April 30, 2004
I Regress
Two days ago on the train (bear with me, it's not another train story), there was a little girl travelling with her parents and younger brother into London. The family sat in two places on the train, since it was very full and the kids wanted to sit next to the windows. The little girl sat opposite me-about 3 years old, I have rarely seen a child so incredibly cute as this one. She and I played "Shyness-Peek-A-Boo", and then she got hungry. She stood on the chair, blond bob swaying.
"Daddy!" she hollered sweetly across the train. Perhaps being so attuned to the word "Daddy", no less than 12 men craned around in instinct, then calmed down knowing they were not the "Daddy" she sought. "Daddy, would you like a buiscuit?"
The entire train-including myself-laughed. And the women on the train-including myself-had a sudden rush of estrogen burst into our uterus due to the overwhelming cuteness of this child. And believe me-there are few drugs knwon to man that are stronger than estrogen.
The little girl then took out a packet of a junk food called Hula Hoops. These are little crunchy rings that one eats in a mindless state in front of the tv, while drunk, or on the train. But there seems to be only one way to eat them-you have to put them on the tips of your fingers like little corn crunchy rings and eat them off one by one.
Which she did.
And me-a virgin to Hula Hoops-wanted them so badly at that moment I could cry. So Mr. Y later bought me some and I then proceeded to eat them, one at a time, from each of my fingers.
They were fabulous.
It made me think. Sometimes I feel so old that I could just fall apart, but maybe there are still some parts of me that are childlike. Quirks from my childhood that never left, connections to a time of guileless youth. I'm not talking about my emotional response (it's no secret that something is not quite right there), but about things that make me happy.
There are things that still make me squeal in delight. I admit it. Memories that are still special to me-eating sticky popsicles in the summer, sitting on the curb in the hot sun and watching the ants dash around beneath, hoping to get a drop of that purple sweetness that I am munching on. Sitting in a crabapple tree and devouring books-and crabapples-in the summer months. Running through the sprinkler and getting blades of cut grass stuck annoyingly all over my ankles.
Lick 'Em Sticks (which I would never eat the sugar sticks from). Little hard candies that came in cute shapes and cute plastic boxes (a coffin plastic box would have vampire shaped candies that would taste not unlike Flintstone's Vitamins. I think they probably were. Fucking conspiracy). Twizzlers and Pixy Sticks. I still crave these things.
I am sometimes such a girl-I love wearing cute slippy pleated skirts and Mary Janes. And I confess-I love to skip, and I have to make sure I never do it in public. When I see swings, I want nothing more to sit on them and pump my legs, making them go higher and higher or, better yet, have someone behind me to push me. I think some moments in a relationship are best defined by the simple: "Do you like me? Check yes or no."
If you offer me an airplane-where you put your feet on my stomach and elevate me into the air-I'll be your best friend. I miss playing on a Slip 'N Slide, this big piece of yellow plastic that you had to spend forever to adjust the water hose on, and you'd always scrape the fuck out of your elbows on the staples at the end of the slide anyway. The Magic 8 Ball is a tool to be revered and trusted for important decisions, such as "Will I have a beer, or would I like some wone?" Shoes come off and feet clad in socks covered with cartoon animals get stuffed underneath me in cars couches, movie theatres.
I hope that part of me never stops in this. And I don't see any sign of it, either. After all, my dream career (other than being a writer) is to be the Quality Tester in a bubble wrap plastic factory.
-H.
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"Lick 'Em Sticks (which I would never eat the sugar sticks from)."
Me either. Although I did experiment with using the stick as a normal piece of silverware. It basically sucks for all except its intended purpose. Although it could make a pudding cup last for a good half hour.
Slip-n-Slide rules! Ive got one scoped out to surprise the kids with this year. I'm putting it in the front yard - on the red clay where there's a 15 degree slope to the yard. Now THAT'S going to be fun!
Posted by: Jim at April 30, 2004 10:31 AM (saeHM)
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I love hula hoops!!
Jade's mother-in-law sends her some occasionally. If she's feeling like an exceptionally loving daughter I might get a bag
Posted by: melanie at April 30, 2004 10:49 AM (jDC3U)
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Hula Hoops are fantastic, especially the Beef flavour ones.
And I so want your dream job right now!
I remember one summer job I had at uni working for a company that made connector cables for computers. They moved factories midway through the couple of months I spent there so we had to help pack everything in bubblewrap to be moved from the old building to the new one. There were giant rolls of the stuff everywhere and I can say with absolute certainty that nothing beats laying that stuff out on the floor and racing swivel chairs across it.
Posted by: Gareth at April 30, 2004 10:58 AM (NHA9E)
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Racing swivel chairs across it-how fabulous! I would LOVE that!
Mr. Y and I roll it up and jump up and down on it.
I would like to get the enormous bubble ones, lay them down, and have a bit of how's your father on them.
I'm kinda' sick that way
Posted by: Helen at April 30, 2004 11:00 AM (Zgls0)
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Pop Rocks, Pop Rocks RULE. I am so bad I gave some to my dog once. Made me laugh....
I have loads of memories like this and I hope I never have to stop. Slip and slide through the crocodiles mouth, hell yeah! I am a cartoon kid to this day. I turn 27 next month and I want a trampoline to BOUNCE people on in my garden! Yup its part of me to take part and parcel.
weeeeee want an airplane ride (gotta use the gymnastic girl quads from hell for something
Posted by: stinkerbell at April 30, 2004 11:39 AM (IHvBP)
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have you had the mini hula hoops? they're just as fantastic in their own mini cute way.
Posted by: jade at April 30, 2004 11:52 AM (Lulh1)
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What a sweet post. Isn't it just amazing to be able to hold onto your childhood? I still love to go feed the duckies, jump rope, play pick up sticks and jacks and i will always love them, please.
Slip-n-slide on the other hand... dangerous! I've never had more bumps and bruises than when I played on one when a couple of years ago. Some things need to stay in my childhood
Posted by: Heather at April 30, 2004 11:58 AM (QdyPj)
Posted by: be at April 30, 2004 12:19 PM (0zh8C)
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Having children can allow you to rexperience many of these things through fresh eyes so that what might seem like a nostalgia trip becomes new again. Last weekend, I took my 3 year old daughter to a local dive where my dad used to take me when I was a child. It hadn't changed much -- same row of stools, same everything almost. I ordered a hot dog for her which she happily ate and, as we left, she said, "Daddy, that was a really good hotdog." And so the torch is passed.
I still like twizzlers, Helen!
Posted by: Random Penseur at April 30, 2004 12:41 PM (LlPKh)
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-Twizzlers
RULE! I always get a big bag at the movie theatre. Right now 7-11 has a promotion going where you get a big Twizzler to use as the straw for your slurpie. 2nd born and I each had one last Wed after Tball practice. Delicious.
-I have fallen prey to the "Daddy call". Same with a crying child. My head always swivels until I locate the child and verify that he/she is being attended to.
"...have a bit of how's your father..." -- Is this a euphemism for sex? If so, I'm not sure I want to hear how this expression came into being. If not, then just what does it mean?
Posted by: Easy at April 30, 2004 01:00 PM (oQKRL)
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One of the reasons I am going back to school to become a teacher is I miss that period of my life. Not the grind of listening to boring teachers talking to us or the various click's I disliked in H.S. but the fact life seem so full of promise and hope.
I often wonder why people cant just take a step back and enjoy life again. To many of us see to be rushing towards some goal. When we get their we relize that our lives are spent and we missed out on so much.
Posted by: Drew at April 30, 2004 01:03 PM (CBlhQ)
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Oh yeah, Pop Rocks!
I remember deliberately eating them and swilling them down with Coke to see if my stomach would explode. Yet another example of me not thinking through the consequences.
Of course, it was an urban legend anyway.
And Easy-Yup, it means sex. Personally, I think it's a hilarious term, but you're right-I shudder to think of where it came from.
Posted by: Helen at April 30, 2004 01:10 PM (Ae1bF)
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Music is my time machine. I hear "Heat Of The Moment" by Asia, and suddenly I'm back in the summer before my sophomore year in high school. Or "On The Turning Away" by Pink Floyd, and I'm getting ready to graduate college.
There's nothing like music to transport me back to my youth and make me feel young again.
Posted by: Solomon at April 30, 2004 01:25 PM (t5Pi1)
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Hey there -- you've figured out the dichotomy of growing up! Who says you can never go back?
And as for bubble wrap, I have but one thing to say - which I've said for years:
"Therapy is expensive, Bubble Wrap is cheap - you decide ..."
Posted by: Kylan at April 30, 2004 01:36 PM (d18ri)
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An airplane, eh? What if your dad comes in. I can give him one too, i guess.
Posted by: Tommy at April 30, 2004 02:07 PM (v0EoW)
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Given the fact that I have enough fillings in my mouth to make a full place setting of silverware you can tell I loved candy as a kid. And not brushing much. Anyway.
Some of my favorites: Pop Rocks, Bottle Caps, Gold Rush gum, Marathon bars (12 inches of love - ahem), Bubble Yum in grade school was as coveted a commodity as smokes in prison.
It wasn't eating the candy that is so memorable for me as much as the ritual of going to get it. To this day seeing certain candy in the racks my kids are clammoring for brings me right back to when I was my daughter's age.
Every summer I spent a few weeks visiting my grandparents in Indiana. It seemed just like Mayberry from the Andy Griffith Show and I loved everything about it. Riding my bike to the Ben Franklins "dime store" on the corner of the town square by the court house with $10 burning a hole in my pocket. The sound of the bell as I opened the door, the creaky floor boards as I paced up and down the toy aisle seeing if they had anything new. Heaven.
Posted by: Paul at April 30, 2004 02:23 PM (bWfDG)
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I had a quick look to see where the phrase "how's your father" originated and the best I could come up with was
this.
Unfortunately that's probably not true.
Posted by: Gareth at April 30, 2004 02:49 PM (NHA9E)
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teehee, this post made me giggle. all that childlike stuff? yeah, it should never leave us. keeps us sweet i think. half my socks are covered in cartoons. i love it. here's to walking barefoot, picking buttercups, and eating creamsicles while playing tv tag.
Posted by: kat at April 30, 2004 03:12 PM (FhSIP)
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Softball games and sunflower seeds....sweaty summer evenings playing 'Flashlight' with the neighbors....Pierre my stuffed bunny...being allowed to go permanently barefoot when the temperature outside was 70 degrees 3 days in a row. The Good Humor truck traveling down our suburban road. Thanks Helen for the Happy Thoughts today!
Posted by: Marie at April 30, 2004 04:28 PM (PQxWr)
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A bit of "how's your Father" on bubble wrap? hmm, would that be with or without the body lotion? hehe
Summers filled with riding my bicycle everywhere, calling mom to come pick me up. Building giant underground forts in the vacant lot behind our house, or digging a hole in the ground, filling it with water and putting back just enough dirt to make the perfect mud bath. Water fights that included mom hauling the hose right in the front door after us (no where was safe during a water fight). Most of all sleeping all night without a ache, a pain or a care in the world, and waking with the energy to go out and make a new world of fun the next day. Whew, I think I need a nap!
Great post Helen =)
Posted by: Dane at April 30, 2004 04:39 PM (ncyv4)
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A lot of your find memories of childhood are also mine. I still love those soury-supersweet powered candies, too!
Posted by: the girl at April 30, 2004 05:02 PM (zQFhK)
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Oooh boy do I remember getting beat up on the Slip n Slide....and loving every minute of it.
I'm right there with you on the socks...hate shoes and the second I can, I take them off. I also have a Magic 8 ball sitting on my desk right now and yes, it's a toy but every time I have asked it a question, it has been right.
I'm also known to get up on Saturday mornings, get a big bowl of sugar laced cereal, crawl back into bed and watch cartoons while eating my Cap n' Crunch or Lucky Charms or whatever. And yes, I get them for the toys. I also buy kid's meals for the toys.
A lot of people shun their "childhood" delights away for pure adulthood but I have never lost those small moments of pure pleasure...and I am not in the least bit ashamed to say it.
Not a thing wrong with embracing the joys of the simple pleasures of life like we did when we were kids...completely enveloped in bliss and retaining a bit of innocence.
If someone looks at me weird because of how I eat a candy bar....that's their problem. I'm gonna enjoy it with complete indifference to what someone else might think.
Don't ever lose this part of you Helen. I like people who can retain this piece of themselves.
I'll go on the swings with you any day.
Posted by: Serenity at April 30, 2004 08:32 PM (3g7Ch)
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(can't believe I'm about to admit this)
I love love love kids stuff. I watch Nickelodeon. I buy stuffed toys. I am big into Bonne Bell Lip Smackers.
Frankly, it's the one part of my life that I don't give a rat's hairy ass how anyone judges. My childhood was bizarre and hard at best; my adulthood's not much better in most places. Regressing to those few happy places - including flippy skirts (I'm wearing one!!) and Mary Janes (three pair, thankyouverymuch) is the least I can do.
And you too, sweetie.
Posted by: Kaetchen at April 30, 2004 09:27 PM (1nMRx)
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Bubble wrap rocks my world ;-)
I used to get SO excited when my parents got packages in the mail that had the BIG bubble wrap...the kind with HUGE bubbles. My dad and I would have so much fun popping those and annoying my mom.
Posted by: Brandy at April 30, 2004 09:56 PM (j0v+O)
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Terry in Glen Rose, Texas
Posted by: notGeorge at April 30, 2004 10:09 PM (JCxVY)
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I could go for a little wone myself.
Posted by: Guinness at April 30, 2004 10:26 PM (HUtSD)
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Wow Terry, small world-I used to be in "The Promise"...
Posted by: Helen at May 01, 2004 08:17 AM (YNH3/)
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Best kid smells:
A new box of crayons.
Rubber gum erasers.
Big Chief writing tablets.
New textbooks.
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April 29, 2004
Angry Letter Writing
I had an incident.
Surprise, surprise.
The trains that run into London from Newbury (and from this entire area, really) are maintained and owned by a company called First. Now, this company recently has decided to have a bee up its nose, and has security guards and police available at every train platform. One is not even allowed on the train platform without a ticket anymore, which is ridiculous, since you can buy tickets on the train (and I have before). I confess I have never, ever ridden a train without buying a ticket.
Catholic guilt, remember.
These guards are a serious pain in the ass. Not only does it mean the queues for tickets are very long, but more often than not you miss the train you had intended to take, so this means hauling my ass out of bed even earlier than usual in order to make sure I make the queue to make the train.
I was in line to buy a ticket. I was running late. The First guards saw me and all the others in the queue and talked amongst themselves. They saw us line up, talk to the teller, produce various bits of shiny plastic, and buy a very expensive little piece of paper (in my case, my little piece of paper cost me 32 pounds and would allow me to full use of the pride of Britain). My train would be leaving in exactly 60 seconds, and in Newbury, they don't fuck around. They close those doors and don't re-open them again until the next station. Missing this train would mean a 15 minute wait on the freezing train platform, and trying to crowd into the fast train. I had to catch this one. The woman behind the counter was agonizingly slow. I was hurried. I was frazzled. I wanted that train. I could feel beads of sweat pop up on my back. I was irritated-obviously I couldn't raise my hands if I'm sure now.
The woman slapped the tickets on the counter and in a flurry of raincoat I grabbed them, hustled out of the office, and started hurtling towards the train, 30 seconds to go. I reached the doorway where the guards were and-as rehearsed-I produced my ticket face up in order to show him. But here's where the catch was-the receipt was accidentally on top of this (my patented finger trick hadn't worked) and the ticket wasn't visible. So the guard did what he shouldn't have done.
He grabbed my arm to stop me, turned my hand around and read my ticket.
He grabbed my arm.
I couldn't believe it.
I turned to him and said: 'Don't touch me.'Â But it didn't come out all sassy and 'I'm Every Woman.'Â It came out like I was underwater and confused. It came out like a little girl would say. It came out like a confused chick would say. He let me go, I hurtled towards the train and got on just as the doors were closing.
But it was too late for me. The mere motion of him grabbing me had caused me to split. I was no longer Helen, I was Helen watching Helen. I disassociated like a big dog, and stayed that way the entire day. I was inflexible in meetings and demanding (and to be honest, I am usually pretty easy-going in meetings). I was angry.
I became some weird vicious vengeant chick, in complete horrific paranoia that someone would touch me. I wanted to go back to the train platform and push him through a plate glass window. I didn't get back into myself until later in the day.
The older I get, the more fucked up I am getting.
First Trains are getting a letter from me. In my world, in no way is it ok to touch someone when you work in a service area. There was a line crossed. I mean-if I had been a guy, there is simply no way this man would've grabbed me. It was because I am a woman.
Where did this guy learn his customer relations? A hoe-down? Did he completely skip his customer sensitivity training, thinking I'm a man of the millenia. I'm sensitive enough. Where had he missed the part that not only is the customer always right-especially the customer paying 32 pounds a shot for the trains-but the customer reserves the right to not be grabbed like a teenage hooligan by Johnny Law!
Maybe I am just too sensitive. An incident happened two weeks ago that has had me very nervous, and with a second incident, I just got pushed over the edge. But regardless of that, fucknut should not have grabbed me.
This morning on the train I had my grim determination face on. I pictured screaming at him. I pictured lecturing him about how there is no fucking way he should ever have touched me. I pictured calling the police and having him arrested. I pictured him crying in the dockets, begging my forgiveness.
What did I do? I bought my ticket. I exited the office calmly and with my ticket up. I walked past the guy-the same guy-who just looked at my ticket then looked away.
But I took his name on his badge as I walked by, as well as the company he represented, and a letter with the most stringent and strict of terms will be used, a letter which will demand an investigation which First (as I have had it explained to me) will be forced to comply with.
Joe, you are going down.
Consider yourself warned.
-H.
PS-I am meeting with Company X today. I am the customer. They are bringing in lunch and preparing slideware.
I can hardly wait.
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Hey Helen,
I am not excusing the guard's behaviour at all, what he did was out of line, but I imagine they are a bit twitchy of late. A few days ago there was a bomb scare at Reading station. Still, I wouldn't have confused you for a terrorist, I would have thought you were a commuter in a rush, and as such wouldn't have manhandled you.
Posted by: Ollie at April 29, 2004 08:46 AM (JKZQU)
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how long does that ticket last?? It sounds horrendously expensive!
Posted by: melanie at April 29, 2004 09:58 AM (jDC3U)
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The problem with store security (and that's what this guy really was) is they forget that they are store security and start thinking they are "The Law". Smack him down, Helen.
Oooh, lunch with Company X with you as the customer. I can't wait to hear about this one! >:-)
Posted by: Jim at April 29, 2004 10:51 AM (saeHM)
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Melanie - that ticket would last one day. Sad, but true.
Posted by: Gareth at April 29, 2004 10:56 AM (NHA9E)
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32 POUNDS? For one day? And get to be grabbed like that? For that kind of money, I´m sure my darling V. would demand Colin Firth to be checking the tickets. And touching instead of grabbing... ;-). Miguel.
Posted by: msd at April 29, 2004 11:18 AM (A9yEi)
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Yep, £32 would probably be what we call a saver return, although I don't know, maybe at that time of day you'd have to get an open return?
Newbury to London is a major commuter route. The train would pick up almost all of the Berkshire-based, London-bound train commuters. Because of this, they charge high prices, although travelling by train in Britain is expensive in general.
Posted by: Ollie at April 29, 2004 12:37 PM (JKZQU)
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OK, I had a rant ready here, but suddenly I realized I was reacting as an american. If some security guard had grabbed me like that (unlikely, as most of them are cop wannabe's and are basically bullies at heart) I'd have called the police and had him arrested for an assault.
