Showing posts with label Etiquette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Etiquette. Show all posts

Monday, March 18, 2013

A Slacker* Looks At 40 (From 46) - Honey, Where Are The Kids?

This post was orignially featured by my good friends at STUDIO 30 PLUS - but just in case you missed it...
 


About three months before I turned forty, I went out to lunch with a group of coworkers from what had not yet become the Vortex of Doom. As is often the case with my work groups, thanks to my so-called career in and around accounting, I was one of only two men at a table of ten people. I'm used to this. It's nice. So when the topic of conversation turned to children, I was neither surprised nor unhappy. I love kids, and I know that it's generally a good idea to let the people around you talk about what they want to talk about.

One of my newer coworkers asked me the question I had known would eventually come my way.

"Do you have children, Joe?"

It's such a simple question, and yet so very loaded. It needn't be, but it is. Before I go any further, please know that I am fully aware of the intensity of people's feelings on this subject. Volumes of books, research studies, advice columns and websites, television and cinema and blog after blog after blog have been - and are still being - produced on the subject of what follows.

"Nope."

Oh, if only we could say "nope" and be done with it. It usually helps to say "No, how about you," but she had just been talking about her kids, so that wasn't an option, this time. Naturally, her follow-up question was immediate.

"Are you and [Maris] planning on having children?"

I'm aware, thanks in part to [Maris]'s sharing of hundreds of stories and discussions from Etiquette Hell, that to some people, just being asked this question is bile-inducingly offensive. I am not one of those people. I know that 99% of the time, it really is simply conversation.

"Nope."

Here's where it gets a little dicey. Sometimes - okay, once - I've managed to change the subject and derail the question train. That was not to happen on this day. In my experience, there are two ways this will go. If my questioner is boundary-sensitive, or perhaps a man, the next thing I hear will be some (usually lighthearted) quip about how I'm not getting any younger, and "better hurry up and get started." Again, many people find horrible offense in that stuff. I don't. But, more times than I can count, my questioner has taken the other route.

"Why aren't you having children?"

Sometimes, you can actually hear the judgement in this question. The urge to jump up and say "None of your business! Why do you [something outrageously personal and intrusive]???" is almost overpowering, when I hear that judgemental tone. That was not the case, this time around, but what I did hear was if anything just ever so slightly more unsettling. My coworker, whom I still didn't know very well, was UPSET that I wasn't going to be a parent. It was as if I had told her that I had cancer, or a loved one had just passed away. It actually hurt her feelings that I wasn't going to have children. I know this is an extreme reaction. I had never seen it, and haven't since, but it haunts me still.

Now, I know I'm a blogger and we're supposed to be all about over-sharing and whatnot, but this post is already longer than I'd like it to be, and this topic is huge, so I'm going to withhold any serious sharing of my reasons for not having children, for now. I will say that they are numerous and thoughtfully, exhaustively-explored. So meanwhile, go ahead and assume anything you like, on a spectrum from "I can't have kids and it breaks my heart every waking minute" to "I'm a selfish, immature asshole." We'll return to the topic when and if I'm good and ready.

I will share [Maris]'s response to the "WHY NOT?" question, which is "Because I don't want them." But there's is also no shortage of fun to be had with people too interested in one's procreation decision:

"The judge said no."

"Because [Maris] is human and I'm, um, not, and we're just not, you know, compatible. Here - let me show you... Where are you going?"

"Because robots can't have babies."

"Because we're allergic."

"Because we still have stuff to talk about."

"Because she's hot, and we don't want to ruin her."

"We'd love to, but there's this old witch who years ago gave us a win over the cowboys in exchange for our firstborn."

"Because we drink."

"Because we drink enough already."

"Because the mere thought of being pregnant and/or giving birth makes [Maris] want to vomit and cry and hide under the bed for a week."

"Because they talk through Nats games and other important events."

"Because without sleep, we would undoubtedly murder them."

"It's a matter of national security, and that's all we're authorized to say at this time."

"Because clearly we are horrible, horrible human beings."

"To stand in glorious judgement of your decision to have them. Obviously."

I could go on, and I've actually forgotten some of my more amusing and/or biting retorts, so I'll stop here.

Watch for future posts in which we tackle the unwieldy subjects of "Seriously, why?" and "you'll change your mind," and the inevitable tangential discussion of hurtful judgmentalism in general. Someday, I might even talk about how close I came to becoming a parent with my first wife, when two miscarriages stepped in to say no. Yeah. How about that? It might get all kinds of emotional, up in here!

Until then, I remain,
Uncle Joe (the best uncle in the whole wide world)

*And no, I'm not really a slacker. I really do love the word, though.
 

