https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0040613/
Posted on 01/03/2022 11:46:20 AM PST by C19fan
had wanted, I thought, soapstone counters and a farmhouse sink. I had wanted an island and a breakfast nook and two narrow, vertical cabinets on either side of the stove; one could be for cutting boards and one could be for baking sheets. I followed a cabinetry company called Plain English on Instagram and screenshotted its pantries, which came in paint colors like Kipper and Boiled Egg. Plain English cost a fortune, but around a corner in the back of its New York showroom you could check out the budget version, called British Standard. But it cost a fortune too. I wished there was a budget British Standard. I wished there was a room behind that room, the cabinets getting flimsier and flimsier until a door opened and let me back into my own shitty American kitchen, just as it was.
My husband talked to the architect; my husband talked to the builder. And I kept paring the plans down, down, making them cheaper, making them simpler. I nixed the island and found a stainless-steel worktable at a restaurant-supply store online for $299. I started fantasizing about replacing the counters with two-by-fours on sawhorses and hanging the pots from nails on the wall. Slowly, I realized, I didn’t want this kitchen. Slowly, I realized, I didn’t want this life.
I didn’t want to renovate. I wanted to get divorced.
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what?
Her weird rant or my running with wolves joke?
She used an awful lot of words to self justify.
It was tedious and I got absolutely nothing from it.
Crazy eyes.
Lot’s of words; short version: self-absorption is a good way to ruin your life, as well as mess up the lives of those who would otherwise care about you.
“If my wife divorces me, I’m going to buy a sailboat and put my money overseas.”
I thought about that, then I realized the fishing boat I wanted to buy wouldn’t fit in the berth. I decided to keep the wife and it was a good choice. 30+ years later, she still won’t let me buy the fishing boat. Instead I can go fishing as often as I like. In 2018 I went twice and fished at the lake a few times. In 2019 I went once. Caught my limits on Red Snapper and Shark. Haven’t gone since. Think my wife knew something.
The Solipsism and self absorption is off the freaking charts.
Detonate the family and somehow you are supposed to be lauded?
Imagine if a dude wrote this and how he detonated his family? Do you think it would get the same soft glove treatment?
I used to run with the wolves-now I nap with the cats!
Vacuous does not even begin to describe this? This is what is going through her pointy head instead of raising her children.
See you next Tuesday.
Man jaw.
You nailed it. Leftists and “progressives” truly are a perverse, miserable, vacuous lot, aren’t they? Bored, infantile and immensely envious of those who are content. Most of them are willing to engage in the grossest and most destructive behaviors to “find” themselves. But sadly, in most cases there’s nothing to find, just a big, gaping hole in their souls lined with hatred of all that’s good and decent, constructive and time-tested. I truly despise fake women like this narcissistic bitch. Ugh.
Ya know something, as a former residential contractor I second your opinion.
Man, when it comes to my kitchen, my wife and I use the hell out of it. Nothing fancy, but designed and built by me for serious cooking without having to fuss about keeping things looking shiny and new like in a magazine.
“And now finally my own winnowed, older body, which still feels foreign to me. I had been a house for my family, and now I was empty.”
Mid life crisis. She’s revolting against aging. She wants to be free again before she becomes sexually unattractive. Not complicated.
That was pretty much exactly the backstory of the '70s sitcom One Day at a Time. Married woman (played by Bonnie Franklin) decides one day that marriage isn't for her. No reason given, no explanation, she had "just chosen to be single."
This caused some tension between she and her ex-husband (played occasionally by Joseph Campanella); the angst was blamed on him as being a neanderthal male bumpkin who wasn't in tune with the times.
As far as feeling entitled to any kind of explanation, he was welcome to just go pound sand. The fact that he had any expectations whatsoever of such a thing was evidence of his atavistic phallocentric participation in the dominant male patriarchy, and therefore completely without merit.
Guilty. Inside and out.
Although... I see her attitude around a LOT. This is why things fall apart.
Took me three tries to get it right, but in the end I did. My current wife of ten years rolling doesn't give a crap about "stuff" or "finding" herself. She knows what's important in life and she knows exactly who she is. She treats me like the king I am, and I treat her like the queen she is. Real simple.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0040613/
I, I, I, me, me, me, my, my, my, etc. egocentrism to the max.
A senior editor at the Atlantic. Her writing reminds me of soapstone countertops and farmhouse sinks. Trendy and ubiquitous.
Me, I’m in home improvement as a necessary adjunct to the flipping of residential property, it’s no substitute for the husband and children I’m still looking forward to. As for moving from PA to Brooklyn — turn around, Honor, you’re going the wrong way.
The author's "friend" posted her little essay on twitter, and it is being savaged. No one is stepping up to defend her. But yes, if it were a guy it would be worse.
Of course, instead of destroying inanimate objects, she destroyed her family.
It's not just a meme: A few guys put pictures of themselves and their new wives or girlfriends on their alimony checks sent to their ex-wives:
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/422281194125892/
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