But I'm unsure of the laws over there. So all I can really say is go and get him Helen.
Posted by: Easy at April 29, 2004 12:43 PM (oQKRL)
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I would say that, strictly speaking, it was an assault.
However, calling the police wouldn't really have solved anything. It would take up a lot of Helen's time to make the complaint, and in the end the police would probably just give him a slap on the wrist. To be honest, I think a more productive course of action is to make a complaint to the company so that they can deal with him. It was a mistake, undoubtedly, but I'd be surprised if it was malicious.
Posted by: Ollie at April 29, 2004 12:47 PM (JKZQU)
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Grow Up! Possibly it's not the train scene that's the bother.
Posted by: Annette at April 29, 2004 12:48 PM (ient0)
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Everyone wants to be safe, but no one wants to be inconvenienced. What's a train company to do? He may have seen your receipt and thought, "That's the oldest trick in the book...show yesterday's receipt and pretend it's covering today's ticket." Or he may have been a new guy who made a mistake.
I'd give him a break the first time; I'd write a letter but not a harsh one. If you ever see him grab anyone else, then go for the jugular. He may have realized his mistake and learned his lesson already. A little forgiveness goes a long way.
Posted by: Solomon at April 29, 2004 01:23 PM (t5Pi1)
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I'm remembering the 'Helen' in 'Sliding Doors' that gets 'split off' while rushing for a train.
Posted by: hetty at April 29, 2004 01:55 PM (zyqdt)
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I have nothing to ad to the train story, but I have been in the Company X coming to lunch position. An agency that screwed me over came in to present to my current employer. I called in every favor I had to get invited to that meeting.
The look on their face when they walked in and knew they weren't going to get the business was delicious.
Posted by: Stephen Macklin at April 29, 2004 02:10 PM (UquFN)
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I agree with Solomon. He had his orders and he was following them. For all he knew you could have been rushing the train with a bomb to blow it up as the doors closed.
From the company's postion they will see that you were running towards a train without showing a ticket. There guard stopped you to confirm you had a ticket. Since the bombing in Spain I am sure all European countries are very careful when it comes to their trains now.
Do they sell 10 trip tickets? May cost more upfront but in the end will save you some time
Posted by: Drew at April 29, 2004 02:34 PM (CBlhQ)
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Guys-one thing to note: these guards aren't there to protect from terrorists. They are there to make sure people have PAID for their tickets.
Big difference.
Security against terrorism? I can afford a bit of inconvenience for that. Security to protect against me riding the train for free (which I couldn't do anyway, since the ticket person comes through the train to check for tickets)? Not ok.
Big angry letter writing is what's going to happen here.
Emphasis on the big.
Posted by: Helen at April 29, 2004 03:03 PM (dvl62)
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Sorry when I saw "this company recently has decided to have a bee up its nose, and has security guards and police available at every train platform"
I assumed the security and police were there for security and protection similar to what we have at Penn Station and Grand Station in NY.
Posted by: drew at April 29, 2004 05:37 PM (CBlhQ)
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At some point even rent-a-cops need the authority to put their "hands on" someone (not as a 1st response though), otherwise they could never enforce having a ticket to get on the train.
I don't like people ripping me a new one when I make a mistake and generally don't rip others a new one when they make a mistake. It's that whole Golden Rule thing
Posted by: Solomon at April 29, 2004 06:39 PM (t5Pi1)
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"I mean-if I had been a guy, there is simply no way this man wouldÂ’ve grabbed me. It was because I am a woman."
A of all, I'm a guy (and a large muscular manly-guy to boot) and I've been handled by many guards over the years. In the Washington State it is, effectively, legal for a private citizen (guard) to physically detain you if they have probable cause to think you've committed one of a number of distressingly common crimes. Obviously that plays out on a case-by-case basis, but guards have a great deal of latitude in the courts. I have also been grabbed by guards in Oregon and California (I just have that look to me), so I gather that the "guards can grab you" standard is fairly ubiquitous in the States. One may, of course, expect better behavior from a Brit. But it's worth nothing that Brits (and Canadians for that matter), are legally considered "subjects" and that this may have a bearing on their approach to body buffer zones.
B of all, just as a point of order: if you'd been a guy you probably wouldn't have been as threatened by being grabbed and this would probably be a non-issue. And, for certain, only a very specific type of wealthy guy with a very specific sense of entitlement would be inclined to make a fuss over such a thing.
C of all: he may actually have grabbed you as a kind of courtesy. If you were obviously in a rush, grabbing your hand to look at the ticket would be quicker (on the order of seconds, but that seems to have been the scale of your haste) than explaining to you that he needed to look at your ticket and risking having an argument about it.
Posted by: Joshua Norton at April 29, 2004 10:03 PM (vNkaO)
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Drew said:
"For all he knew you could have been rushing the train with a bomb to blow it up as the doors closed."
Well, it's a good thing he made sure she had a valid ticket in order to get on the train in order to blow it up, huh?
Think about it, kids: checking that you have a paid ticket is NOT the same as ensuring the security of other passengers.
You're right that he wouldn't have grabbed a man that way. I think it was probably just an accident, but it's an accident that reflects on the way our culture views women.
Helen: can I direct you to
qjump? Alternatively, I have found in the past that it can be easier to buy your ticket for the next day on the night before.
Posted by: angel at April 29, 2004 10:05 PM (zfiwL)
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I was typing my comment at the same time as Joshua, and I disagree: the way he grabbed you ("He grabbed my arm to stop me, turned my hand around and read my ticket") doesn't sound like something a man would do to another man. Can you picture a man grabbing another man and turning his hand around? I think a man might be more likely to have his upper arm grabbed, or similar.
But in any case, whether you're a man or a woman, the guards can't just grab you here; whether people are "subjects" or not has no relevance to anything.
Posted by: angel at April 29, 2004 10:12 PM (zfiwL)
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Actually, since the British Nationality Act of 1948 British nationals and Commonwealth nationals were known as Citizens of the United Kindgom and Colonies. The term 'British subject' has been obsolete since then. Since then there have been a few other changes to British nationality law. The British Nationality Act of 1981 instituted three main statuses, namely British Citizen, British Dependent Territories Citizen (BDTC) and British Overseas Citizen (BOC).
Anyways, none of this has any bearing on what fellow citizens can and cannot do to each other.
Posted by: Ollie at April 29, 2004 11:11 PM (JKZQU)
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I think you should forgive this guy Helen, yeah, forgive and forget... right after you roast him like a nut. He doesn't know you, he is not an officer of the law, like you said, rent-a-cop (let-a-bobby?), for all he knew you could have just of had surgery or some injury to your arm that he just made much worse. While you are lighting shit up, light up the company who allows this behavior also, I don't know if the UK has the same deep pocket liability laws as the US, but I imagine if it is their policy to grab people by whatever limb is handy to check their tickets the company will be paying the bill when they hurt someone. From how you described it, his actions should, at the very least, have been preceeded by a verbal request to move the reciept so he could see the ticket. It is not your fault if he can't form a sentence, and as you said, he shouldn't be dealing with people.
Posted by: Dane at April 29, 2004 11:43 PM (ncyv4)
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The term 'British subject' has been obsolete since then
No kidding? Huh. Ah well. I got my info from a Candadian. Maybe she was projecting.
Posted by: Joshua at April 29, 2004 11:55 PM (vNkaO)
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Actually, I tell a lie, it isn't obsolete, but it is no longer used to describe British citizens. They use 'British citizen' to do that.
Posted by: Ollie at April 30, 2004 12:11 AM (JKZQU)
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I'm having difficulty following what happened; things happened so quickly:-) "I reached the doorway where the guards were and-as rehearsed-I produced my ticket face up in order to show him." Was this the doorway of the train or an entrance to the boarding platform? Was there eye contacted before you passed the guard? Usually I get a nod of acknowledgement that they have seen what they needed to see and there is a pause in my step. But seeing the time was very short till the trained pulled away I don't blame you for trying to minimize the little delays that add up to watching a train pull away just as you get to it. Seems, but I don't know, that Joe guard and you were on a collision course of split second events each out of timing.
How are you feeling now? Have you put a stamp on your letter yet? Or maybe reread it?
Posted by: Roger at April 30, 2004 12:57 AM (8S2fE)
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Interesting story and responses. I was thinking that the guard would be MORE likely to grab a man's arm than a woman's, yet so many commenters agree with you.
What's very strange is the way this tiny little incident stayed with you all day and with such emotional force. Definitely something else, much more important, is going on that you need to think about.
Posted by: Frances at April 30, 2004 01:58 AM (v5iKe)
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I'm just glad that you didn't respond the way that I would and have done when "grabbed" by someone. Not that disassociation is anything to be all happy about, but consider the outcome if you would have lashed out at this man. Been there - done that - never a happy outcome.
Posted by: Sue at April 30, 2004 03:58 AM (rZmE1)
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I would be furious too, as well as beating myself up over not reacing in a way that i later thought I *should have*. I also might have reacted a lot stronger physically as being grabbed when I don't see it and don't excpect it does bad things to me. I would be furious too, and while dissasociation sucks, I don't think your feelings make you fucked up at all. Write a really good letter - he totally deserves it
Posted by: O)nyx at April 30, 2004 04:11 AM (G3591)
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I work security for a medium/large southwestern city, and have for 18 years. I specialize in crowd control, and am probably a little overpaid for what I do, (my biggest stress is the administration), and I have great benefits and retirement so I stay.
I have handled people all over the place Helen, I don't think he handled you because you were a woman, he handled you because he could see you were hauling ass, in a hurry, trying to catch this train before it left, and he knew that asking you to stop and show the ticket etc etc would make you maybe miss it. Joshua is right, it was just easier to grab your wrist and turn the ticket.
Helen he didn't know how it would affect you. He didn't know you'd split off the way you did.
What he did know is that you look approachable, (friendly), and in a hurry and figured he'd do the fastest thing. Now if he'd tried to hold you there and did something like flirt with you or even be too familiar with you, then no, it wouldn't have been ok. As you have written, he just briefly stopped you, didn't try to engage you in conversation, or even show any other interest in you other than your ticket, which is (I think the company will tell you) doing his job. In fact, he may get in trouble for not detaining you longer, actually reading your ticket and letting you go as fast as he did.
By all means, write your letter, but don't be surprised if you don't get the response you want. And what do you want exactly from this company? Do you want him fired? Reprimanded? Or told that someone complained about him grabbing them? And he will know who he grabbed won't he? That's the problem with filing complaints on this kind of thing, I know people who have taken revenge on the people who have complained.
Helen, I'm not telling you not to complain, but be concrete with your complaint, ask for him to be transfered, that way you won't run into him again, and don't expect any action, but ask for a written explaination of what kind of action they took if any. Have it mailed to your office, not home, (see above), and get to the station earlier or buy your ticket ahead of time as others have said. But don't be surprised if you see him everyday, and he jacks you up because he can.....sorry this got so long, but for once, it's actually something I know about, and just be sure you know what a can of worms you may be stirring up before you do, and make sure that you can hang with that.
Posted by: Donna at April 30, 2004 04:53 AM (7dnp5)
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and what was the incident from two weeks ago? The high guy, and the two teenage boys farting Or the two girls and the creepy guy?
And you said that when you went past this guy again, with your ticket up, he just looked and then looked away. It doesn't sound to me like he's too gung ho for harassing people.
I'm just sayin, Helen. Maybe you might have overreacted cuz of the disassociative disorder? I'm not making light of how you felt, it obviously fucked you up, but I don't think he was so out of line.
And they may not say they are there for anti terrorism purposes, (we don't check for bombs, we are checking for lost items) but I'd bet they are. And I bet you sounded stronger than you thought.
Posted by: Donna at April 30, 2004 05:15 AM (7dnp5)
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Roger-I'm still pissed off, and won't write the letter until I calm down and can be constructive, since I think that's what it calls for here.
Joshua-I see your point, but imagine this: Guard grabs a man, dressed in a business suit and trying to hold onto his briefcase, on the wrist as he hurries to the train.
I can see the CCTV footage now.
It's like bumping into another guy in a bar. The men just react, they don't take a second. *Shoulders wham* -"Hey buddy! Watch where you're fucking going!" I've seen that many times...
But your option B did make me laugh.
Donna-I think I got so riotously upset due to the fact that two weeks ago something else happened, something that I haven't blogged about. I mean, I would've been annoyed and angry, but I wouldn't have gone so mental.
What do I want? I definitely DON'T want him to be fired. I've been unemployed, and even the three people I hate most in the world wouldn't have that wished upon them from me. All I want is an apology. And for someone to say that they will make sure their guards know not to grab people to check tickets. That's all. Which I don't think is so outrageous to ask (even if I'm not a British subject), but I take your point on having it mailed to my work address!
Posted by: Helen at April 30, 2004 09:29 AM (qeeL5)
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And Angel-QJump will be used.
Drew-You can't buy a 10 trip pass, unfortunately, it's only in calendar weeks or months. Since I only go to London twice a week or so (as I am at other Dream Job locations during the week), it doesn't add up to buy a week pass. And it doesn't add up to buy a month pass. Which sucks, since that would solve my problems!
Posted by: Helen at April 30, 2004 09:36 AM (qeeL5)
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Helen the Hellcat--I love it!
Posted by: Marie at April 30, 2004 04:24 PM (PQxWr)
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Re: genders & physical contact.
Helen, you said: "It's like bumping into another guy in a bar. The men just react, they don't take a second. *Shoulders wham* -"Hey buddy! Watch where you're fucking going!" I've seen that many times..."
Exactly. Whereas you brooded over it all day and are planning to write a letter to get the poor underpaid sod in trouble with his boss.
Posted by: Frances at May 02, 2004 09:47 PM (4zaUk)
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i have been in this situation before with company x, when it came out that i was a employee there i replied that i had moved on to bigger and better theings, hold head high and look down on them, make them feel benith you and since you,r the costumer make them kiss you,r ass!!!! really feels good, vigince is mine!
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April 28, 2004
Little House on the Prairie
Yesterday on the train I noticed something new about myself.
I was bored, the train was packed, and I couldn't get to my book in my briefcase without the Pomeranian of a woman next to me getting snippy, so I just sat there and tried to amuse myself, which I am crap at since I have the attention span of a four year old, and the patience of one to boot. I tried to watch out the window but I hate knowing that my eyes are zigging back and forth. I tried mentally undressing the people around me, but I got hung up on what type of underwear they would be wearing. So I looked at my hands.
And I saw a deep groove in my left hand, a jagged crease that went up from the pulsing base of my palm to the web just below my pinkie. A new line, a new crease in my hand.
This sparked a dozen thoughts in me. That I love the look of women's hands as they age. That I have very long fingers. That there's nothing more comforting than folding my hand in someone else's.
But mostly, it made me think of my Great-Grandmother, my mother's mother.
I have been fortunate in that in my lifetime 4 of my great-grandparents were alive. This Great-Grandma, my Great-Grandma Bessie and her husband, my Great-Grandpa Elmer, were my favorites. They died when I was in college, and I knew them (and loved them) well.
They were extraordinary people. They lived in a tiny house in a cramped and dangerous suburb of Des Moines, Iowa, which they had bought many, many years before that when all around them was just farm land. Every neighbor knew them. Their home was open to everyone, and in a dangerous neighborhood with troubled kids, they were the adopted grandparents to them all. Their hearts were just that big, their door always open.
Great-Grandpa Elmer had four fingers on his hand shot off during the war, and he labored with a heavy, thick, sticky cough the entire time I knew him. He suffered from Black Lung (I almost called it 'The Black Lung'Â there, apparently England is rubbing off on me, however not only am I not English but I hate bad grammar) from his work in a tire factory, and breathing for him became a horrible and concerning labor.
Great-Grandma Bessie had a heart the size of Montana. She was a strong woman before there were strong women, this woman really broke the mold. She had opinions about many things and wouldn't hesitate to tell you about them. She had wild white hair and an enormous bosom that one would get clasped to from time to time. Her hands were veiny and gnarled, with long fingers that slid through locks of hair with ease when you sat on her lap. Their home smelled of government cheese, vinyl, butter and the comfortable acrid smell of age.
I loved her to death. She had an enormous drawer full of jewelry-some costume, some real-and all of the kids would dress up in it, decorating ourselves like gaudy little divas. The drawer had a mass of pearlescent blue, green and purple beads that would wrap around us a dozen times and that we would play with for hours, and about a million Freemason pins and accessories (they were lifelong Freemasons. I still have no idea what that stands for).
One day she turned to me as I was sitting at the table playing with the beads and said 'Helen, you have the most beautiful profile.'Â
That compliment stuck with me, and stays with me still.
But Bessie also read palms. She claimed to be psychic, to know things about people that they didn't even know themselves. She would read your palms and tell you your future, her rough fingers tracing lines over your palm, her grip surprisingly firm on your wrist. I can't remember everything she said, only that she said I would have two children and live a long life. But all I know is yesterday on the train, when I saw that new line I thought of her and wanted to show her my line, to tell me what it meant. To sit in her tiny kitchen with the screen door open and the Iowa sun baking the pavement. To talk to her about my life, and see what she thought.
I went home and told Mr. Y about it all. He smiled at me. 'That crease, Helen?'Â It's not a new crease. It's a wrinkle. See?'Â he said, and showed me his palms and a few wrinkles that he had there.
I looked at my new crease.
He was right-it wasn't a new line to be interpreted and foretold, it didn't talk of my fortunes. There was no great and secret myth about this. I didn't need my Great-Grandma to tell me what it meant.
It was a wrinkle.
Fuck.
-H.
PS- I have decided I am going to get arrested if I keep reading David Sedaris on the train. I just can't stop laughing. If you haven't read him, please do. Here's a snippet from his book "Holidays on Ice":
"I often see people on the street dressed as objects and handing out leaflets. I tend to avoid leaflets but it breaks my heart to see a grown man dressed as a taco. So, if there is a costume involved, I tend to not only accept the leaflet, but to accept it graciously, saying "Thank you so much," and thinking You poor, pathetic son of a bitch. I don't know what you have, but I hope I never catch it."
This description is in the same essay where he describes his work as a 33 year old elf in Santa Land.
I love this guy.
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wrinkles are like medals. to be worn with pride.
Posted by: melanie at April 28, 2004 10:11 AM (jDC3U)
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Very true Melanie, very true. I guess it's different for different people, but age isn't a thing that worries me. Obviously by the time I get to the pissing my pants and forgetting my name stage I'll think differently, but at the moment, age is something I am looking forward to. Youth is overated.
And you're very lucky to have known 4 great-grandparents. I share that good luck, as I knew 4 too. Indeed, one is still alive, my great granny who lives in west Cornwall. My great-grandad, who died when I was about 8, was a great character. I am only sorry I didn't get the chance to know him better. He fought in the First World War and got shot in the arm. We still have the X-ray that was taken at the time. He used to teach my mum and her sister how to fight like Germans with a shovel. My other great-grandfather, the one who was married to my great-granny who is still alive, died just recently. He had a great sense of humour. I'm happy that I knew him.
Posted by: Ollie at April 28, 2004 12:11 PM (SPdzF)
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Melanie: I like that. It sounds very wise. Now if you can just help me think of a way to feel positive about those occasional gray hairs that I keep seeing more and more often you'll have really made my day :-)
Helen: I've heard two different stories about why Australians call Brits POMs. One is Rob's about the sailors needing Vit C to avoid scurvey. (Hi Rob, greetz) The other is that when they transported convicts to Australia their paperwork would have "POM" stamped on it: short for "Prisoner of Her Majesty". I have no idea which one is true. For all I know they both contributed.