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Needless To Say...

One day in July 2012, [Maris] and I enjoyed a rare slow workday at our respective places of indentured servitude.  That we were both so caught-up on the same day was especially unusual.  When this happens, she often shares bits of internet ridiculousness (generally etiquette- or advice-site-related) with me as we email, I.M. or text back and forth.

[Maris] - Good morning.  meh.

Me - Hi!  meh.  How goes it?

[M] - Wow.  That's a huge disclaimer in my emails.  
It goes eh.  I try to maintain a positive attitude today, even though there are specific people who, when I IM them a question, instantly go offline.

Me - How rude!  I guess there really is no avoiding people like that, what with so many people being like that, nowadays.  *sigh*
I like you, though.  And I'm glad you like your men plump, because guess what!

[M] - I really don't, but are you pleasantly plump?
And I feel like sending a mass email like, "WAS IT SOMETHING I SAID???" but then they would all go "Oh no, it's not you - it's us," but they would be totally lying.  I won't, though.

Me -  I'm sad that we are not the popular kids.  And no, I wouldn't say that I'm pleasantly anything, but I shall try to hide in my work confinement crate and at least keep my unpleasantness to a minimum - and to myself.


[M] - If only I could think of something positive to say.

Me - Hmm...  The sun is shining and we have jobs.  There.  Also, I am hungry but as yet have eaten nothing.

[M] - You sound very positive.  You must have a plant near you!
I am not hungry, but feel like eating voraciously.  I hear it tastes like chicken.

Me -  Alas, I have no plant in my immediate vicinity.  That would be uncomfortable, I bet.
I could go for some voraciously nachos.

[M] - Voracious knids!
Here:
"A few years back, one of my very best mates got married to a swell chap.  Needless to say, the ceremony was beautiful."

Me -  Needless to say.
Let's use that all day, every day.  Needless to say, it will be fun.

[M] -  Needless to say it will be great fun and it will catch on and everyone else will do it too!
Needless to say, I am not quite sure what the following sentence means:
"My poor deceased mother is roiling."
Needless to say, lol.

Me -  Needless to say, mother was a pot of spaghetti sauce before she died.

[M] - Needless to say.  Or a storm cloud.

Me -  Needless to say, I'm listening to Ultravox.

[M] - Needless to say, you are funny.  New Ultravox?
Okay, i KID YOU NOT:
"To my surprise, 2 weeks later I received an email from Jen -- a 'Save the Date; Invitation to Follow' e-card for May 14th, 2008.  Needless to say, I was surprised." 

Me - Sweet Zombie Jesus!  Needless to say, I weep.

[M] -  I feel like sending Flying Spaghetti Monster decals to all these people.

Needless to say, I think I might grow weary of typing needless to say in every sentence.

Me - FSM decals to all the needless to say people?  Are they all from Kansas?  NTS - LOL!
I'm so tired of typing NTS, I've gone acronym!  DFH!

[M] - LOL!  NTS!
fooooooood.......
Should I feel insulted by this sentiment?  "...the kind of people that don't like kids and have really bad taste, but are inflexible.  You know the type?"

Me - Yes, that is an insult, but if they believe that not having kids and having bad taste go together as a "type," then nothing they say is going to carry much weight.  "You know the type - people who have kids and are tall..."

[M] -  Exactly.
Here - two different posts:
"When my mother opened the invitation, she called me on the phone and said 'You have to see this for yourself.'  Needless to say, I drove over immediately."
...and...
"Her gift to us was a card with $20 and an invitation to her wedding stuck in the card.  Needless to say, we didn't attend her wedding and gave her back the $20."

Me -  Oh, and the "BUT are inflexible" part boggles, too.  Are the kid-hating, bad-taste people normally very flexible?
And that $20 refund one - that's so NOT needless to say.  That's needed to say!  Say WHY!  WHY???  My day shall be ruined ("RU-eend"), thinking about that one.  Needless to say, if it weren't for my horse...**

[M] - Yes, needless to say, I don't think that I would be friends with the non-kid-hating flexible person with good taste.  Do all people with children have good taste?  Maybe they taste good with ketchup.
Horse.  lol

Me -  Word.
I think I feel a Needless To Say post coming on.  Actually, that would a good name for an entire blog.

[M] - Can you make my [shadow] FB status "Needless to say, this is my status!" - [Maris]?
Needless to say, my stomach is growling.

Me - Done!  And to your stomach, I say DFH - NTS.

** Refering to a Lewis Black bit wherein he overhears a young lady say "If it weren't for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college."