yay synchronicity!
5. I read this thing on geeks, nerds and dorks, and it seems you'd need to be at least partially geeky to be (have?) a PhD.
6. To quote Paula Abdul and that animated feline from her video clip: opposites attract. I am, of course, assuming you are the opposite of a "bloke", which entails more than just a difference of gender.
7. Oh, agreed. And they have a habit of coming closer with each sentence... it gets to the point where I just want them OUT of my AURA and DOUSED with ACID. The phrase that REALLY gets me, though, is "Have a *great* day!", where you can hear the asterisks (asterii?). No, thanks, I won't now. Pass the acid?
8. Change the subject: "Oh, that's nice. You obviously have super-great (!) genes; have you considered donating your ovaries and testicles to medical research?"
9. Hey, it takes very good (or very bad) aim to successfully vomit on your shoes. Speaking of strange kids, check out this freak.
10. Because one lives under the guise of fiction. The other, sad to say, is too much a reflection of "reality" - though I don't know anyone so boorish and... and... blonde! as this year's contestants.
I've got to say, I can now get Bella on the boob in public with minimal nipple flashage. You'd have to be really up close and personal to see anything. I did do the draping a muslin over everything at first, but it got too much of a faff.
Sometimes the kid just has to eat, and the alternative to whacking out the boob is an inconsolably howling kid. And my kid can be earsplitting LOL.
Oh, and thinking your kid is special and gifted, it's a validation of yourself and nothing to do with the kid at all! My kid is gifted at undoing velcro, and very backwards with crawling. I need the validation that she can do something other babies her age can't, because she can't do something else that they can. That's my take on it anyway.
RE: 1 - that needle won't scare you after you've been screaming your head off for a couple of hours...guarantee!
RE 9 - Tell me about it. I'm a developmental specialist with an autistic child. I had the pleasure of hearing all of my collegues rattle off their child's developmental milestones while my child was missing hers. That sucked.
RE 8 - you respond by saying "excuse me, can I freshen your drink"?
I guess I was trying to make up for being so young and all that, so I got suckered into the all natural thing first go around in childbirth. OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Second go round, I had my epidural paperwork all filled out and ready to go, but they didn't get it to me in time (the labor was 7.5 hours long... they were just being slack), so OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! again.
I like being around lots of different kinds of people, but I like a blokey man too. Hubby's the total opposite of me, lol!
I'm all for a geek man. Alex is a geek, but please don't think that geek means "wimpy" or something. He actually did martial arts for several years, and I've heard from his friends details on exactly WHY you don't piss off that man. Sweet to me? Yes. Indulgent to me? Absolutely. But when the man puts his foot down, he puts it down. I like the geek part, though, because it means we have so many interests in common!
The comment about the special children made me crack up because of the blogpost I just made. Foilwoman always says that if you aren't telling folks that your child is the most fantabulous creature to ever grace this earth, there's something wrong with YOU, not the child. I tend to agree. It's not cool when a parent tries to show their child is something that he or she is not, but bragging to the world how amazing the child is--no matter on what level--is natural. Nobody's truly average because everybody has some quirk or cool feature that makes 'em different from the rest. That's what a parent should concentrate on. It helps us feel that our children are so amazing that we are lucky to have them so that when they ARE picking their nose or vomiting across our sheets, we remember that it's worth it!
Epidurals are not so bad. They're better than the pain. C sections aren't bad either. They are awful on the recovery, but the end product is worth it. Note: I had two of each. The first one was an emergency C section, and if I had been given time to think about it I'd have been terrified. However, I was thrown into the OR so fast that I didn't have time to do much soul searching on having a major surgery done on me. The second time, it didn't bother me because I knew how it wasn't so bad the first time.
I believe that breastfeeding in public is acceptable, and I did just that. But I did it with a blanket over my chest the whole time. Nobody should HAVE to see the boobie except the baby, and any woman worth her salt masters that skill within the first few weeks (when you're usually at home anyway). I whipped it on out at home, but in public a blanket is essential.
1. Hmmm. Me too...
2. I think if it were more common, and women felt more comfortable, no-one would bat an eyelid. I believe women who do it as some sort of protest or to make a point are in the vast minority... most are just normal mums doing a very natural thing. :)
3. Jezzy are you my wife's evil twin?!!?
4. It's harder than it looks, huh?
5. I have 3 close freinds with Phd's ( in Physics and Chemistry ), and I can honestly say, you would NEVER pick them. You could not neet more down to earth, ungeeky, pleasant people.
6. Geeks who are geeks for geek's sake I have little time for. I kinda like people who are 95% normal... but have an inner geek they supress. It's a joy discovering it!
7. Does it??!!!!!?? Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllyy???!?!!!?!!!?? :P
8. *shudder* yes... I usually return fire with some long winded anecdote about my cat. They generally get bored quickly and move on...
9. I love it when at the precise moment they are telling you that, the kid in question is sitting on the floor with a plastic bucket on his head, banging it with a wooden spoon.
10. The arbitrary nature of Ten's censorship is baffling. Still... Ten's very existance is equally baffling...
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