Bo & Luke/Roger & Jim: You're right. The Guardian probably just made it up. George W never peppers his speeches with Christian fundamentalist buzz words and there are no religious nutcases down south or anywhere else in the States. All those stories in tabloid papers like The Times (the London Times: not the one with Jason Blaire), the Guardian and the Sydney Morning Herald about the States being the last industrialised nation where a large % of the population rejects the Theory of evolution were made up. My apologies.
Posted by: Steve P at April 28, 2004 12:17 PM (4F7DY)
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Steve, I'm not sure what your deal is here. The Guardian article you referenced asserted that Bush is trying to fulfill fundamentalist Christian prophecy in the Middle East. That's about as moonbat loony a story as I can think of. So yes, I do look at it as dangerously biased and fabricated garbage printed in tabloid fashion. Because that is what it is.
I called you an ass not only for using that piece but for your extremely annoying habit of carrying your conversation over to the most recent post where it has nothing to do with the subject at hand. That's just plain rude and makes it very difficult for people to follow or follow-up.
Helen -
With a wrinkle or a line, you're still supah fine! ;-)
Posted by: Jim at April 28, 2004 01:34 PM (IOwam)
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I am sad when I see people in NYC dressed up as cell phones or food products. It sad what we do to people in the name of money.
Posted by: drew at April 28, 2004 02:04 PM (CBlhQ)
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But can David Sedaris write sentences like "Their home smelled of government cheese, vinyl, butter and the comfortable acrid smell of age." or "Proof that all we want in life is a good cuddle, a good orgasm, and to have both with someone we care about."?
Those smells take me back to my grandfathers farmhouse in Maryland where you could wake up to a thousand starlings chirping incessantly for more proof.
Posted by: Roger at April 28, 2004 02:33 PM (8S2fE)
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Helen,
I too was lucky enough to know one of my Great Grandparents, my mom's mom's mother. I only remember a little about her, very small, and so quiet I can't for the life of me recall her ever saying a word. She was 98 when I was born, and lived until I was 5. I probably won't have a whole lot more to say when I am 102 or 103 either =)
Posted by: Dane at April 28, 2004 02:56 PM (ncyv4)
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Great story Helen. I was born in Des Moines and most of my relatives still live there. Sadly, I was back there this past February to bury a Grandmother with hands much like those of your Great-Grandma Bessie.
Posted by: gymrat at April 28, 2004 03:12 PM (nnOa7)
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I only got to really know one great-grandparent. My grandmother's mother. She was self-proclaimed "Salt of the Earth" Half French-Half Shawnee woman, though a lot of her outlook was colored by her late husband, who was an off-the-boat Black Irishman. When she passed, one of my great-aunts said that we couldn't have a wake for her, since she wasn't Irish... of course, we still had it, but to appease my aunt, we didn't call it a wake.
Posted by: amber at April 28, 2004 03:54 PM (iJZeQ)
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We have something in common: A great-grandfather named Elmer. Another thing we have in common: An unusual amount of living grandparents. I had seven living grandmothers growing up (two grand, four great-grand, one great-great grand) as well as an assortment of grandfathers and a sort of "step-grandmother".
I also notice my hands are looking a little older, but not much as I notice the first wrinkle on my face, which no one else notices because I look ten years younger than I am!
Posted by: the girl at April 28, 2004 04:51 PM (IglhY)
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Hey...I really like what Melanies said. I earned every last one of these bitches and behind each one is a story. Yah...it's hard for most to see them but I look at myself every day and I can see the faint lines.
Which David Sedaris are you reading? I just finished, "Me Talk Pretty One Day" about a month ago. You are right....he is a funny writer.
Anyway...back to it..your wrinkle is not just a wrinkle and even if your great grandmother would not have been able to "read" it in the traditional sense of palm reading...your wrinkle is like a line on a map which represents the roads you have traveled.
Posted by: Serenity at April 28, 2004 04:53 PM (3g7Ch)
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Helen, I read your blog every day (time permitting) and love it. You write beautifully. So, it was kind of fun for me to see you writing about your train rides to work when I had also recently written about mine, in New York. I include a link if you are interested: http://randompensees.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_randompensees_archive.html#108306812485214977
Posted by: Random Penseur at April 28, 2004 07:27 PM (LlPKh)
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Wrinkles, ugh, oh yes I know wrinkles. But do not fear they are not bad things. They are the signs of maturity, experience, and livng a full life. It is that some of us are gained maturity, experience and a fuller life quicker than others.
Don't know if I agree that they are "medals" of pride, I have some in places that on one would want to look at with anything but fear mixed with laughter.
I envy you, as I lost all my grandparents by my teen years and never knew my greatparents at all. I would have loved to talk to them about their early lives. Keep those memories close and bring them out often. You know how I feel about my kids, I would not trade our memories for all the money in the world.
I have never read Sedaris, but you can bet your bippy I will before the leaves fall this year. Just a few thoughts from an old......
Posted by: greyheadedstranger at April 28, 2004 08:26 PM (AlS1Q)
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A lot worse things can happen as a person ages. I believe that an open, heartfelt smile, especially with wrinkles, is the truest mark of God's blessing.
Unfortunately, I am finally without Grandparents -or Parents, for that matter. Living in Des Moines does not make up for the loss. But I do have children soon to have their own. I hope to have a ready smile and an open heart when they need me most.
You're still beautiful. And I'm sure there are many who appreciate that.
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Posted by: Jeff Gitchel at April 29, 2004 02:07 AM (o6ULG)
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how lucky that you got to know your great grandparents! wonderful memories.
and yeah, david sedaris is a riot. and hell, laugh away on that train. in my humble opinion, the world needs more laughter, however they can get it. xoxo
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April 26, 2004
Circle in the Sun
The summer months must be heaven for men.
The weekend here was warm and glorious-the undertone of chill was, for the first time, completely erased from the air, and instead the world felt as though it was vibrating with energy, with enthusiasm to the summer coming, and with the promise of hot weather. And, accordingly, hemlines went up everywhere. Throngs of people were in the town, men in shorts, women in short dresses, shoulders and arms exposed to the sun for the first time in 8 months or so. Everywhere, people were smiling, chatting, laughing. I half expected them to burst into song, a la 50's musical, but that was a bridge too far.
There was flesh everywhere, as women and men hauled out the warm weather clothing in happiness and excitement. Sundresses and strappy shoes abounded. As far as you could see where pale white figures exposed to the sun, and my white bits were among them. Armed in a tank top, cropped pants, and flip-flops, for the first time in so long I felt warm.
Warm.
Saturday morning I went into the gym, trained within an inch of my life and stretched my muscles tight. Then I did something for myself-I went to the park and sat outside in the sunshine, armed with a book and a sandwich, a pair of sunglasses and an attitude.
I laid down in the grass, feeling the heat soak through my clothes. Rolling about in the grass, I decided I wanted to linger there a while, so I went into a nearby store and splashed out on a fleece blanket. I walked back into the park, laying down in the middle of the park, in the middle of the sun. I couldn't believe the heaven that I felt, the warmth on my skin, the niblets of chill completely erased from my skin. I wondered if the sun had made its way into my bloodstream, not unlike the red patterns in my eyelids that I saw with my eyes closed.
The horrible cold agony of my Swedish winter started to melt away just a little, and I stretched every bit of skin that I could towards the sun. My tank top went up, tucked just beneath my bra. My pants edged down to the rolling bone of my hips, while I hiked the trouser legs up over my knee. I scraped the hair from my face, and just lay there, trying to let every molecule of sunlight onto my skin, scalding every inch of me and trying to burn away the agony of the past year.
No one has ever been so invigorated by the sun than I was at that moment.
I was loathe to leave, but two hours passed in the wink of an eye, and I met Lloyd to see "Kill Bill 2". After that we ate ice cream and then went to a pub, sitting in the sun. All around us were people in cropped tops, sleeveless shirts, shorts. And almost every single one of them had a sunburn. I started to laugh, pointing it out, until Lloyd reached over and pressed a short finger onto my upper arm.
And wouldn't you know it-I had a sunburn too.
Later that night he and I downed 3 bottles of New Zealand chardonnay on the balcony. We wanted to be outside, we wanted to be warm. We wanted to not forget what an incredible day it had been here. When it got chilly, we threw on our Gap sweatshirts and continued drinking wine, talking about work, about ourselves, and about our hopes and dreams in life. With Mr. Y not there, he was a little more comfortable talking about his personal life, and in companionable conversation we drank wine and let the sunshine float back off our skin, and dreamt of more.
Of course, the hangovers we had on Sunday prevented us going out into the sunshine, but the windows were open, my sunburn is fading, and I ache for the sun still.
-H.
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Mr PH loves summer. Skimpy tops, and short shorts.
Hates winter because women wear too many clothes
Posted by: melanie at April 26, 2004 09:35 AM (jDC3U)
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green with envy? nooooo.
yesterday was sunny in town, we wandered around kungsträgården and painted in the kids library in kulturhuset, but seriously, april 25th and you still need a jacket and to avoid the shadowed side of the street.
sweden, crikey.
Posted by: rob at April 26, 2004 12:13 PM (TUcHG)
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Now don't be getting TOO much sun Miss Helen (that's my paternal voice). We don't want anymore Basal Cell or Squima (sp?) Cell spots.
I have the same problem...fair skin and a desire to be outside. Stay healthy
Posted by: Solomon at April 26, 2004 01:19 PM (t5Pi1)
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I love the summer for exactly that reason. My sunburn has already peeled...
Posted by: Clancy at April 26, 2004 01:28 PM (EGVPL)
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"sunshine of my love" - there's a reason for that line
Often I think I'd like to be a cat, sleeping in the sunshine on the windowsill.
I hope you get to enjoy many more sunny afternoons, hon.
Posted by: Courtney at April 26, 2004 01:36 PM (ISNgk)
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"molecule of sunlight". photon, H, photon. Ok, Ok. Poetic license, I get it:-)
Posted by: Roger at April 26, 2004 02:47 PM (8S2fE)
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It's funny...
I grew up in Miami. But I can honestly say I never appreciated the sun until I moved up north. That doesn't make me want to move back down to Miami. It makes me happy I have enough changes in my weather now that I can appreciate the sun.
Posted by: Amynah at April 26, 2004 03:13 PM (tqQaS)
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I always wondered how you stood Swedish winters. I don't think I could.
Posted by: ilyka at April 26, 2004 03:47 PM (WmkAC)
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It was a very pleasant weekend this weekend in our part of the world (I live quite near to Helen) and I'm glad you could enjoy it. Unfortunately I was a bit ill this weekend so I was housebound, but I do have fantastic views out of my big windows so with the sun streaming in it was nice.
Posted by: Ollie at April 26, 2004 07:37 PM (SPdzF)
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I love the summer, but I always get a crick in my neck from swiveling my head too fast. My wife takes it all in stride. She says that when I stop noticing pretty girls then she'll be able to collect that life insurance on me.
Warmth is a matter of perspective. When I first moved back to MO from TX, I found the summer to be just pleasantly warm, without being oppressive. Now I'm acclimated, and the TX summer is just unbearable.
Also, do you notice that when it's 65 in April everyone rushes too put on shorts & t-shirts, but when it gets to 65 in September everyone puts on sweaters?
(Incidentally, last week it got to 90 here, and I turned on the A/C. Today it was 55, and it's going down to 40 tonight. Weather in the midwest is never dull.)
Posted by: Easy at April 26, 2004 10:59 PM (oQKRL)
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British sun is just so lovely when it arrives! Enjoy, but WEAR SUNSCREEN
Posted by: nisi at April 27, 2004 01:43 AM (D2Gk8)
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POMY summer? That's an oxymoron. Well enjoy it, it will soon be over. ;-)
Regarding your post from a few posts back about POMs taking the piss out of Americans. As an Anglo-American expatriate I have to agree with most of the whinges people have about the States. I mean we're talking about a bunch of people who elected Ronald Reagan and now George W. Ok they didn't elect George W but still... almost half the voters voted for him! Res ipsa loquitur I say.
But... it seems extremely unfair that one of the intelligent minority such as yourself would bare the brunt of all this. After all, those few Americans who do travel and who (gasp) live abroad tend to be exceptionally special and cosmopolitan because they've gone to such an unusual effort. They/you deserve extra credit: not scorn!
Also, that Ralph fellow sounds a touch defensive. Perhaps he feels a bit inadequate about POMY technology ;-)
And by the way, even though I much prefer Australia to the States American diseases are catching on here. People are driving more and walking less, eating more junk food and watching more television and reading less etc etc. I reckon much the same thing's happening in POMY land. Whilst I'm at it, I am impressed by the number of Australians who'v been abroad even though their country is almost a large as the States (in square milage) and talk about expensive airfares (14 hours to the US West Coat, 20+ to the E Coast or 20+ hours to Europe/UK)!
And by the way, just in case you need some extra examples of why we Americans are the laughing/crying stock of the World, I'll leave you with this article from the Guardian about US Christian fundamentalists and their influence on the Bush Admin (have you ever actually seen these people in Texas? Can you offer tips on how to spot them in case they try to blow something up?!)Do they really think that we're going to be devoured by frogs and locusts and that they'll all float up out of our clothes and get to watch?!
http://www.guardian.co.uk/comment/story/0,3604,1195568,00.html
Posted by: Steve P at April 27, 2004 04:57 AM (KvWin)
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Steve-why DO they call the English Poms? As in Pomeranians? Pomegranates? pom-poms?
Posted by: Helen at April 27, 2004 06:52 AM (Wv8ae)
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hope you don't mind me butting in:
poms...
pomegranates. sailors used to have to eat them to avoid scurvy, also why brits are called limies, because limes and pomegranates are rich in vitamin c by the way, vit c deficiency leads to scurvy.
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Posted by: Roger at April 27, 2004 11:47 AM (ebRjU)
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I know exactly what you mean, Helen. I lived too many years in Buffalo to ever go through a Northern winter again. I'll take Georgia, thankee very much. :-)
Steve P - The Guardian? Wow, it must be true then. Oh, wait a second...it hasn't been picked up by the National Enquirer yet. I always wait until NE runs a Guardian story before I'll believe it. You know, second source and all that.
Ass.
Posted by: Jim at April 27, 2004 01:20 PM (IOwam)
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First warm day of the year and you end up sunburned?
You've become more English than you realise!
Posted by: Gareth at April 29, 2004 10:24 AM (NHA9E)
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It's not a Guardian story, it's an opinion article by the writer George Monbiot, and the only thing I can see wrong with it is that it's not saying anything we didn't already know.
Posted by: angel at April 29, 2004 10:47 PM (zfiwL)
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Angel, how did we get so far away from the content of a Helen post that starts out: "The summer months must be heaven for men"?
Your now going to quibble over whether a luny out-of-context-with-the-post-and-other-comments political comment has a link to the Guardian or the opinion of a guy who wrote for...uh...the Guardian? Sheesh!
I know a guy who always likes to talk about bodily functions including with real time emphasis, flatulence. No matter what you talk about he brings the subject around to his favorite topic. Should I send him the url of your blog so he can comment off your topics and on his?
Posted by: Roger at April 30, 2004 02:19 AM (8S2fE)
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Eh. Whatever. If one can't see the difference between political *reporting* and political *opinion*, I can't help.
Often the good thing about allowing comments is the conversation that ensues. Besides, your reply to my reply was also off-topic regarding sunshine--by your own logic, you shouldn't have typed it at all.
Send your fart guy over, but I warn you--he might be on-topic more often than not
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April 24, 2004
Big Day
I have much planned for today-first I am going to haul my ass off to the gym (bikini season is upon us!) then my iPod, the
book I bought on recommendation from
Simon, and myself are going to sit outside in the park and soak up every inch of sun that my body can get in contact with.
But I was thinking about something, and an email from someone triggered an idea. I haven't re-capped my life from this blog for a long time, so perhaps I should do.
-I am a 30-year-old American living and working in England, who came here by way of Sweden, where I worked for 4 and a half years.
-I have two ex-husbands, one of whom I don't talk about, and one of whom I do. I'm like Ross without the penis and the dinosaur jokes, I guess. The second husband (who I call X Partner Unit), ironically, hurts more than the first. Actually, that breakup just hurts, full stop.
-The first great love of my life was a man named Kim. We were together for 4 years, and then we weren't. I always knew we would be back together again-for surely, that's what love is about, right?-but then he intervened with our plans, by dying on me.
-I am on Life Number 6. The first 5 lives I have lived since April 1, 1974, are all radically different and equally important to me.
-I lost my job from Company X in Sweden on November 19, 2003. It was one of the worst days of my life, which kicked off the worst period of my life. I have a new job, which I call Dream Job.
-I started this blog as cheap therapy, as one year ago I tried to kill myself.
-I am with a wonderful man, one who makes me happy (and has the potential to make me utterly miserable, too). I call him Mr. Y. And I can't live without him.
-Half of my family lives in Dallas, the other half live in Seattle. And the Dallas Stars, despite what you may think from the play-offs, are the best hockey team in the whole wide world.
-I am very confused, I have a lot of issues (the search string for that one would bring my site down!) and I am just trying to figure out who I am and what I am all about.
In the meantime, I blog. And I love it. And I hope you do, too.
-H.
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Christ, Helen. Just Christ. I didn't know that had happened to you.
But I can tell you--and meaning no disrespect against her--what I think the difference between you and Layne is: You've set boundaries. May she be able to herself one day as well.
But you, you go and get all you can get out of life #6.
Posted by: ilyka at April 24, 2004 09:58 AM (BtG01)
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wow.
I'm glad you love your blog. I do. I love yours. I love mine too.
And I know just what you mean about blogging being cheap therapy. I had to give up my counsellor, I couldn't afford her. My blog is way cheaper!
Posted by: melanie at April 24, 2004 10:15 AM (jDC3U)
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Beyond a doubt. Love it.
Posted by: pam at April 24, 2004 12:11 PM (l6NIn)
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It sounds like this blog has helped you a great deal and you certainly seem to enjoy it. For what it's worth, I enjoy reading it, as I'm sure we all do. And if this helps you comes to terms with your life and yourself whilst you're having fun with it, then all the better. I mean I think counselling helps me (you see, all of us internet people are messed up freaks with issues), but I certainly don't enjoy it, so perhaps on balance blogging is actually better.
Posted by: Ollie at April 24, 2004 12:18 PM (jNGI9)
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Hi Helen - I love your blog. This is my first time commenting on it. But the Stars are the best? Ha ha ha ha
Go Wings!
Posted by: Hockey at April 24, 2004 05:34 PM (LMcW2)
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H. -- You mean so much to so many, myself included. For over 3 months now I have read 3 blogs faithfully each day, yours being one of them. While I have added more each day to my list of "have to reads", yours will always continue to be in my top 3.
PS> It is always your place to comment on my blog (good or bad, I am old I can take it) and in the lives of me and my family. Whether you like it or not we have adopted you!
Just some thoughts from an old........
Posted by: greyheadedatranger at April 24, 2004 10:34 PM (AiWU/)
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Ah, just how long can "bikini season" last in the UK? days? weeks? =)
Posted by: Dane at April 25, 2004 03:35 PM (ncyv4)
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Wow. So much has happened to you in your 30 years. You seem to be a strong woman. You're an inspiration. And for putting it so well in words. You have a gift. Takecare and Godbless.
Posted by: Vikkicar at April 25, 2004 05:07 PM (flzR/)
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i do! i love it! keep writing dear girl. you're giving us all cheap therapy. :-)
Posted by: kat at April 25, 2004 07:42 PM (FhSIP)
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Thanks for the recap. but the project continues :-)
Really, I have no life...
