I probably would not be writing this if I did not have a case of cabin fever which has me wishing I had an SUV instead of a toy car. But maybe I’d be a bigger jerk if none of the stuff I am about to go on about bothered me.
You could dismiss what I am about to share with you thinking that I spend too much time online, but twenty years ago you’d be accusing me of too much time at the teacher’s lounge, or too much time by the coffee machine, or at the bar, or wherever the hell it was people talked about things before the internet.
First one: The recycled topic of can your yoga teacher be your friend. How about your Urologist? Can he be your friend? How about Monsignor? Or the janitor? It is okay to wonder if you are 20 and about to start your interactions with other professionals, other adults, bosses, patients, and bus drivers. Otherwise it is navel gazing at its worst. Yes you can be friends with someone who shows you what to do, knows more than you do, and you exchange currency with. Is it easy? No. Is it smoother for both sides if it is respectful laid back acquaintance and not soul buddies? You betcha. Should a blog entry tell you how to handle it? That’s what I thought.
Second one: This one will surely tell you I have not had a proper meal today yet. The very wonderful Peg Mulqueen asks a question that comes along every now and then into my periphery. She asks on FB in better and less abbreviated language why men in positions of leadership are less bitchy and mean to women, and why women do not support but instead compete for the leftovers of the leadership. I will explain this in two ways, both of them mean and snarky because this one is a trigger for me. Lets say you give all your Michael Kors, Tory Burch and Kate Spade hand me downs to your housekeeper, in quantities she can even share with her friends and neighbors. But, you tsk tsk when you see two minimum wage people fighting for those bags at the thrift store or at Marshall’s. Yes you are not any less generous and open hearted, but it is not cool to judge the ladies whose only option of having what they want is competing at the thrift store. OR, or. you are cute/hot/or an awesome bass player and know all the cool bands. You are always on the list at the clubs and share that access generously with both friends and strangers. But, you look down at the girls groveling at the entrance for a chance to be let in. My very confused point here is- That men are always in the position of being those two, of having plenty of power and leadership even if they don’t care for it or want it. It is easy to be generous and not bitchy when you do not lack. I am not saying it is justified to be a nasty bitch, but please don’t say you don’t understand why that happens. time for a hashtag #proudfeminstwithloadsofbookshelvesfullofthisshit. Also, I’m 3 years away from 60, so I have heard women wonder about this a lot.
Last one: Amazon want’s your opinion about a new series called Down Dog. It is just awfully offensive, and unfortunately in some key parts spot on. So if you have amazon prime, you can go ahead and look to see what from now on your non-yogi friends and neighbors will think you do if this gets green lighted. If you live in California you are doubly screwed.