A year or so ago you advised me to let my daughter know that Santa isn't real. I didn't have the guts to do so at the time, but I set a deadline for myself: if she didn't figure it out by her 13th birthday. She turns 13 on Sunday. I questioned her while watching the Macy's parade on Thanksgiving. She still believes. Wish me luck.
She can't believe. That's ridiculous. Surely she has friends. She is toying with you, leading you on, giggling with her friends about her dorky daddy (or mommy). I really hope this is the case, because if it isn't, you are guilty of some bad child rearing here, IMO. You have raised an alarmingly naive child. If she doesn't know Santa's not real, what else doesn't she know? Is she aware there are mean people in the world? That sex causes babies?
There is always the chance you are trolling me yourself, but a greater chance she is trolling you.
Third possibility: This is sort of a fantasy. She knows, of course, she knows, but is embracing the fantasy in her house alone to the point that in her house alone, it is Real. It is an implied covenant between her and her parents: She is trying to hold on to innocence and childlike wonder, knowing it is not real but pretending so hard that it is real that it remains a palpable, benign lie. It would explain why her friends have never disabused her of this silliness: She doesn't discuss Santa with them, because they are part of the Outside World, where Santa doesn't exist.
If I have not gotten you too angry, please report back after Christmas. This fascinates me. And if you are trolling us, let me know too.
This is a very worthy thing to do. But let's be honest. Your pet will not be grateful. Your pet will, likely, be miserable s/he has to go to the vet and miserable that s/he will be poked and prodded.
This is in reference to my call for dog and cat blood donors for the clinic my daughter works in. Many people responded, and I am grateful. The best part is that they responded selflessly, because I neglected to mention the benefits to you: Free initial diagnostic bloodwork, free yearly wellness exams by a vet, a year supply of heartworm meds, and 40 pounds of pet food. So now you know!
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And sure, it's a hassle for you pet, but very much in his/her best interests.
"Christmas is not about Jesus. It's about people being seasonally happy." I suspect that you genuinely believe this, but that you also a little bit relish reiterating that fact because you know it drives Christians crazy when you say things like that. True or completely off-base?
Actually, I meant no hostility at all. I was talking about ME -- why I don't think it's a problem to wish a Jew a Merry Christmas. I celebrate Christman, just not religiously.
I say the opposite: you're a mature adult with eduation. If you can't find a more eloquent and respectful way to express yourself than the F-bomb, go back to middle school. We're better than that.
I disagree. I think you are being absolutist about language, where absolutism is not appropriate. The f-bomb can really help expression, sometimes. Example: Many standup routines are a lot funnier when that word is used intelligently and strategically well. I agree it should not be overused. But as smart seasoning, it can work well.
You sound like a prude, a churl, and a scold.
The column was called "Say What?"
Ah, yes. Thank you. I liked this column, mostly because it exposed me as a dork. AND a hyporcrite: I am forever lecturing people about proper pronunciation.
Apparently not! See previous!
"Chuckled"? - nope. I'm currently reading Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm to my daughter (she brought it home from the library and I figure, 'why not?' What a mistake - it's terrible.) Anyway, a term used frequently throughout the book in place of "said" is "ejaculated" - e.g. "Rebecca, where have you been?" Aunt Miranda ejaculated. I've lost count of how many times this is used. Please, please give me a 'chuckled' or two.
Thank you. I am laughing.
A male co-worker had a very lovely wife. My boss asked him, in a leering voice, "How's your wife?" The co-worker responded in an equally leering voice, "Fine! How's your daughter?" The discussion went on to other topics.
I believe Barack Obama is the best President our country has ever had since Bill Clinton.
I dunno, Gene. I think that IM seems...unworthy of you. You're in a professional workplace, dealing with a colleague, and she's apparently mostly right about something, and it would seem from context that you're not acknowledging that. Things have somehow escalated to the point where she's angry at you. So you decide to smooth over the awkwardness instantly by asking her to....? In jest, of course. I'm thinking that apologizing would have worked really well here, instead. That also would have relieved P the P of the responsibility to drop her anger, stat, and show you, instantly, that she was a really good sport, and one of the dudes. Which is really what your joke required her to do, on the spot. I'm glad she reacted well, but that was really asking more of her than responding to an apology.
I am glad you asked about this. By way of review, Pat the Perfect was mad at me. She was right. She was wildly demonstrative in chewing me out. We were good friends. It was awkward. I couldn't get a word in edgewise. She left deliberately not letting me get a word in edgewise. She returns to her desk to find this message: "I suppose a b--- j-- is out of the question?"
Why is this funny? Because it spokes volumes. It had an eloquent subtext she would have understood: What had just happened, in the scheme of things was funny and not important. We are fast friends, bound by many things -- mutual respect, etc. -- but most important, by a sense of humor. We just had a serious but ultimately meaningless disagreement; nothing important has changed. How do you say all that? By making fun of the situation in the lexicon we most respect. And humor is edgy.
I admit, absolutely, that this could have been disastrous absent the fact that we were already friends who cared about each other.