Posted by: Easy at April 25, 2004 10:13 PM (oQKRL)
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I love your blog
Sorry dear, but the Stars suck. Ahem, despite what you may thing from the play-offs...the Canucks are the best hockey team in the whole wide world. Muwahahahahaha!
Posted by: Laura at April 25, 2004 11:38 PM (bEOor)
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H,
Your life seems infinitely happier than when I first found my way here. Your loyal fans couldn't be happier for you!
I do hope you keep blogging for a long time to come, little flame. How else would I start my mornings?
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April 23, 2004
That's All I Can Stand!
Since moving here, I've noticed that some people have a very unique way of dealing with humor-they are rather self-deprecating, but above all, they like to have a go at each other. This is called "taking the piss", and it basically amounts to light ribbing and joking around. It can, on occasion, get to be a lot bigger than that. The closer friends you are with someone (and therefore more comfortable that they won't take offense), the harder the teasing.
Now, this teasing is usually about something that someone can't change, their appearance, their attitude, something like that. You can't take the piss out of someone for coming from, say, Nigeria or China or India, since that would be construed as racist. They don't really make fun of Australians or New Zealanders (once you get past the sheep jokes that the Welsh and Scottish face, anyway). There is really only one country where it's absolutely ok to make fun of a person, and in fact it will be an Olympic blood sport debuting in Greece this year.
It's ok to make fun of the Americans.
And if you get a group of English together and there is one American there, the pack mentality sets in and it takes mere seconds to get the hounds ready to release.
Mr. Y and Lloyd absolutely love to have a go at me for being American. It is relentless, and it occurs almost every night. Occasionally it makes me very angry, but it is pointless to get upset since it only feeds their lust for blood, and the truth is I really don't mind since they really don't mean it. I get it all-when they hear Americans on TV, they start bleating "Wah....wah...". This, since Americans are known for being nasal and whiny, so they call us the Wah Wahs. I am used to this one, only I have to try to control the two of them doing it in public.
Or about the fact that people around me feel the need to say the town, then the comma, then the country. They think it's hilarious that in the US we say "Birmingham, Alabama" or "Dallas, Texas." They would just say "Birmingham", or "Dallas". I have tried to impress upon them that we don't always say it, and we generally only say it when we are talking about smaller towns that others may not know about, like "Killeen, Texas" and "St. Charles, Louisiana." But it's no good-now they say the city, the country, and they say the word "comma", so I get: "I believe the factory is in Atlanta, comma, Georgia." Or "It's being broadcast from Washington, comma, D.C."
And so on.
I get it all the time. From Mr. Y's stepmother about how fat Americans are. From Lloyd that we call it a supermarket (it called "the shops" here). From Mr. Y with the wah wah jokes. From Jeremy Clarkson on TV. From Alex that Americans can't pronounce English names correctly (don't fall into the trap: Leicester is not pronounced "Lie-chester". It's "Lester".) From Mr. Y's pub mates on Tuesday that 80% of Americans don't have passports.
Let's talk about that one-why should we? I mean, I remember when I would scrape together enough money once a year to fly to Europe. It was all I looked forward to, and I was so fucking broke the rest of the time, and others around me would ask: Why do you want to go to Europe? I would reply: It's such an adventure, don't you want to go away with your vacation? To which I would get a shrug and hear: Nope. We're putting in a pool.
The U.S. is enormous. You want a type of topography, you can get it there. Not to mention that families are spread out and holidays are spent visiting them. And the fact that you have to sell a kidney to pay for flights in the U.S. for your family. And above all that we only have 2 weeks holiday, which in most companies you can't take consecutively. So no-we don't really travel (for better or for worse), but I don't think it's because of lack of desire, more like logistics.
It doesn't piss me off, really-I know that they're just joking and I shouldn't take offense. Sometimes it gets on my nerves and Mr. Y knows when I reach that level (which doesn't mean he backs off, but at least he knows he's reached my threshold.) But I have limits too, one of which was reached this week.
I had a meeting with Dream Job people-many of whom I know, some of whom I don't-and we were talking about gerbil standards. Gerbil standards are different between the US and Europe, and so we were trying to determine which standards fit here (this conversation makes way more sense with telecoms terms, but since I think some details should be withheld...)
A grumpy old goat looked up at me. "The Americans use brown gerbils, and we all know that the English grey gerbils are far more superior."
"Actually, Ralph," I reply, smiling tightly, "the Americans have grey gerbils, too."
He snorted, and I watched his white nose hair quiver from the effort. "Well, they're only copying the English. The American gerbils couldn't get their gerbil wheel rolling if someone added a machine to it."
This guy was getting on my nerves. "I disagree Ralph. The American gerbils are just as productive as the English ones. Studies show that they just operate differently."
He snorted again, and looked at his fellow compatriots, who were grinning in support of him. "It's just because someone has a gun on them, that's the only reason American gerbils work. They only work 4 hours a day, the English ones work way more than that."
He laughed heartily at his joke. Something inside of me snapped-I'm ok with gentle ribbing, but this was just too much. He's not my friend, he doesn't know me, and he and his "jokes" could just fuck off.
I swiveled slowly in my chair towards him. I felt my manager's hand go on my shoulder, and he murmered "Easy, Helen." I looked Ralph in the eye.
"Ralph, the American gerbils have been specified to work within 6 hours of each 12 hour shift. In England, the specifications are similar however there are issues with gerbil muscles which makes it impossible to get this done, although work is being done to remedy this. Now, we can talk about this, but if you continue to sit there and insult my country, you can just talk to yourself, as I will be leaving the room. You finished now?"
The room was aghast-they hadn't ever seen my get annoyed at the piss taking of America.
Raplh nodded, we moved on, and people knew then that I have limits too. By all means, take the piss out of things that you think are cute or that don't offend. But don't start that "my country is superior" crap, or I am outta' here. No country is better than another one. We are all just different.
-H.
PS-Mr. Y is away this weekend to visit his kids. Lloyd and I are going to see that "Passion" movie and "Kill Bill 2", but I will likely be blogging since I will be lonely
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you are so right about the way the British tease people!
I cant really comment as i am pretty merciless about he Americans too, i dont know why but they do suffer at the hands of the British alot!
Abs x
Posted by: abs at April 23, 2004 10:01 AM (lnpfn)
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Americans are sooooo cute when they get pissed off. :-)
The only thing you can do is give it back to them, which is what you did. It will make them think you're a pushy American and re-enforce their stereotypes, but that's their loss, not yours. Or just not give a sh!t, which is what the British call "turning the other cheek". Given America is the world's superpower and economic powerhouse, and Britain is a pale shadow of its former glory, you can just consider it all a bad case of inferiority complex.
Posted by: Simon at April 23, 2004 10:14 AM (OyeEA)
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Woohoo! well done Helen!
*said while wearing plaid shorts, a striped T-Shirt, black socks and white tennis shoes, waving two mini american flags, and two more stuck in the brim of my truckers cap*
Posted by: Dane at April 23, 2004 12:06 PM (ncyv4)
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I've never been good at the superiority game. Unfortunately, I get it all the time, especially since moving down to Georgia. All of the people that I knew up North have a grand time explaining to me that my friends and neighbors are inbred and illiterate. Sorry, I've lived in the South for most of my life... I love stereotypes.
Crap, the sarcasm key isn't working.
Posted by: amber at April 23, 2004 01:28 PM (iJZeQ)
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To be honest, I have never been around too many british people. But I have been in large groups of Canadian people and they seem to have a similar attitude about Americans. There are quite a few ironies to this:
1. They happen to be either attending American schools or working for American companies at the time.
2. They all plan to STAY and make AMERICAN MONEY.
My favorite is the debate we have about the terms "writing an exam" versus the american "taking an exam".
But to show how Americans never take it lying down, you have people like my fiancee and brother who are surrounded by Canadians, making jokes about their inferiority complex
Posted by: Amynah at April 23, 2004 01:44 PM (tqQaS)
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H,
Feel free to point out America's superior dental coverage. Or just that we have some.
This is so yesterday, but still:
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/object.cgi?object=/chronicle/pictures/2004/04/22/dd_pogues.jpg&paper=gate&file=ddish.DTL&directory=/gate/archive/2004/04/21&type=entertainment
Posted by: Paul at April 23, 2004 01:53 PM (bWfDG)
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Ok, had a big long reply lined up ... can't be bothered ... started rambling ... will try again later ... *cough*whocolonisedyou*cough*
;-)
Posted by: Rob at April 23, 2004 01:55 PM (kXZI6)
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I don't know why they were ribbing you about 80% of Americans not having passports.
Some would argue that's a blessing
Posted by: Gareth at April 23, 2004 02:01 PM (NHA9E)
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Don't need a passport. I can get made fun of right here in the good ol' U.S. of A. Why spend thousands of dollars, risk my life on a plane, fly 9 hours, and stand in eternal Customs lines just to be made fun of? I can get that here for free
(This is written with a sarcastic, humorous tone...didn't want to be accused of being whiny) Who in their right mind would look at "Leicester" and pronounce it "Lester"? Who? There's no grammatical rule of thumb that says "ice" in a word that starts with "l" is silent. If they went around pronouncing "lice" as "l", I'd admit that I should have figured out Leicester is pronounced Lester. In the absence of that, just admit it's a terrible spelling. (end of sarcasm)
Some foreigners make fun of Americans for not visiting all the wonderful spots in America, and now I find we're being made fun of for not having (and I presume not using) a passport. If we made both of those groups happy, a third group would make fun of us for traveling so much
What's a country to do?
*cough*whokickedyouout*cough*
Posted by: Solomon at April 23, 2004 02:08 PM (t5Pi1)
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Here's the thing...in Europe you can't go 500 miles in any single direction without needing a passport. In the USA you can't go 500 miles and need one.
Passion and Kill Bill2, eh? From what I hear they have about the same amount of gore. Hehe
Posted by: Jim at April 23, 2004 02:13 PM (IOwam)
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Helen you make a good point about the 80% thing. And I for one will never mistake one person with an entire countries population. But... when did the President of the USA get his passport? When was the first time he travelled and saw a bit of the world? I think a person in his position should... :-). Miguel.
Posted by: msd at April 23, 2004 02:29 PM (d77j0)
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If they get on your nerves, remind them of the fact that we kicked the riff raff out of our country quite some time ago, something called the American Revolution. Then out of the kindness of our hearts we bailed them out of two world wars.
Posted by: pylorns at April 23, 2004 02:32 PM (FTYER)
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For the English folk, who will know where this comes from:
Whatever you do, don't mention the war!
Posted by: Helen at April 23, 2004 02:36 PM (Pko0F)
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Not to be the typical American on this site, but I have to disagree with you, Helen, about how no country is better than any other. This country is the greatest country that has ever existed on earth. This is in terms of military might, economic power, and the simple yet elusive quality of giving the most freedom to the most people. We've saved the world from totalitarianism twice in the last century alone. It's also the longest lasting continuous democracy in existence.
They can make fun of us all they want. Because, where would they be without us, the good ol' US of A? The smallest f-ing province in the Russian Empire!
Posted by: Jiminy at April 23, 2004 02:51 PM (3pfkH)
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As an American datinga Brit, the phrase "taking the piss" really confuses me. Here, if you are poking fun at someone, you're "giving them shit." It would seem to me that it should be "giving the piss," since the person you are making fun of is the one
taking the piss. Does that make sense to anyone but me? I just don't understand.
Posted by: amy t. at April 23, 2004 03:42 PM (xKhv0)
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1. If British people didn't need a passport to go on a booze cruise to France or a weekend in Ibiza, 80% of them wouldn't have passports either.
2. Leicester. Leice= "less", ster= "ster." Ergo, Less-ster. Lester.
3. They won't stop, ever. Simon is right that they'll now think you're a pushy American. He's also right that it's their loss.
4. God forbid if you say "math" instead of "maths." God forbid if you make a sandwich without putting butter on both pieces of bread first. God forbid if you don't think it's weird to drive more than 2 hours to get somewhere. British people are delightfully petty about stupid things.
5. You'll notice soon that nobody in this country has any common sense.
6. Despite all of this, Jiminy is wrong.
Posted by: angel at April 23, 2004 03:49 PM (VDG65)
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Oh, you kill me! (I love that you replace the names of telecomm tech gadgets with "hamster" or "gerbil," btw. It just makes it funnier to read.)
I don't doubt the guy was surprised by your reaction. They're used to Americans abroad being good-natured about the joking. For all we sometimes get slapped with the label "culturally insensitive," most Americans I know who are traveling to Europe do take some time to try to learn a little bit about where they're going, what the customs are, etc. And most of them, to borrow the British expression, stiffen the upper lip in preparation, because they know they're going to get some teasing about their origins. It goes with the territory.
On the other hand, I'd like the British to tell me why I should save my money, endure the hassles of intercontinental flight, renew the passport, exchange the currency, and spend two weeks' worth of hard-eared money in the U.K. to be mocked and derided.
I mean, really. I can get that treatment just traveling to New York.
Posted by: ilyka at April 23, 2004 03:54 PM (aRvmH)
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Oh how I wish we Americans and our country were respected more....
Posted by: Rebecca at April 23, 2004 04:59 PM (ZHfdF)
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LOL...In New Zealand we say we are getting *on the piss* (drinking) then we get pissed (drunk).In the US if I say Im pissed,it means Im angry!
And I think its funny here the way ppl say Shawnee, Oklahoma or Kansas city,Kansas(?),I mean..where else would Kansas city be!
And Im amazed at the only 2 wks holidays..as you say Helen,how far can you get in a week at a time.
I laughed at mother-in-law calling you Helena..maybe its a posh English thing
Posted by: butterflies at April 23, 2004 05:05 PM (karT6)
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While serving with the British Army I had to remind them that we had a "London" in 12 states, a "Paris" in 9 states, and not to mention a Washington in 14 states, a Washington state, and a Washington, DC (plus several thousand other dupl-, tri-, quad-, cations, etc.).
You did well, like others I found that sporting back with good taste in humorous bantering built on our friendships but bad taste (ie no putting down the Queen for them and no putting down our patriotism/love for our country for us) was grounds for instant rebutal and potential loss of friendship.
And H, I have to agree with you, just as no state in the good old USA is better than any other, no country is better than any other (even France, which I personnaly despise, has some saving graces). Pride in one's land is great, over zealousness breeds agressive nationalistic behavior.
Standing proud in Killeen, Texas with just a few thoughts from an old......
Posted by: greyheadedstranger at April 23, 2004 05:32 PM (cFRpq)
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I was exonerated, Mr. Grey Headed Stranger, when in Scotland Mr. Y and I stopped in Dallas, Scotland.
I even have the pics to prove it.
Posted by: Helen at April 23, 2004 05:47 PM (ks9vS)
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In response to the city comma state thing, I don't think many folks realize just how big it is here. Kansas City was mentioned, there are 4 of them, only one in Kansas. I live in Pasadena, CA, there are 4 other Pasadena's in the US. When you understand that California alone is over 3 times larger than England, you start to see why we reuse city names, and why the comma state is needed. Of course we could have just made up new interesting ways to spell names, but then we would have had a whole shitload of towns like Zzyzx, CA. I would love to hear that pronounced in the Queens English, HEH
Posted by: Dane at April 23, 2004 05:59 PM (ncyv4)
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OK, here are the thoughts of a scummy Brit, if you don't mind hearing them.
1. Take the piss out of the Queen or my country or anything else for all I care, it really doesn't bother me.
To be honest, I don't agree that Americans are the only nationality that British people 'take the piss' out of, although I do accept that SOME Brits reserve special piss taking extremity for Americans. Maybe it depends where you are, but I've experienced first hand the French, Germans, Aussies, New Zealanders and of course all the British nationalities like Welsh and English having the piss taken out of them. Deriding the French is a national pastime. Personally, I prefer self-deprecation, as Heather can probably confirm. Self-deprecation doesn't hurt anyone, whilst sticking with the cultural tendency to take the piss. And I can laugh at myself. I'm a useless freak. I find that amusing.
As for the term 'taking the piss', I'll explain the origins.
It originated in the Second World War I think, and it derives from the 'deflated' feeling you get after having the piss taken. Piss taken = deflated = you have been mocked. Taking the mickey or mick, which is a milder version of taking the piss, is Cockney rhyming slang for taking the piss. Taking the piss = taking the Mickey Bliss = taking the Mickey or mick. I hope that clears it up. I never understood it before either.
And as far as I can gather, British people have mocked others for eternity. I don't know why, I can't explain that, however, it is a very difficult cultural trap to escape. It's such a large part of our upbringing. So in essence, I'm saying don't blame us as such, we didn't choose to be born British, it's the way we're brought up. And if someone says to me they don't like having the piss taken, I stop. Simple as that. I'm not in the business of hurting people. I also don't think it's an inferiority complex, and that's the honest truth. If anything, people, especially the Australians, hate what they deem as British arrogance. A lot of those typical little Englander Brits that I know have an enormous superiority complex. Personally, I think this country is a bit of a dump, and I don't feel I want to 'prove' the worth of the UK as a country. However, I do love our countryside and our buildings and such, in fact that's what I like about Europe as a whole. The people? Bastards.
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'2. Leicester. Leice= "less", ster= "ster." Ergo, Less-ster. Lester.' That's much better...NOT!
Who would look at "Leice" and get "less"? 2 rules of thumb: 1) when 2 vowels go walking, the 1st one does the talking, and 2) "i" before "e" except after "c", or when sounded as "a" as in neighbor or weigh. Rule 1 would suggest the 1st "e" is sounded, the "i" is silent, and the 2nd "e" makes the 1st "e" long; so Leice=Lease. Rule 2 would simply give the "ei" the "a" sound, so Leice=Lace.
It's your/their language; do what you want. But don't have a word that doesn't fit the main rule and is even an exception to the exception, and then make fun of US for not getting it right the first time
By the way I stayed in Leicester for 10 days back in '87 and loved it and the people...but not the spelling
Different nationalities, pronunciations, and slang terms sure can be fun
Posted by: Solomon at April 23, 2004 06:58 PM (t5Pi1)
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Place names are difficult, because they often came about in times where letters were used in different ways to how they are used now. For example, f used to mean s and vice versa. In fact, standard English and received pronunciation are relatively new things, which coincided with when the first dictionaries were becoming widely distributed. I would guess it's a 18th century invention, standard English, but that's just a guess. For interest's sake, Leicester as a name is first recorded around the 10th century, and it was originally Ligera ceaster, meaning (Roman) fort of the people of Ligore, the Ligore being a tribe who were around at the time. Over time, with different letters being used and different pronunciations being attached to certain letters, that became Leicester pronounced Lester. Strictly speaking, not fitting in with the current 'rules' of English, but place names are an exception because they have evolved in times before a standardised English and before standardised pronunciations. I agree though, silly to take the piss out of mispronunciation of that,especially if you've never heard it spoken.
Posted by: Ollie at April 23, 2004 07:09 PM (jNGI9)
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Oh boy, that must be a blast hanging out with a bunch of people all ripping on you all the time. Wheeee. A cavalcade of fun.
Need some return fire?
- When the English go on vacation they become like women at a restaurant, they can't go anywhere alone, they have to travel in even numbered packs.
- People go blind from accidentally staring straight at an Englishmen's pasty white knees.
- Without the US, the UK would be some European country's bitch.
- At least we don't have hooligans who live for nothing but going to socc-er-football matches so they can kick the stuffing out of other hooligans.
- At least American's know how to cook other things than intestines and snouts.
And if you really want to rub them.
- At least America has a president, England is going to have a gay king (not that there's anything wrong with being gay).
Posted by: Johnny Huh? at April 23, 2004 07:19 PM (YkElu)
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Excellent rebut Ollie. I truly was just having fun as there are plenty of U.S. cities with odd spellings since they derived from other languages: American Indian (take your pick), Hawaiian, Eskimo, French, Dutch, Spanish, and others.
When it comes to spelling, exceptions are the rule.
Posted by: Solomon at April 23, 2004 07:32 PM (t5Pi1)
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As you know, Helen, I've commented on my blog about this entry and about what people have been commenting...
Posted by: hetty at April 23, 2004 07:35 PM (zyqdt)
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That's OK Solomon, I knew that. I just like gibbering on about stuff.
Johnny, can I just say:
"When the English go on vacation they become like women at a restaurant, they can't go anywhere alone, they have to travel in even numbered packs."
LOL! That is so true. Hilarious observation.
However:
"- At least American's know how to cook other things than intestines and snouts."
I think the country that gave the world McDonalds is on pretty dodgy ground with a statement like this.
Posted by: Ollie at April 23, 2004 07:43 PM (jNGI9)
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It's a pretty unsophisticated mind that takes a country's television characters and politicians as indicators of what its people are really like. There's all this talk among Europeans (I've heard it too) about Americans being stupid, oversexed, crass, etc. But man, you're watching Baywatch and Friends and reruns of 90210! I'm sure everyone in England is
just like those kooks on Fawlty Towers....
Also, w/r/t the misconception that Americans get the spelling and pronunciations of English words "wrong" because we're just idiots: Early Americans deliberately changed the spellings of many English words to differentiate the American language from the Queen's English. And from there, language and pronunciation evolve within regional dialects.
Posted by: erin at April 23, 2004 09:22 PM (1KL5M)
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Well, I've had about four glasses of wine at my local gasthaus, so who knows how coherent this will be.
I had the same thing in NZ - they call it tall poppy syndrome. As I've probably said before in a comment, I finally lost it after fifteen minuets of boring discussion about how they'd kicked our nuclear sub out of their harbor. Har! Har! We showed you Americans, horrible imperialist people. My husband had to pull me out the door frothing after I'd expounded on the fact that NZ wasn't even a blip on the U.S. radar screen, most of us got them confused with Australia, what's the difference anyway, and so forth. They didn't bring it up again.
My favorite reply belongs to two reservists that I sent down to Salzburg for the weekend. Both lovely Southern gentlemen from South Carolina trying to have a quiet beer. The Austrians attacked them verbally about Bush, etc. The reservists listened quietly, then said" Well we wish we could reply in kind, but no American knows who the president of Austria is - what does that tell you!?!"
Posted by: Oda Mae at April 23, 2004 09:25 PM (fgJRU)
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To be fair, I have heard my fair share of talk from Americans saying what "smelly, horrible, cheese-eating surrender monkeys the French are or various other national stereotypes.
Let's just say each country, each religion, each race, each town, each family, even each person, has a segment that is a bit twatty.
Posted by: Ollie at April 23, 2004 09:29 PM (jNGI9)
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If there's one thing we can agree on, it's that there are gits in all nations!
Look, anywhere you go, there are going to be dumbasses who think that their moral and/or national superiority entitles them to mock those who are different from them. It's not limited to the British, though certainly Helen's getting her fair share at the moment. There is no place on earth where dumbfuckery has been eliminated!
Good on you, Helen, for keeping the conversation work-related. That's not easy when you're being bashed. May I recommend note-taking to yourself when those fools are speaking? It keeps you balanced and provides a distraction.
Posted by: Kaetchen at April 23, 2004 10:27 PM (1nMRx)
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Kaetchen and Ollie nailed it, really-there are gits in every nation.
Many of whom I dated in my twenties.
By the way-if you haven't seen that"Passion" movie? Um...don't. Keep your 6 dollars/pounds/Euros and just watch someone beat a lump of hamburger.
Same effect.
Posted by: Helen at April 23, 2004 10:48 PM (SXiZK)
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That's what I had heard about "The Passion".
Oh and BTW, before I forget to mention it, Jeremy Clarkson = berk.
Posted by: Ollie at April 23, 2004 11:15 PM (jNGI9)
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I always love when they drag out the passport statistic. Well, if I couldn't back up my car without crossing a border, I guess I'd need a passport, too, but things are on a different scale here. Plus, you don't need a passport to go to Canada. But the comment on how we give the names of our states with our cities surprised me; I hadn't heard that was thought of as odd before. Maybe they don't understand: 50 independent republics, baby! Despite the "new federalism," every state is different (I'm a big states' rights advocate). From the outside it probably all looks like the United States. I was a New Yorker stranded in Arkansas last week, and I may as well have been in Bosnia for all I had in common with the locals.
Posted by: CJ at April 23, 2004 11:44 PM (wg6HJ)
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I saw "Kill Bill 2" Didn't see the "Passion" and from yours and other friends recommendation I probably won't. It just didn't appeal to me to see a Hollywood depiction of the crucifixion of Christ. From Hollywood all I want is entertainment; like Tarantino gory jokes and cliche dialog. And maybe enjoy 'viewing' Uma, Daryl Hannah, Charlize Theron, Halle Berry, Izabella Scorupco, Annabella Sciorra, etc.
Posted by: Roger at April 24, 2004 12:10 AM (8S2fE)
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Ollie, point well taken on the US giving McNasties to the world. And I needed the laugh on this Friday afternoon!
Posted by: Johnny Huh? at April 24, 2004 12:55 AM (YkElu)
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Actually, just as a point of order:
My country is
way better than anyone else's. Seriously. It's amazing.
Posted by: Joshua at April 24, 2004 12:57 AM (vNkaO)
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I don't get how anybody can hate Americans simply for being American, when essentially every other country has had an input to the population. For what it's worth, I like Americans (but I coouldn't eat a whole one !).
Posted by: Pam at April 24, 2004 04:52 AM (b46Uz)
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Solomon said:
"Who would look at "Leice" and get "less"? . . . Rule 2 would simply give the "ei" the "a" sound, so Leice=Lace."
Yeah, I know it's a bit odd, but I was trying to show how the word can have two syllables (even if you don't agree with the first vowel sound).
It's the same with Worcester. It's not Wor-chess-ster, it's Worse-ster, because you have
worce="worse" + ster="ster"
so "Worse-ster"--two syllables.
Same with Gloucester:
Glouce="gloss" + ster="ster"
so "Gloss-ster," not "Glow-chess-ster"
While "Glouce" might not look like it should be "gloss," we can agree that it should definitely be one syllable.
Posted by: angel at April 25, 2004 09:19 PM (zfiwL)
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Next time they comma you, off-handedly mention that IF there were any "British Empire" left, perhaps they, too, would use city-comma-province for the shear necessity to differentiate between all of the duplication in city names. Kinda like the "Colonies."
::snark::
Posted by: Carlene at April 26, 2004 06:30 PM (+qvkR)
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"And I think its funny here the way ppl say Shawnee, Oklahoma or Kansas city, Kansas(?), I mean..where else would Kansas city be!"
Missouri
Posted by: Clancy at April 26, 2004 07:02 PM (EGVPL)
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Just a comment on Americans always saying the state, along with the name. I'm assuming that the cartoon TV show,
The Simpsons is on over there. The show is set in the town of Springfield because there's a town named Springfield in almost all of the 50 states.
Here in St Louis, MO I'm about equidistant from Springfield, IL and Springfield, MO. The city of O'Fallon MO is much closer than O'Fallon IL, but they're both within a tank of gas. Around here, you have to be specific about which state you're talking about.
Posted by: Easy at April 26, 2004 11:14 PM (oQKRL)
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Yayyy Helen! Thanks for sticking up for our gerbils.
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April 22, 2004
The Second Round
Last night Mr. Y and I went for dinner with Y's Mum, Stepfather, brother Alex and his wife Terry, in order to celebrate Y's birthday with his family.
I was terrified.
It took me-and I am not exaggerating-5 attempts at picking the right shirt, flinging pastel Easter-egg colored ones on the bed with each attempt before finally settling on the first shirt I had tried on anyway-before we could leave the house.
And we were running late since we'd decided to have sex before we went.
I am so totally the younger-woman temptress, eh?
Anyway, driving down there I played "Fumbling Towards Ecstasy" (nice chilled out music) while he drove. We were both nervous, wondering how it would go. We finally made it-only half an hour late-to a very nice Indian restaurant outside of Guildford.
We walked in-I had taken Mr. Y's hand, but he had let it go as we reached the glass doors. There were the uber-jury, drinking glasses of wine and chatting.
Gulp.
Y's Mum stood up, and smiled at me. "Hello Helen." she said straight away. "How are you?"
Wow. Talk about a complete turn-around. I smiled nervously back, pleased. "I'm fine, thank you. How are you?"
And so the evening began. We settled in around the table, me next to Mr. Y and across from Mum and Stepdfather, and Alex and Terry at the end of the table. There was much talk, general interest in lives, and Alex and I talked about telecoms for a while as well. There was a moderate amount of ribbing at my American background (more on that tomorrow), but everyone was very nice, friendly, and welcoming.
Made me wonder what I'd done the last time we met to make things ok now, if anything.
There was no mention of Mr. Y's ex, only a few questions about his children (whom Mr. Y is off this weekend to go visit), and then basically questions about work, home, how things are, and a bit of talk about the past (in which Helen tried to pay attention, but simply couldn't. Hard to follow when they're discussing people they were born and raised with!)
Mr. Y was clearly uncomfortable with any kind of physical contact with me, although I was desperate for some kind of sign of affection (sound the pathetic alert, please)-he rubbed my knee under the table and once touched my shoulder with his elbow, but beyond that he was jumpier than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
He promises to work on that.
That's good, since Tactile is my middle name.
At the end of it, full of biriani and Cobra, we all hugged and Mr. Y and I are invited to Alex and Terry's house next weekend, which we will attend. Mum and Stepfather were very kind (although a few times they called me Helena, not sure what that's about). I have to wonder-are they being nice to me out of resignation? Are they being kind since I have shown that I am not the very definition of evil that Mr. Y's ex had possibly painted me to be? Or is it just that maybe they like me a little bit, and think I am ok?
I don't know. All I know is I survived the evening and actually had a nice time.
Sometimes, things even surprise me.
-H.
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Glad it turned out so nicely. I was reading the post waiting for another shoe to drop. Glad it didn't
Posted by: Rebecca at April 22, 2004 01:21 PM (ZHfdF)
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well you got further into the family than I have in over five years! well done!
Posted by: melanie at April 22, 2004 01:27 PM (jDC3U)
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Its a trap...trap a tell ya.
Some people take time to accept change. This may be one of those situations.
Posted by: Drew at April 22, 2004 01:56 PM (CBlhQ)
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Congrats on a fabulous dinner! Meetings like that are always nerve-wracking in general, but with all of the rumours and crap like that, you're so much stronger than I would have been!
I'm so glad everything went well.
Posted by: amber at April 22, 2004 01:56 PM (iJZeQ)
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Guildford huh? i was in Hindhead for work this week - i am going to be your stalker at this rate!
As someone whos 'in laws' took 6 years to accept i can say with true feeling i know how hard it is.
Please remember though Helen having their like and approval is simply icing on the cake and something that would make life and social occasions easier. if they find it hard or are unwilling to try then it is their loss.
I am sure it will all work out in the end.
good luck as always
abs x
Posted by: abs at April 22, 2004 02:14 PM (lnpfn)
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s the new picture taken outside Cameron House?
Posted by: zeno at April 22, 2004 02:27 PM (UbMRd)
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Abs-stalk away!
Zeno-actually that pic was taken outside of the castle in Prague. Looks very Scottish behind me, huh?
Drew-I fear you may be right. Stress on the "fear".
Posted by: Helen at April 22, 2004 02:40 PM (1Hn8U)
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Ever seen 'Boxing Helena'? Let's hope this wasn't a Freudian slip...
Posted by: kyle at April 22, 2004 03:49 PM (blNMI)
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I empathize with Y on the touching with family present. It still gives me the willies to have anybody touch me in front of the fam. Feels wrong somehow. Tuesday night Le Coq rubbed my back briefly in front of my dad. Ack! Contact!
Glad to know that things are going better for you with his family, though. That makes so many things easier!
Posted by: Kaetchen at April 22, 2004 04:42 PM (1nMRx)
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The family situation is going to take time. It took my in-laws several years to start being nice to me, although I had help from my brother-in-law (my wife's sister's husband). He showed them just how badly their daughters could do, and made me look great by comparison. *LOL*
The initial frost was probably due to the loss of Y's wife from the family. I know that my sister would be devastated if I were to divorce my wife. They are great friends. But I also know that she would eventually accept it, and anyone else that I brought into my life.
Just keep in mind that they act the way they do out of their love for Y. Once they see that you share it with them, things will be better. And once Y realizes that things are OK, he'll be better.
But as Kaetchen pointed out, it also may be that he's uncomfortable with any kind of tactile contact around his family. Perhaps this is something you to should discuss between bouts of vigorous sexual activity ;-)
Posted by: Easy at April 22, 2004 04:59 PM (oQKRL)
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Oh goodness. I understand the need for tactile, especially in a situation like that. I'm thrilled it went well for you. Hopefully they see that you're only human too, and are willing to give you a chance. That's what it seems like to me.
Posted by: Talia at April 22, 2004 05:20 PM (v7EC6)
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As far as Mum goes, I would think it is a combination of all the things which is not all bad. Especially 2 out of three are excellent reflections on you while the other is the natural evolution of acceptance. Can't comment on Mr Y's reluctance since I and most of my family are huggers and touchers.
I was stationed with the British Army for three years (yes archi went to a British kindergarten and had a perfect "english" accent..oops I digress) and the vast majority were uncomfortable with public shows of affection. Just some thoughts from an old.......
Posted by: greyheadedstranger at April 22, 2004 05:26 PM (AlS1Q)
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yay for happy surprises. i wish you many more. xoxoxo
Posted by: kat at April 23, 2004 02:05 AM (FhSIP)
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You don't make a fuss when Mr. Y has so many things to work upon yet? Funny, when i kinda avoided meeting my firlfriend's friends, she wasn't so understanding... :-) Had to work on that in a hurry.
By the way, i think the "biriani" is more commonly spelt as "biryani".
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April 20, 2004
The Barber Shop
Saturday night Mr. Y and I were on the couch, watching tv and quaffing a nice sauvignon blanc. Mr. Y walks into the other room and comes back with a pillow, a towel, and a few hidden bits in the pockets of his dressing gown. He spreads the towel on the floor and lays the pillow down and turns to me.
'Lay down.'Â He instructs.
I leap off the couch to comply. I already like the sound of this one.
I lay down and he removes my pajama bottoms, exposing me to the air. He reaches into his pocket and brings out a gentleman's beard trimmer, complete with a number of head attachments, and kneels down over me, surveying the landscape closely.
'I hadn't trimmed it in a while.'Â I say, smiling. 'I thought it would be your job.'Â
'Indeed.'Â He replied. 'I'm just trying to think of what shape to go with.'Â
And he sits there and looks around the area a bit, perhaps testing the design thoughts in his mind, and then nods to himself, sits up, and snaps a new head on the trimmer. He kneels over me, and clicks it on.
Instantly, I am a sea of squirmy ticklishness, as I am being vibrated by a toy with teeth. Let me tell you-when you shave yourself, it's easy (just a little bit nerve-wracking), since it's impossible to tickle yourself. Have someone else parting the lips, and it's much harder to keep the thigh muscles from jerking around and the bottom from clenching tight.
Mr. Y made a number of passes through the hills and valleys, scooping out the hair with the trimmer, and laying the area flat with just a 2 mm length of fur. He surveyed it critically while I relaxed, feeling my stomach muscles heave from laughing too hard.
He sat up, nodding to himself, and then adjusted the razor head to the one that would make a clean sweep of the shorn pasture area he had left behind. And with a few well-planned moves (which also left me in fits of laughter, as it tickled like mad), the playing field as smooth. He then carefully parted the lips and, instructing me to hold still upon pain of nicking, he gently removed all the hair from inside the lips and around the happy place.
Sitting up, he surveyed his work, and nodded. He had removed all the hair save for one tiny square patch, and he had done a fabulous job.
"Don't get up!" he warned, and so I lay back, feeling my muscles relax again and the air around my exposed parts. Seconds later, there was the sound of machinery as he fired up the dustbuster and removed all the hair from me. Far from being erotic, it also tickled like mad, but I must say it was an effective hair cleanup routine. I'd never been dustbusted before. Guess there's a first time for everything.
The cleanup done, he nodded, pleased with his work.
Then he sampled it.
Again.
And again.
I could get used to this.
-H.
PS-Happy 42nd Birthday to my lovely Mr. Y. I hope you liked your birthday presents.
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Happy birthday Mr Y and thankyou for making Helen so happy, being so adept with the beardtrimmers....and all
Posted by: nisi at April 20, 2004 08:09 AM (TYMlX)
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LOL! Happy birthday, Mr Y.
Where did he leave the square?
Mr Poodle got a razor for his birthday one year
Posted by: melanie at April 20, 2004 08:24 AM (jDC3U)
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I just love the new pic of you. You look absolutely radiant!
Posted by: Heather at April 20, 2004 09:12 AM (zUwmb)
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Happy Birthday Mr Y!
I was really hopeing he was going to shape you a heart of a star he he!
abs x
Posted by: abs at April 20, 2004 09:29 AM (lnpfn)
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Happy Birthday Mr.Y, and good job ;-). Miguel.
Posted by: msd at April 20, 2004 10:57 AM (24dQf)
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Happy Birthday, Mr. Y, and good job on the aftershave! ;-)
Now, if I could only convince my lovely wife of the benefits of a well-trimmed lawn...
Posted by: Gudy at April 20, 2004 12:02 PM (jDFUU)
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Nice Post!
Keep it up!!
Best Wishes,
Sandeep.
Posted by: Sandeep at April 20, 2004 12:31 PM (N4FIB)
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H,
Leave it to you guys to turn something as boring as a Dustbuster into something erotic! Bonus points for neatness.
Happy Birthday Y. Your best present didn't even need wrapping!
Posted by: Paul at April 20, 2004 01:19 PM (bWfDG)
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Stop! A dustbuster??! Oh my. I also noticed how radiantly happy you look in the new picture.
Happy Birthday to Mr. Y!
Posted by: Lisa at April 20, 2004 01:49 PM (uxfbz)
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My husband did something similar like that to me last year. I felt kindof weird at first but, I closed my eyes and let him at it. As it turned out it was fun and exciting.
Happy Birthday Mr. Y
I too, love this picture of you. You can see the happiness in your eyes. Truly Radiant!!!
Posted by: Tiffani at April 20, 2004 02:21 PM (xpNFK)
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Nothing like a little personal topiary to create a focal point in an already interesting landscape.
Posted by: Ted at April 20, 2004 03:01 PM (blNMI)
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That is such a good idea! I must get mine to do that for me too. Oh, and thanks for the congrats on all the great stuff going on
Seems like when life is happy, it can be very happy all at once.
Posted by: Amynah at April 20, 2004 03:16 PM (tqQaS)
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Oh my goodness, I laughed myself silly over the dustbuster, but hey if it works I won't knock it hehehe ;D
And I agree - it is a lovely picture
Posted by: Onyx at April 20, 2004 06:17 PM (G3591)
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of all the things he could have sculpted..a heart, a rose, a bird..he made a box? (oh, now I get it.)
Posted by: jimi at April 20, 2004 06:54 PM (zE10C)
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Happy Birthday Mr. Y!
And Helen, I have to agree the picture is wonderful. That smile, wow, you look so happy. I love it.
Posted by: Sue at April 20, 2004 06:56 PM (0GNJF)
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As we all lift our glasses, " To Mr Y....May you always have the health and vigor to play in the lovely Ms H's new square bush and forever enjoy the feel of your finger gently caressing her "trigger".
Posted by: greyheadedstranger at April 20, 2004 08:06 PM (cFRpq)
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*whew* This is why I've stopped reading you before work.
The box is damned funny.
No stars though. If need be, I'll send Mr Y a bluenote to copy. *LOL*
Posted by: Easy at April 20, 2004 11:06 PM (oQKRL)
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Ahahaha a box, that's awesome!
Happy Birthday Mr. Y!!!
Posted by: Laura at April 21, 2004 01:04 AM (bEOor)
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Ok, I must admit I didn't get the box thing until I got here to the comments section. Call me a slow child...
Happy Birthday Mr Y, any cereal preferences sir? =)
Posted by: Dane at April 21, 2004 02:24 AM (ncyv4)
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I really have to stop reading this at work.
Mr Y certainly has no excuses in future years when you have a real lawn that needs mowing. He'll have to rake it and all.
Posted by: Simon at April 21, 2004 05:59 AM (OyeEA)
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Thanks for sharing this. My wife has a racing stripe or landing strip about 1" wide. The rest is bare and and I love it.
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April 19, 2004
Letting Go
The other morning I was showering, soaping a warm soapy mesh sponge of white tea scented soap and running it up and down my leg, when I realized something rather profound.
I hadn't thought of Kim in a while.
Kim-the first great love of my life. The man whom I loved to one thousand pieces, whom I always thought I would wind up with and die with, up until his death 4 years ago. The only one on this blog whose name is presented as it really was in real life.
I stood up under the spray of the shower, and tried to think of the last time I thought of him at any great length, and it was indeed true-it had been a while. And it had been a while since I thought of him in any kind of sense of deep and profound longing, as I used to do. Now, when I thought about him, I realized that it had morphed a bit into a drawn-out sense of gratitude and gentleness.
Somehow, in moving on to England, I had moved on from Kim.
I had to think about that a long, long time. Is it possible to take a void left behind by someone, and fill it up with someone or something else? Or is it so that, over time, we just assimilate the hole that got punched into our lives and into ourselves, and we either get over it in time or become a Dickensian tragic figure sitting around in our rotted wedding gowns?
Kiim hadn't been substituted by anyone. I hadn't rolled Mr. Y in over him, to hide the person and place that Kim was. Mr. Y has his own immeasurable place in me, he doesn't share it with anyone else. Maybe it simply is that I just have finally really begun to get over Kim, to finally let him go, to let go of that moment in time when he made me and broke me.
And the greatest realization that I made was this: I don't see him in crowds anymore.
On an almost daily basis, when I was out and about, I would see him in a crowd and go chasing after him, only to reach the shoulder of some poor, unsuspecting man, who would of course inevitably not be Kim. I did this so many times that I lost count. I constantly was on the lookout for him in crowds, in foreign places, in the quirkiest of buildings. Some little part of me know that a man like Kim couldn't be bested by leukemia-he had to still be alive, still be fighting, still give the world a reason for turning.
But I don't do that now. I don't search the crowds for him.
I have carefully wrapped Kim up and put him in my heart, where he will always be. But my aching for him is gone, my torrential tears for what we had dried up. I realize I now look back on him with deep fondness and a bittersweet love, and I always will.
But I am here, alive, and living. I like to think that maybe somewhere he is cheering for me, and glad that I have finally moved on.
I've moved on.
For the first time since his death, I can say that.
I've moved on.
-H.
PS-now that I have the pc working, I am having problems with Hotmail, so if you have sent a mail I am not ignoring you-I just can't get access.
PPS-22 comments until my 4000th comment.
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I just got broadband myself. I had no idea what I was missing.
It's good to see you back!
Posted by: Easy at April 19, 2004 02:19 PM (iVTN3)
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You know, I was thinking about something similar yesterday. My "ghost" as my family and close friends refer to him, was David. I realized yesterday that he wasn't right there, the thought of him to my left, anymore. It's not that I've forgotten him, but I've finally gotten through the grief. And it only took me just over 11 years.
Posted by: amber at April 19, 2004 02:22 PM (iJZeQ)
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i'm glad kim is finding a comfy place in your heart instead of an overwhelming place in your head. ((hugs))
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Posted by: Sarah at April 19, 2004 02:28 PM (Kpjuf)
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I want to say i am pleased for you but that is not at all the right expression
Abs x
Posted by: abs at April 19, 2004 02:29 PM (lnpfn)
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It's good to find the proper balance when a relationship ends. You don't want to forget that person, but you don't want their memory to run your life either.
Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it, but those who dwell on the past rob themselves of enjoying the here and now. I'm glad you've found your "balance" with Kim.
Posted by: Solomon at April 19, 2004 02:40 PM (t5Pi1)
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It's interesting, I have been thinking about similar things recently, but for different reasons, and came to the conclusion that rather than having one "well of love" that we draw on and share between each person in our lives we have seperate, distinct and unfathomable wells available for many people. This allows us to have more than one "one", if you follow me. Kim was your "one" but there is no doubt in my mind (or yours of you think about it) that you have the capacity to love other people as deeply, as passionately, as needfully, without diminishing either Kim or you.
You're OK Helen...
Posted by: zeno at April 19, 2004 02:41 PM (UbMRd)
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In that memory thing I´m easy: there´s always a comfy place in me for everyone. Someone did something bad to me? Forget about it, he also had his good points. Someone did only bad things? There’s the oblivion drawer, like magic erasing a person. All the rest? I suspect I talk with them in my dreams. If only I could remember at least one. My point to all this? Some of my friends think I´m a fool, others say I´m just lazy... I suspect they all love me. Miguel.
Posted by: msd at April 19, 2004 03:02 PM (Idqki)
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I've lost friends who over the years. It's so hard to deal with their not being right there. I've never known that moment where it suddenly doesn't hurt anymore, but I have noticed that eventually the memories don't hurt anymore. No more sudden tears when a random thought crosses my mind, although the longing to call and actually talk to those people never really passes.
I'm glad the pain is easing toward a less agonizing wistful reflection for you.
Posted by: Lisa at April 19, 2004 03:25 PM (uxfbz)
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While I am thinking all the sweet things others are typing, I really just wanted to boost the comment count up.
Posted by: pam at April 19, 2004 04:57 PM (Pf5Zb)
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The best thing you can do is let the past go. It'll eat you up inside. I used to do that too...looking in the crowd for that one and only face. In my case it was my real dad. He left me when I was five. I remember being so young & looking in the crowded streets - searching for his face. Anytime I saw a blond haired man my heart would skip beats. So many times it consumed me. I had to learn to let it go.
Posted by: Tiffani at April 19, 2004 06:22 PM (xpNFK)
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Hurts heal and you actually do stop longing for people after a time. Seeing a departed one in crowds is actually pretty common. I saw my grandmother for about a year after she died. I told my great aunt about it and she basically told me that of course I was seeing Nana. She was watching out for me and I was bound to catch a glimpse every now and then. A sweet thought and a surprisingly comforting one, considering my agnosticism.
Posted by: Jim at April 19, 2004 07:32 PM (IOwam)
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Last week I dreamt about two very dear exes for the first time in many years. They were exceptionally vivid dreams that took place in the present - and usually I dream about them as if we were in the past. It started me thinking about the subconscious and what it wants us to know.
Maybe not holding on quite so tight is the best way for you to heal. It's very difficult to live in your body if you're always wanting something that is gone forever.
Cheers and kisses.
Posted by: Kaetchen at April 19, 2004 07:48 PM (1nMRx)
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that is a big corner to turn...even if it is a bittersweet one.....hope this brings you a little peace
(one comment closer to 4000)
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Posted by: Helen at April 19, 2004 08:28 PM (yK5+l)
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It's not you -- hotmail is FUBAR all over the place --
and it also isn't you -- it's Kim too, and acceptance -- don't think of it as moving on, because that sort of implies leaving behind, and that isn't what you want to do to/for him -- but acceptance, yes ... that sounds right ..
Posted by: Ky at April 19, 2004 09:22 PM (d18ri)
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Helen, you're getting so healthy lately! Wow!
Posted by: ember at April 19, 2004 10:47 PM (f0SBT)
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Peace is wonderful place to find.
only 4 left!
Posted by: Stephen Macklin at April 19, 2004 11:12 PM (4819r)
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Well, I can't resist. If this is number 4000, whahooo! For my prize, I want to be bumped up on the Luuka list. And if I'm not, well then I want to congratulate you Helen. You've put yourself through the tough times without running away, and now you're earnning the peace that comes from getting out the other side. Hope things continue to get better, and that you find the strength to deal with the things that don't.
P.
Posted by: li at April 19, 2004 11:37 PM (Hrm9v)
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no...I wanna be 4000...and I want luuka....lol
Posted by: mitzi at April 20, 2004 01:22 AM (8l/o0)
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please...pretty please...
Posted by: mitzi at April 20, 2004 01:23 AM (8l/o0)
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I am glad you have found a place for Kim inside...one that doesn't tear at you constantly....Love to you...
Posted by: mitzi at April 20, 2004 01:25 AM (8l/o0)
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It's a good place to be. Always remembering him fondly, yet not chasing him literaly or figuratively.
And I will proudly settle for the 4001st comment.
Posted by: Almost Lucid (Brad) at April 20, 2004 01:44 AM (VeM9E)
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it's good to finally be able to think of our lost loved ones with fondness, and peace, rather than with hurt, and tears.
*hugs*
Posted by: melanie at April 20, 2004 03:58 AM (jDC3U)
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There used to be someone in my life that, after he left me, I'd search for him - - but not in a good way. Mine was worry that he was around the next corner. It's a different sort of expectation than yours - but still took almost as much time to let go of. It is a fascinating realization the day that you remember it - and it IS a memory, not a daily, present image in your mind.
It's healthy. Good for you, Helen. I think Kim is somewhere out there and awfully damn proud of you....I know I am - and hell, I don't even know you.
Posted by: Lisa at April 20, 2004 04:32 AM (N8CD2)
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Light and Dark was my 4000th comment! Thanks, Paul!
And Lisa-I had a fear like that about another guy, too. Talk about shaving years off your life...
Posted by: Helen at April 20, 2004 07:19 AM (BJIxx)
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April 18, 2004
Trainspotting
One of the things that I am confronted with on a frequent basis since I have moved to the UK is a commute, both on the train and on the tube. I live in Newbury, which on a map looks really close to London, but in reality makes for a hellish train ride that is alternately handled on the fast train, thereby making life easier, or on the slow train, which makes me want to commit random acts of violence.
So I spend a lot of time on trains and on the underground.
The trains are always on time when I have ample time to get to the office, and always delayed when I am running late.
That's just the way it is.
When I am not running late, stressed to bits, and wanting to rip out the transport authorities souls and shake them in front of their disbelieving eyes, I just love to people watch. People here are so wildly different from where I am from, either because I never really took public transport in the US, or else because I wasn't ever really paying attention.
Last Thursday, I encountered a number of people that made me take notice. First off, I had the guy on the train next to me-he popped open his laptop and then used the thumb scanner to login, looking at me dodgily the whole time, worried that I would steal the secret formula to some weird chemical he was working on or something. I admit that I was intrigued by this thumb scanner thing-and a bit put out that Dream Job only requires a password from me, instead of a retinal scan-when I noticed that once he had gotten past the security screen, he had fired up Solitaire.
Right. Impressed-ness gone.
Making my way to the tube from Paddington Station, I saw the buskers in their usual places. Now, I have a very soft heart. Buskers see me coming from a mile away, and I generally keep loose change in my pockets to hand it out. It annoys people-including Mr. Y-that I give out change, but the way I see it is, if they're asking me for it, they probably need my change more than I do (I did, however, stop the policy of handing out change while I was unemployed. I figured I needed it then, too.)
If they have a dog they're definitely getting change from me if I have any.
If they play entertaining music or are very pleasant in their musical selection, then they generally get change from me, too. I figure if they're spending time making my trip more enjoyable, it's the least I can do.
I was walking past a guy in the busking station, playing his heart out on a guitar. He actually sounded quite nice, and it was a good song, so I flipped a 50 pence coin into his hat. He looked up at me.
"Thank you, luv." He said, smiling, his shoulder moving under the shoulder strap of his guitar in a breezy manner. "We're all looking for a new god."
Sounds about right to me.
On the tube, I sat down on a seat and bounding onto the seat next to me was a hyper-active young man, all jittery joints and red eyes. He was constantly wiping the end of his nose, which was bright red, and examining his hand. Now, I am no expert on drugs (although I can match you one on alcohol), but this man was definitely on something. He started biting his nails and spitting them out on the train floor, in brief breezy arcs that would wind up somewhere in the middle of the tube carriage. I watched, utterly horrified and fascinated all at the same time, rather like we are when we see a car accident-transfixed without our will. But then Jittery Boy started reaching into his ears and pulling out balls of wax, rolling them up in his fingers and rejecting them onto the floor, managing to still doing the nose rub thing.
The wax basketball was too much for me, and I had to move seats.
On the way back home, I sat in a row of seats alone and was treated to two young boys who thought that the best fun that they had had in ages was to let some serious wind rip and see the reactions of the passers-by. Worse, the passengers kept looking in my direction, and the young boys would dive low in their seats, so I have no doubt that most of the tube folk thought that I should best be kept away from curry houses in the future. I didn't even try to look embarrassed. After almost tossing my cookies, I have never been so happy in my life to get off the tube.
The final jaunt I had was on the train, and I sat next to a group of people, a bit tired and feeling that my cute strappy shoes weren't doing my feet any favors. The people next to me started talking to each other, and my ears did a Gizmo swivel and tuned right at them.
They were Americans.
As they talked about their day, I listened in. He was so jet-lagged. Would Sue like this T-shirt? Did you see that English policeman, the one with the Bobby hat? How about maybe seeing if we can get tickets to see "Mama Mia" tonight? Her feet are killing her, but she is determined to go see Parliament lit up tonight. Isn't this the best fun ever? She wonders if they'll get her postcards before she gets back.
I sighed somewhere within myself, and realized that in that very moment, I was actually rather homesick, and longing for a good long chat with people who are just like me-strangers in a strange land. Instead, I leaned towards them, not saying anything, and soaking up their broad and familiar accents and letting it warm me from the inside out.
-H.
PS-great news-I now have a PC, and I now have broadband. Blogging to recommence (I am very sorry my site hasn't been so active, and that I haven't been to other blogger's sites for a while!), and many thanks to the Newbury Public Library.
PPS-greater news-Sarah McLachlan is coming to England in October, and Mr. Y and I have bought tickets. Only 6 months and counting!
PPPS-greatest news-I got this book from a Miss K (name withheld to protect your privacy, my dear). I absolutely love David Sedaris-I first heard him on a car trip with Kim on NPR many years ago, and found him hysterical while being deeply, deeply honest. I can't recommend him enough. Thank you for the wonderful book, Miss K. It made my weekend!
PPPPS-I am 40 comments away from my 4000th comment.
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What an experience! I'm always taken right to the moment when I read your posts.
Congratulations on your broadband/pc combination! Welcome back to the connected.
Posted by: Lisa at April 18, 2004 04:05 PM (uxfbz)
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Last fall, when I was able to go to England for the first time ever, John and I stayed in Salisbury. We took the train into London (many delays at that time - took 3 hours once - and I think it's only 70 miles away!).
I was struck by how beautiful the British children are - they all have gorgeous skin. I was also struck by how many very young teens smoke on the train - they can't be more than 13 or 14. Which is why I was also struck with how old many 30ish British women looked - smoking ages that beautiful skin much too quickly.
I also noticed a whole bunch of tatoos on the men. At least on the train.
The tube was a little scary - people pushed me around quite a bit, and I was constantly afraid of pickpockets (there are signs everywhere warning of them).
I do want to go back again - I didn't get a chance to see nearly enough. But I would not want to live there - I love my Leavenworth, Kansas.
Posted by: Beth Donovan at April 18, 2004 04:40 PM (igCu1)
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Sheesh, I hope Sarah M. would visit our country too. Congrats on your PC and broadband, I'm still on dial-up. Takecare and Godbless.
p.s. I'm pretty sure you'll reach your 4000th comment in no time. Your journal is a good read. You have a knack for writing, if I don't know better, you might be a pro writer. hehe. Wouldn't it be cool to compile this and make it into a book? [Ohkay, I'm stopping now...]
Posted by: Vikkicar at April 18, 2004 04:51 PM (E3NZV)
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Never been on the English trains, but had the most amusing experience on the Metro in Paris. Group of about 12 of us traveling into the city from Charles DeGaul, we could not figure out the map in the train, but had a paper map, none of us spoke french, but managed to somehow convey to this guy on the train where we wanted to go. He spoke no english, so at every stop, all of our talking stopped, and 12 heads rotated towards this poor Frenchman, who would shake his head back and forth, and we would all start talking again, until he finally nodded at our stop, thanking him profusly. I was almost hysterical by the time we got off that train. The kindness of strangers strikes again =)
Posted by: Dane at April 18, 2004 05:39 PM (ncyv4)
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The trick to having children with beautiful skin is to raise them in a country where the average annual rainfall is just this side of Noah's Flood - like the UK, for example...
Posted by: John at April 18, 2004 05:50 PM (lX4XA)
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I moved to Britian from NYC... to get away from the commute.
So I do feel for you, because it sounds very similar to my experiences in Manhattan...
And re: your giving change to ... buskers (what's that mean? where does the word come from? i'm assuming panhandlers??)... we have the exact same 'rules'! You resonate!
I love hearing Americans, too! I finally loved hearing them enough to say something. We went to Hay-on-Wye a couple of weeks ago (used book store paradise in Wales) and there was an American couple. It was so great talking to them. Such a connection, like you describe: stranger in a strange land. I'm not sure it's homesickness though. Just some rootedness feelings. I really don't feel homesick at all.
Speaking of all that... as you DO resonate, if you ever want to get together and talk about Brits and Americans as Americans, just let me know! (I'm just north of Bristol, so not far from London. Although Brits think it's really far. It's really only, like, going to the Bronx from Staten Island. No big deal at all!)
Posted by: hetty at April 18, 2004 07:07 PM (zyqdt)
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Congrats on your PC and broadband! 4000 comments, wow, I may get that many in about 100 years, if I'm lucky. LOL It's always funny the people you see on trains and buses, the weirdos and people you're sure are out on a weekend pass from "the home". Then I think, the crazies may be thinking the same thing about ME. : O)
Posted by: JaxVenus at April 18, 2004 10:28 PM (j0X+N)
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People watching is often great fun!
Posted by: Courtney at April 19, 2004 12:42 AM (ISNgk)
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You should try riding the train as a gaijin (foreigner) in Japan. Ok, so I'm asian and they think I'm Japanese. but my husband's not. People always stare. In fact, my friend was saying the other day that every time she goes to the public bath at the gym, women stare at her the whole time. From the moment she steps in and starts to shower, through the whole time she washes her hair and soaps up, and including when she gets into the warm bath to soak. Before I moved here, I thought Japanese people were polite. Now I know they can't control themselves when they see white people.
Posted by: reflection at April 19, 2004 12:42 AM (QuuTP)
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Helen, I think it would be hilariously girlie to ride the tube with you. The people watching would elicit so many giggles I think. Maybe not cause we might be too inhibited right off, but ya never know. My girls and I have great fun when in NYC--we go out of our way to be hillbillies just for effect--Carhardts and cowboy boots!
Posted by: Marie at April 19, 2004 02:02 AM (3Y1np)
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Maybe one day when i am people watching on the tube i will see you and not even know it! Or maybe we will even pass at a Sarah McLachlan gig in London!
The worst i experienced this weekend was realising that the bloke sat opposite me on the northern line was really keen to engage me in conversation - about his needing to buy some milk!
Abs x
Posted by: abs at April 19, 2004 09:19 AM (lnpfn)
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Ahh, yes, prepare for many years of interesting public transportation stories.
Also, I can assure you that after some plural years of living here and hearing English accents all the time, most American voices cease to be comforting and reveal themselves in the way British people hear them: grating, loud, and delf-important. Southerners still manage to sound charming, though.
Posted by: angel at April 19, 2004 10:45 AM (VDG65)
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Ah, commuting. What a delight that is.
The main thing that makes me bury my head on the tube or train is just how ugly most people seem to be. And if not innately physically repellent, they tend to have bad dandruff or halitosis or something like that. There's nothing worse than being wedged up against some stranger with dubious personal hygiene on the tube and have manky dead skin from their scalp cascading onto you. Bleugh. I've never known where all these tube passengers appear from or go to, as people on the street seem to be far more normal looking.
The main bit of commuting survival advice I'd offer is that if one carriage looks significantly more empty than the others, it's bound to have at least one passenger who either reeks beyond belief or is completely mental. Or both. Sometimes it's worth forsaking a seat and following the crowds.
Posted by: Gareth at April 19, 2004 12:25 PM (NHA9E)
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hetty - buskers are people who play music on the street in the hope of passers by giving them money.
Posted by: Gareth at April 19, 2004 12:29 PM (NHA9E)
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I don´t really understand commuting, what it means. But for someone like me, that takes a train to work an average of 3 days a week a is comfortable with it, let me tell you something about crazy people: it´s heat related. Spring coming, temperature rising, and the amount of crazy on the train just raises and raises... Miguel.
Posted by: msd at April 19, 2004 12:59 PM (Idqki)
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Helen-
I am a reader but not a commenter. Just wanted to say I love your stories of an American living in a strange land, meeting friends, falling in and out of love, and your love for your animal friends. And I am so sorry your Dallas Stars were eliminated from the playoffs in five games by Colorado. (They used to be MY North Stars...)
Take care!
Posted by: amelia at April 19, 2004 01:56 PM (3d5i9)
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Amelia-WHAT!? My Stars are eliminated? Oh geez....how depressing...I see drinking will be happening in my house tonight!
Gareth-absolutely right about the nasty odor folk-I switched tube lines this morning just to get away from the train I had been on with Funky Boy!
Hetty-I was just in Bristol this weekend, to the IKEA and Richer Sounds there! Nice town you have there!
Posted by: Helen at April 19, 2004 02:16 PM (TmM0X)
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Public transportation CAN be entertaining. Bill Cosby did a comedy routine back in the '60s (before my time) called "A Nut In Every Car". It's cleverly accurate and pretty funny if you ever get a chance to hear it. The whole CD "Bill Cosby Is a Very Funny Fellow" is worth having.
Posted by: Solomon at April 19, 2004 02:24 PM (t5Pi1)
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I'm going to see Sarah too! Since Lovely Wife isn't a fan (yes she's a bohemian but I forgive her) I'll be seeing the honey throated one with Dopple-G's wife. I don't mind a bit of wife swapping when I get to go and pretend that Sarah is personally serenading me.
Posted by: Jim at April 19, 2004 07:26 PM (IOwam)
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I love trains. Just love 'em. At home I take BART all over San Francisco; abroad it's the only way to get anywhere! One of my best memories is descending out of the airport in Frankfurt and into the main station for the first time. I sat down and sighed with contentment. And if you ever get the chance to take the Rhine ride between Paris and Heidelberg, DO IT!
Posted by: Kaetchen at April 19, 2004 07:42 PM (1nMRx)
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Just wanted to stop in and say hello! I have been away for sometime now and I am looking forward to reading all of your past post...
Take care and keep it up...
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April 16, 2004
Seagulls
When I was about 8 years old, I had a long car trip with my mother, sister, and grandparents to visit my great-grandparents (I was lucky enough to have them in my life until I was in my early 20's). They were a distance away, and it was always stressful to go that far, but there are many responsibilities when you have a family, and visiting them is one of them (I loved them to bits, so it was ok with me).
Driving home, late at night, we were all tired. Row after row of Iowa cornstalks hullked by us, sentries guarding the side of the road. There is something spooky about cornstalks, something slightly sinister and evil to me. They look so friendly, with their tufts of silk tumbling out the tops of them, but they cut your face and hands when you run past them, warning you to walk and never run.
I remembered then that there was a cartoon special on that night that I wanted to see. Some Smurf thing, most likely, an entertaining diversion to an otherwise mundane night. I realized that we would not get back to my grandparent's farm house in time to watch the show, that it would be over by the time we made it back.
"Oh no!" I wailed. "I'm going to miss my Smurfs show!"
And with that, my grandmother whipped around in the front seat, sour face and angry disposition, and roared in my face "Helen, you are so god damn selfish!"
I was stung.
I was only 8.
I had only thought of a stupid cartoon, I hadn't meant any ill will.
And it started a pattern of feeling horrible when the "s" word-selfish-got thrown my way. My mother uttered it to me occasionally when she got angry with me, and I never could get the courage to say back to her: Look-I'm really not. I know you're angry, but telling me I am selfish really hurts me, and you know it does. I would give you anything you need or want anytime you ever need or want it. Sometimes I am thoughtless, I know, but I never put my needs and wants about yours or anyone else's.
And I still am that way today. To be selfish means, to me, that you value yourself so highly that you subordinate everyone else's whims before yours. I have many, many faults, but the one I don't have is I don't think I am at all important or above anyone else, in fact I think I am stunningly average and I throw myself on the barbed wire ringed around my heart as often as possible, screaming: Love me! Love me! Love me!
I am the epitome of pathetic.
And when my psychotherapist in Stockholm told me that he thinks I have spent my life trying to be loved and approved of by those in my life, I cumbled like a cookie.
Again-pathetic.
Mr. Y got into an argument the other night, and he called me selfish. I know I appeared that way in regards to this argument, but I couldn't be any less selfish if I tried, and I really mean it-I'm not painting myself out to be a saint (since I am not). And it just brought back this agonizing ache inside of me, that desire to sacrifice all my possessions, all of my emotions, all of my strength, just to say: I'm not. I'll give away anything you need or want from me.
It must be so hard for him, sometimes, battling the 30 years of ghosts and screwed up thinking and behavior that is bundled into the package called Me. He's being really good about trying to understand how difficult I find some things, but I guess it's hard to know where someone's coming from sometimes if you haven't been there yourself.
And as I walk along the train platform, the cries of Selfish! Selfish! Selfish! bang around my head, getting louder and louder, like a flock of seagulls screaming around inside my brain indicting me, and no matter how loud I turn up the iPod I can't drown them out.
-H.
PS-Carlene is right-where is Luuka? Brass or Rob, have you got her?
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Luuka last seen in posession of Brass. Still no word. I'll try emailling again.
Posted by: Rob at April 16, 2004 11:07 AM (kXZI6)
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I hope this doesn't mean we'll be needing Bear Part III soon. :-(
"Selfish" is a vicious attack because there is no adequate response to it. The closest I've ever been able to come up with is "Really? How so?".
Posted by: Jim at April 16, 2004 11:24 AM (saeHM)
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Isn´t there a healthy amount of selfish? And couldn´t you use some? I´ve already prepared a bed for Luuka, she better not get lost... Miguel.
Posted by: msd at April 16, 2004 11:59 AM (1Dp7d)
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Another Bear MIA....Wonder if he was taken hostage while passing through IRAQ?
Posted by: Drew at April 16, 2004 01:14 PM (CBlhQ)
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I used to take every bit of criticism to heart. But as I've matured, I try to listen to criticism, weigh it objectively, and consider the source. If the criticism is accurate, I try to address it appropriately; if it's not, I dismiss it.
While I think that's the right tactic, it's easier said than done sometimes. If you know you're not being selfish, disregard the comment. If you think there might be some truth to it, talk it through with him.
Posted by: Solomon at April 16, 2004 01:26 PM (t5Pi1)
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Sorry, but haven't we all spent our entire lives trying to "be loved and approved of by those in (y)our life"? I mean yes, we do some things to please ourselves, and at a certain age we come to understand that if we don't take care of ourselves no one else will, so what is the problem? There is no mystery in this.........you do what you have to do to take care of yourself, you do what you have to do to get the people you love to love you. This is not being selfish, this is survival. You are not pathetic, you are surviving. And the people around you should love you for your having survived as well as you have, that was a cheap shot. You are responsible for you, and your children if you have any, but only until they are of age. You are not responsible for anyone's happiness or survival but your own. Making yourself happy is not selfish unless it is at the expense of someone else. And if it is, it is their responsibility to disengage from you, and vice versa. Were you taking from Mr. Y for yourself? Or was he taking from you and you stopped it? Those are the kind of questions you need to be asking yourself. It is not being selfish when you stop yourself from being used and it makes the other person mad. Try looking at the accusation from that angle.
Posted by: Donna at April 16, 2004 01:31 PM (oNZe5)
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At this rate I will never get Luuk/ Luuka. Am thinking of an alternate name - Luuklet?
Posted by: plumpernickel at April 16, 2004 02:05 PM (xCv1E)
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I have no words of wisdom i am afraid Helen as i suffer from feeling exactly the same.
Abs x
Posted by: abs at April 16, 2004 02:26 PM (lnpfn)
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hey helen.. have been busy studying... just came here to see how u r doing.. and hey, u r as good as ever!
Take care
Posted by: Lucidly Awake at April 16, 2004 02:47 PM (siFAF)
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Helen, I'm afraid that there is an epidemic of 'unselfishness' found in primarily American women. I personally battle this everyday but over the last couple of years, I have been working hard to be extra selfish everyday. I am so tired of having to please everyone else except moi! For my girls sake, I must be selfish and show them how much more fun it is to be selfish so that they will resist the disease.
Next time mr y or anyone calls you selfish...just say smile and say 'thank you!' You will immediately feel better.
Posted by: Marie at April 16, 2004 03:37 PM (PQxWr)
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H, I don't know you, I just read your blog; so I'm loathe to criticize. However -
Usually when you repeatedly hear the same complaint from different people in different stages of life, you have to concede that there must be something to it. I myself have learned that, and it's a bitter pill. Maybe you aren't selfish, but something's giving that impression. Maybe being needy comes off as selfish. Maybe the way you phrase things needs to be reconsidered. On the other hand - of course you're selfish. Everyone's selfish at times, it's human nature.
With all that said, I don't believe it's right to call someone selfish (or a bitch, or stupid, etc) in anger, especially not a child. It's more constructive to tell someone, "this thing you're doing right now is selfish."
Posted by: erin at April 16, 2004 03:46 PM (1KL5M)
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H,
Looking back on my own youth it's amazing how family members can be so hurtful completely by accident while other times it has all the feel of a mob hit!
Nevermind the ghosts, little flame. They don't know you like we do.
On a completely different note, dearest...
I first thought this should be put into an e-mail to you but I think there are others here who can identify with what I'm going to tell you.
I've only been loitering here since early December but feel I owe you a debt of gratitude I can never repay.
I started following you day by day then sucked it up and spent an entire evening going through your archive. Your writing and honesty made me re-evaluate how I perceive people and I'd like to think I see the world now through more compassionate eyes.
About a month ago I met an amazing girl whose story is remarkably similar to yours. Had it not been for you sharing your life so openly with all of us, and in the process teaching me how to recognize the beauty in people that is sometimes buried under a lifetime of hurt, I would have missed out on having such an amazing person in my life.
Thank You for giving so much of yourself to all of us. You have made a profound impact on many more lives than you realize!!
Posted by: Paul at April 16, 2004 04:00 PM (bWfDG)
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Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
Due to a penchant for procrastination and all work the end of the ski season brings I have failed to send Luuka. I promise, cross-my-heart-and-hop-to-die, that she will be sent in the next two days.
Brass.
Posted by: Brass at April 16, 2004 04:17 PM (SrRJG)
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So here I am reading your entry and I had to start laughing. I can tell you the same thing happening throughout my life. Being called selfish by people who are...selfish.
To me, if I am what a person would consider selfish, it's because I have a sense of self worth. Everyone looks out for themselves (or should) but there's a difference between watching out for yourself and being selfish.
I have come to a point in my life where I actually get told, by the same people that called me selfish, that I try too hard. Ironic huh? What have I learned from all of this, when people call you selfish, it's because they're upset you're not giving into their selfishness!
Helen, remember...always stick up for Helen regardless of who calls you selfish. I personally have enough faith in Helen to know she will try to truly not be selfish.
Posted by: Amynah at April 16, 2004 04:42 PM (tqQaS)
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I have printed the FedEx label. Now I will go home and get Luuka, put her snuggly in the box, and send her winging away to Robert.
Brass.
Posted by: Brass at April 16, 2004 05:02 PM (SrRJG)
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The only real comeback for that is "So what?!!!" I have never understood why that is considered such a bad thing. In fact, I reject the accusation outright. Don't get me wrong, I'm the mother of 3 teenagers. I understand what it means to put others needs ahead of my own. But taking care of number one is NOT a bad thing. If more people did that, the world would be a better place.
Posted by: Suzanne at April 16, 2004 05:08 PM (1HaWw)
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Does Mr. Y know the special hurt this word brings to you? I mean, was he using it despite knowing the extent it would hurt, or is he just unawares.
If he doesn't know, you should be "selfish" and tell him that one is off-limits.
Posted by: bigdocmcd at April 16, 2004 05:57 PM (AkmDD)
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And with that, my grandmother whipped around in the front seat, sour face and angry disposition, and roared in my face "Helen, you are so god damn selfish!"
Oh, oh my. Been there. Heard it. Many, many times. I know exactly what you're talking about and will probably wind up writing you a 30,000 word e-mail just to say so.
But right now I've got a nice fattening barbecue lunch with my dad to rush off to and we know I can't be late for that because that would be so
selfish of me.
Posted by: ilyka at April 16, 2004 06:03 PM (/3BOb)
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i think selfishness means that you put yourself above others in a way that *harms* other people... and you do so knowingly. i'm called selfish sometimes and it's just not true. just like you said in your post: we are thoughtless sometimes. yes. we ae self-interested and that's normal and healthy. oh - and sometimes i'm uncompromising, but i'm not being hurtful, so i'm not being selfish. so there.
Posted by: hetty at April 16, 2004 06:34 PM (zyqdt)
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Maybe this is too practical, but my counselor has drilled into me the importance of evaluating reactions to these type of events. So in my head, I complete this worksheet:
1. What am I feeling and how strongly?
2. When did I start to feel this way?
3. What evidence do I have to support this feeling?
4. What evidence do I have to disprove this emotion?
5. Now that I've examined the evidence, do I still feel the same way? How strongly?
Like I said, totally practical, but it works. It's kept me from getting fired at least twice - and kept me from being newly single at least that often!
Posted by: Kaetchen at April 16, 2004 07:02 PM (1nMRx)
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We don't generally get angry when things go the way we want, right? If an angry person calls you selfish, ask them why they're angry. Anger is usually rooted in someone not getting what they want (aka selfishness).
99% of people don't need to be told to be selfish; it's innate. The Golden Rule (do to others as you'd have them do to you) is based on selflessness. We all think it's a good rule but then frequently deny it with our selfishness.
The less selfishness the better.
Posted by: Solomon at April 16, 2004 07:02 PM (t5Pi1)
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Are these the comments wehre we get on the Luuka list? If so, I'd like to host Luuka:
Nicole in New York
Posted by: the girl at April 16, 2004 07:57 PM (IglhY)
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"Selfish" is a vicious attack because there is no adequate response to it. The closest I've ever been able to come up with is "Really? How so?".
THe proper response is "Go fuck yourself...and put the guilt trip where the sun never shines!". The "selfish" comment to a kid is 'way out there and maybe it's time to destroy a pedestal (or two)? In an adult exchange using it is a last ditch attempt to get what one wants, which in and of itself shows "selfishness" or more correctly childish behavior!
Posted by: passenger at April 16, 2004 08:34 PM (j29fl)
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Passenger - I think your response of "Really? How so?" is flawless. If they're right, apologize; if not, ignore them. You're right, it forces them to reveal their reasons and possibly their own selfishness.
I couldn't tell if you were for or against telling children they're selfish. There are millions of instances where a child should be told they're selfish and to stop being that way. Any parent who won't correct selfish behavior is doing their child a huge disservice.
And shouldn't we tell our friends and family when we think they're being unreasonably selfish? How else will they know if we don't tell them? How will we know if they don't tell us?
Posted by: Solomon at April 16, 2004 09:15 PM (t5Pi1)
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Sounds like old Mr. Y is in fact the parent : ) Somehow, he seems to come across as "using" our dear Helen....
Posted by: Annette at April 16, 2004 09:28 PM (XpfFB)
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In addition to the "really. . ." comment, how about this one (which worked for me) - "Well, somebody's got to look out for me, and it's pretty clear it's not YOU at this point! Sorry I'm not better at subjugating my will to yours."
THAT one shut him up pretty quickly. Don't lose the sass, Helen!
Posted by: Oda Mae at April 16, 2004 09:35 PM (kNDty)
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Solomon...Actually the 'Really? How so?" Was quotated. I didn't say that and I never would, unless of course I was being sarcastic. No, I'm not in favor of telling a kid or anyone that they're being selfish.
From what I got from Helen's little story, that was a kid being a kid, concerned with missing her cartoon program, which was important to her.
I once got into a shouting match about a kid playing with her food and her mother jumping all over a eight year old kid. My point was that kids do play with their food and short of redecorating the walls I didn't see anything wrong with it. I was presented with the "What if she does it in public?". My reply was "So what?" I was much more concerned with whether or not the girl looked both ways before crossing the street than making a little mountain out of her spuds and using the parsley for trees. (I actually thought it showed a lot of imagination and passively encouraged it)
Posted by: Passenger at April 17, 2004 12:29 AM (j29fl)
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It's so hard to tell someone who has self worth issues to not take it to heart in these situations, but I wish there was some magic way to help you brush it off and not let people's words wound you. I hear these things so many times about myself.. selfish, lazy, and my favorite "You have an excuse for everything, don't you". To which I reply, "No, I have a reason for everything. I don't need to make excuses to you. If calling them excuses makes you feel better..go for it!" It took me a long time to get to the point where I stopped letting people's little digs cut me or bother me. I know my faults, and being selfish or stingy isn't one of them. Lazy? Yeah, I am damn lazy. I just choose not to see it as a fault. You do? Get over it! I hope you can somehow find a way to take these words that cause you pain when you hear them and take away their power to hurt you. Even if 50% of the time someone called you selfish you were actually being a tad selfish, so what! It's not wrong to take care of yourself, stick up for yourself, or demand to be treated well.
Posted by: JaxVenus at April 17, 2004 12:48 AM (j0X+N)
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I think I do come across as selfish, sometimes because I just don't think. And it's not because I am evil, just that I am a bit vacant sometimes.
Also, I have an incredible knack for losing track of time and not thinking of all the angles of all the situations-it's weird. I can be clever enough, but lack common sense.
Plus I'm neurotic, as Erin hinted, and it makes things worse
Brass-thanks, darling-I am sure we're all pleased to get Luuka flying again!
Paul-I hope she's making you very happy, dearest, you deserve it
Passenger-very healthy outlook, I am proud of you and the "who cares if she decorates the walls" outlook.
Posted by: Helen at April 17, 2004 08:50 AM (tdh2z)
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AAARRRGGG! You're missing my point! Whether or not you're "Selfish" had or has nothing to do with the discussion/argument/knife fight, etc going on at time! What it is, is an attempt to distract or guilt trip one's "opponent" from the real issue, which is to "win" the "battle". In fact it is motivated by pure "selfishness". There's nothing to be hemmed and hawed about, the remark shoold be cast aside. It's not part of the discussion. How many Socratic Debates end with "You're Selfish!"?
What would be the difference between accusing someone of being "selfish" and telling the other person something like "You're Fat!" if you know that the other person is sensitive about his or her weight. (The "overweight" condition doesn't even have to exist except in the other person's mind).
If you have a written transcript of the arguement and then go back over it and edit out all the shit that has nothing to do with the disagreement, what's left? Then you go over the parts that have been edited out and what do you have? You see the "games" that were played to with the argument.
(Oh and I said 'Short of redecorating the walls...' : )
Posted by: passenger at April 17, 2004 05:28 PM (j29fl)
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AAARRRGGG! You're missing my point! Whether or not you're "Selfish" had or has nothing to do with the discussion/argument/knife fight, etc going on at time! What it is, is an attempt to distract or guilt trip one's "opponent" from the real issue, which is to "win" the "battle". In fact it is motivated by pure "selfishness". There's nothing to be hemmed and hawed about, the remark shoold be cast aside. It's not part of the discussion. How many Socratic Debates end with "You're Selfish!"?
What would be the difference between accusing someone of being "selfish" and telling the other person something like "You're Fat!" if you know that the other person is sensitive about his or her weight. (The "overweight" condition doesn't even have to exist except in the other person's mind).
If you have a written transcript of the arguement and then go back over it and edit out all the shit that has nothing to do with the disagreement, what's left? Then you go over the parts that have been edited out and what do you have? You see the "games" that were played to with the argument.
(Oh and I said 'Short of redecorating the walls...' : )
Posted by: passenger at April 17, 2004 05:28 PM (j29fl)
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*hugs*
I can relate to both sides of the child being called selfish, as I was called that as a child for doing things like that, and I have seen my daughter act that way. The difference is that I have never called my daughter selfish for being worried she will miss a TV show, or missing a certain time to play outside with a friend, or anything like that. It's not selfish at all - kids see little things as very important and there is nothing wrong with that. I can say positively with complete certainty, that there was nothing selfish about your childhood comment at all.
As far as now, being called selfish is an incredibly hurtful comment. I agree with bigdocmcd - does Mr. Y know how painful the word is to you? Setting that word at off limits in arguments would be very healthy for you, and might keep the water from getting so muddied emotionally for you.
I do have one suggestion for blocking out the inner seagulls - ever seen Finding Nemo? Just think about how they are pesky ravenous bird, and their cries really literally saying "Mine? Mine? Mine? Mine MINE MINE MINE MINE!!!!!"
Trust me, it's about impossible to hear them any other way after that
(and to get rid of those pesky "mine"s lol
P.S. I loved the smurfs
right now my daughter is obsessed (literally - doesn't want to miss even ones she's see several times) with Full House. Doesn't matter that the twins are now almost three times her age
Posted by: Onyx at April 18, 2004 04:15 AM (G3591)
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"Mine? Mine? Mine. Mine! Mine!! Mine!! Mine!! Mine!!"
Oh no, thanks Onyx. Now I have those hilariously greedy gulls in my head for the rest of the day. This is far far worse than those "Badger badger badger badger Badger badger badger badger muuuushroooms!"
Posted by: Gudy at April 19, 2004 01:20 PM (OkbGm)
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The goal between 2 people who love each other should be to resolve the conflict not win the battle. Someone could be dead wrong, but if they're clever enough still win the argument. That's unhealthy and unhelpful.
Children and adults must learn to obey even silly commands. My child's future boss may insist she never wear yellow (that's silly!!). If she doesn't learn to appease silly requests at home, she'll likely not do it elsewhere and suffer for it (losing a job, a spouse, an opportunity,...) I'm not saying people should appease every silly request, but sometimes it's the best way.
Don't be too hard on parents for enforcing silly rules. Our daughters aren't allowed to sing at the table. If they sing, they don't eat...for hours. Not allowing them to sing eliminates other issues: enough time for baths and homework, cold food, and going to bed hungry. Often there are good reasons for silly rules, even if you don't know what they are.
Sometimes children need to be told they're selfish or fat for their own good. To tell them they're selfish or fat to win an argument is wrong (I believe this is what Passenger is saying). To tell them they're selfish or fat to help them CHANGE is loving (This is what I'M saying). Selfish people have a hard time keeping friends and obese people can have serious health issues. I don't want my daughters to have either one of those problems, so I lovingly correct them when they act selfishly or eat like a pig.
Posted by: Solomon at April 19, 2004 02:08 PM (t5Pi1)
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It is NOT ok to call your child fat, Solomon.
That is simply not acceptable to me. You can discuss healthy eating habits, take away the junk food, but call a child fat? You'll have to answer to me.
And if you call a child fat? You wind up with a screwed up adult.
Just like me.
Posted by: Helen at April 19, 2004 02:14 PM (TmM0X)
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Is "tubby" ok? I'm just kidding
I agree we shouldn't say "You're fat" to a child (or adult for that matter), but we need to say SOMETHING. If I take away the junk food and discuss proper nutrition with my overweight child, she's going to ask why. At that point I'd gently point out that she's overweight and it's not healthy.
That's what I mean by telling kids when they're selfish or fat. Sometimes conciseness hinders clarity (that's why we get more than one comment per day
. What I encourage in others and try to do myself (including in my comments on your blog) is gently speak the truth with love. It may not always come across that way, but rest assured that's how it's intended.
Posted by: Solomon at April 19, 2004 07:11 PM (t5Pi1)
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Solomon, I totally disagree. Maybe Helen's comment box isn't the best place to debate this, but the "loving" criticism you're proscribing
is harmful, as is the enforcement of silly commands. That is exactly the way I was raised, and I feel it raised me to be passive-agressive, resentful of authority, and oversensitive to truly constructive criticism in any setting (a real hindrance in work environments!).
There is just no reason to tell a child she's fat, or overweight, or selfish, or lazy, etc. She's a child. Her view of her parent is as an infallible authority - she doesn't have the adult ability to receive the label "selfish" as an objective descriptor - she internalizes that as her inherent identity.
I really don't see why "not sharing toys is a selfish thing to do" (though I'd really prefer a more positive approach than that) or "Doritos are not very good for you, but apples will make you grow up strong" are insufficient.
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April 14, 2004
Pictures and Ghosts
The lunch with Mr Y's Dad and Stepmum was a bit stressful and a bit surreal, but overall it went well. We had a long drive out to their place, and when we got there I was flabbergasted.
Holy cow.
I was nowhere near financially equipped to understand and relate to people on this level. Their home was beautifully renovated, a house I would put at about late 1700's. I felt utterly inadequate, and more than a little bit scruffy, even though I was turned out nicely in a nice sweater and skirt, and Melanie's necklace. I was relieved that Mr. Y, looking very handsome in a Gap shirt and jeans, was not concerned with the trappings of wealth, and was reassuring and kind.
Mr. Y's father-with whom he has a strained relationship-was similar to Mr. Y in many ways-common interests, same jokes and digs, similar builds. It makes Mr. Y uncomfortable to hear this, I think, but then I also get squirmy when I am told I am like my dad, so maybe we are more in common than we both think. His father and mother busted up when he was 12, when his father left his mother for his younger, foreign (New Zealander) girlfriend.
History repeating itself, or are we all subject to the whims of our fates?
But Mr. Y's father was nice, and his Stepmum, while a bit reserved, was apparently no more so than she usually is. She was kind to me, and I saw her regarding me frequently. Perhaps we can be friends, since we have much in common? Perhaps she views me negatively? Perhaps I am even more common than the background she came from?
Wandering through their house, I saw a picture in their sitting room of Mr. Y's ex-wife on their wedding day, the picture blurred out as photographers do, to show soft edges. She looks young and fresh in the picture (I am not having a go at Her, I think we all look younger and fresher 15 years ago than we do now.)
And I was struck inside with a feeling of weirdness.
I was walking around in a home that She had vacationed in. That She was (is) a part of, a family member in. I am an outsider, a new person, and always will be, I think.
I doubt they'll take that picture down-they expect that I know the score, that I have been fully briefed on the situation, and should be a grown-up about it. And that's fine, I can be.
But I sure don't want to go into their sitting room for a while.
The ghosts stayed with me. Going to Scotland, where it was 17 years ago that Mr. Y proposed to his ex-wife. Also in Scotland, where he thought about his other long term relationship before his ex-wife, where he had a very special trip there with the first girl.
We are not new to each other in terms of the love field-I have a past, he has a past, they're things to deal with. I know that sometimes Mr. Y feels uncomfortable about Kim, and I can understand-how can you compete with a dead man? How can you ever be secure of their memory, when you can't be secure in them?
Picture and visits aside, I was handling it all well, up until the end. When we were headed back to the Glasgow airport, I dug into the trunk of the car to stash our candy in the suitcase. Unusually, I found it locked. So I turned to Mr. Y and asked him the code.
He replied the 3 digits, and I thought about the 3 digits.
It hit me what they were.
His wedding anniversary.
Then there were rolls of weirdness, and a wariness of a stupid Samsonite that I am constantly aware of. It's ridiculous-there are many things in his daily life that he had with Her. There are gifts from Her. There are constant reminders, just as he faces in return-I have many things from X Partner Unit. But that suitcase did me in, had me feeling awkward in ways I couldn't reach into myself for, and I can only think this: some things will take time to stop feeling weird about. It will take some time, but sensitivities will (I hope!) start to decrease. This is one of those things.
That, and I hope to god that he will change the code soon.
Anway, as promised, some pictures (isn't Scotland-and Mr. Y-lovely?):
The beautiful Highlands. View image
My dream summer home. View image
I clean up after being dirty. View image
Mr. Y and I, just after a ski-lift ride
View image
My piper in Edinburgh. View image
-H.
PS-Jennifer is fantastic. I got this book today and I laughed my ass off-thanks, precious, it was a laugh much needed!
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Posted by: gymrat at April 14, 2004 07:50 PM (nnOa7)
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I like your taste in homes!
Don't fret overmuch on the luggage, H. It's been that code since he first bought it and he'll never even think of changing it unless you point it out. He doesn't think of his anniversary when he unlocks it, he thinks of 3 numbers.
I've got a briefcase with a combination that is the birthday of a girlfriend from highschool. It's just the way guys are - we use those numbers so we can remember them if we need to but they don't mean anything more than numbers to us.
Posted by: Jim at April 14, 2004 07:55 PM (IOwam)
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Beautiful photos! I like your taste in homes, too.
Posted by: dawn at April 14, 2004 08:09 PM (F4jxd)
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The pictures are beautiful!
Posted by: Sue at April 14, 2004 08:34 PM (AaBEz)
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...we have walked the same streets in many ways, Helen... Glasgow.. Edinburgh... Glencoe.. Skye.. and, heartbreak... but, being "common" is a state of mind, babe... I'm a Hillbilly from way back, and I never felt intimidated by new ways.. or new Gentry.. we are all important.... be proud of your heritage.. you are a star...
Posted by: Eric at April 15, 2004 01:36 AM (Py0cM)
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Helen,
The traces of her will gradually become lighter and lighter and eventually almost disappear.
And yes, both Y and Scotland are, indeed lovely.
Oh, so are you!
Posted by: Heather at April 15, 2004 04:22 AM (hWhTr)
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I gotta go with Jim and Gymrat, numbers are just numbers, my personal favorite for computer passwords is car lic plates. It makes checking into hotels easier too =)
and DAMN those bubbles!!!
Dane
Posted by: Dane at April 15, 2004 06:08 AM (ncyv4)
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No wonder Mr Y is grinning like a Chesire cat. Lucky b*ast*rd
Posted by: Simon at April 15, 2004 07:02 AM (OyeEA)
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the past haunts us sometimes, doesn't it? i have a classic pooh that i was convinced to keep (rather than give to a baby) by my ex, to whom i had given a larger matching pooh named Bear that had also once been supposedly destined for someone else's kid. then we broke up. the little bear is with me, but sometimes when i look at him I think... what's happened to Bear? I can't picture my ex with Bear still on his bed... I'm sure he got rid of him. Is he somewhere rotting in a landfill? Was he donated to Goodwill?
Posted by: reflection at April 15, 2004 08:55 AM (apSYH)
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Mr Y doesnt have dark hair, he does is my head!
Helen, it is time that he spent living another life that makes you feel wierd, and it is time together which will give you a past and stop the weirdness. Sorry, not very elloquent as usual but i am sure you get the idea!
As for the book - i have seen it and it is fab!
Abs x
Posted by: abs at April 15, 2004 10:32 AM (lnpfn)
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how nice to finally see mr y after so long! you two make such a cute couple!
my atm card passcode was my ex's birthday for so long. i didn't change it til i needed to change my bank account. it seemed silly to change it otherwise. but when i did change it, it felt rather good.
oh, and what a sexy bubble bath picture, you hot mama you!
Posted by: kat at April 15, 2004 12:30 PM (FhSIP)
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Numbers are numbers. Those memories represent 17 years of Mr. Y’s life. That chapter may be closed now, but it made him who he is today. In a weird way, you owe “her” gratitude for not only shaping him, but in making those choices that ultimately brought him to you.
You donÂ’t want to deny Mr. Y those memories. Just like you wouldnÂ’t want him to deny you memories of Kim.
If you get a chance, go catch “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” when it comes around. Aside from being a cool movie, I may just hit a chord with you...
Posted by: Clancy at April 15, 2004 04:09 PM (EGVPL)
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Oh - and thanks for the picture of Y - it's nice to put a face to the name - even if both of you are sporting a JF'ed look...
Posted by: Clancy at April 15, 2004 04:19 PM (EGVPL)
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You look very happy in the pics. Im glad we could see Mr. Y. With face recognition software we shall have his identity in no time
Posted by: Drew at April 15, 2004 04:24 PM (CBlhQ)
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That's so funny, I thought Y would have dark hair too! Funny how you imagine people in your head. You are a lovely looking couple!
I understand completely the feeling of weirdness you feel. Whenever I visit my fiance's family and see pictures of his ex wife, I get a little winded too. Here's hoping the weirdness diminishes with time.
Posted by: Rebecca at April 15, 2004 04:55 PM (ZHfdF)
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Sweet pictures of Scotland!! I'm taking my daughters there someday, God willing.
Since you two are as frequent as rabbits (we should all be so lucky
and birth control is only 96% (or less) effective, shouldn't you hammer out the "children" issue sooner than later? Plus you don't want to endure the hardships of joining the family if it's not the right family to be in.
What's worse than being 30, wanting a child, and not having one? Being 33, 35, 39, 43,..., wanting a child, and not having one. You may not want one this very minute, but you should come to a 100% agreement if it will occur and roughly when.
Don't you agree? Otherwise you might find yourself 32 or more and having to start over or give up the dream of children. Both seem excruciatingly undesirable.
Posted by: Solomon at April 15, 2004 05:01 PM (t5Pi1)
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How lovely you and Y are. I dream of again visiting Scotland, my husband and I were married there on 10/31/03, and I feel so close to him when I see photo's of Scotland. You look so in love and my suggestion would be to make a few anniversaries of your own. The day you started your new life. The day you started your new job. The day you realize that he is in love with you for who you are and not remembering any "numbers" associated with anyone other than you.
You are the person he has chosen and you are worthy.
Posted by: jennifer at April 15, 2004 06:37 PM (lHvU3)
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lol.."Mr Y gets jealous of Kim"...that's the ONE guy you can't cheat on him with!
(I know, I know that's not what you meant, but it is the basis for the jealously! )
Looks like you had a great trip, I just got back from Dallas myself...lots of sun, nice zoo, Galleria is under re-construction, and of course, the ghosts of Helen are everywhere!!
Posted by: jimi at April 15, 2004 07:26 PM (zE10C)
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Hey, where is Luuka? When do I get Luuka? LUUUUUUUKKKAAAA!
Posted by: Carlene at April 15, 2004 09:51 PM (+qvkR)
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PS. Nice, um, tub. Really. ::kisses::
Posted by: Carlene at April 15, 2004 09:52 PM (+qvkR)
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I understand totally about Kim though... I too have a dead man in my past (that sounds awful), but there isn't any way to "get over" that. a living person you're not with is proof that you're where you want to be. (sort of)
love the summer dream home, and the bubble bath
and *she* will vanish, bit by bit. my *she* is just about non-existant now. and I don't really care anymore, either.
time works wonders
Posted by: melanie at April 15, 2004 10:11 PM (jDC3U)
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I shoud be the personal photographer of you and Mr.Y. I'd do a good job!
Posted by: Marie at April 16, 2004 02:41 AM (3Y1np)
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See, here's the thing: that part of his life will never, ever go away. Neither will the bits of yours that pre-date him. And you don't want to shove any of that down, because it's part of what makes you both who you are. The trick is picking which bits to retain. It will likely always cause him pain that his marriage didn't work - just as it will always be hard for you to have lost Kim. *That doesn't detract from what you build together.* In my mind, if anything, it adds to the possibility of you creating a life, because you know yourselves so much better.
It's all good, in other words.
Posted by: Kaetchen at April 16, 2004 06:45 PM (1nMRx)
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So glad you received and like the book! I think it is hilarious! What cute chickens.
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April 13, 2004
The Highlanders
Just a brief one from me....
Scotland was incredible.
I loved it.
I must go back.
It all started off a bit weird-we had a mad dash to the airport in order to get there in time, and just barely made the flight after getting a really ass-y check in desk (note to self: BMI hates their passengers more than any other airline I have ever known!) We got onto the flight with no time to spare and not seated next to each other, so two rows ahead of my Y, I sat next to a man and his son, and settled in for a one hour flight. Shortly before our landing, I noticed that the young boy was humming a tune, and then he started singing softly. It was cute little kid music, a gentle song, and I started singing along with it in my head until I realized the words the kid was singing. I looked over in horror and saw him closing the plastic window cover as he sang:
"We're going down....we're going to die...." again and again.
Then he started rolling his eyes in his head and smacking his head on the plastic window cover, and I thought Oh my fucking God, is this kid channeling the Big Bopper? Oh my God, this is the creepiest thing ever...
But the young boy's channels must've been messed up, since we landed without incident.
Y and I got into our rental car and headed out north, to the Highlands, to Ben Nevis and Glencoe. And for once, I am out of metaphors. I am out of words to describe what can only be the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my life, ever. It was brilliant, lonely, empty, haunting, and thrilling, all in one. Y and I took a ski lift on one of the mountains, which was empty this time of year since there was no snow. And on the way up, with gentle waterfalls and aching cold, I had my hand in Y's lap, helping him to...enjoy...the scenery.
When we got to the top, we decided to do as the Highlanders did, and initiate the mountain.
Wonderful.
We got to our bed and breakfast, a gorgeous and enormous ancestral home run by the most eccentric Scotsman I'd ever met, and settled in for a wonderful sleep. And sleep we did-we slept like rocks, with the window open, showering us with Highland chilled air and wrapped in each other, until a 7 am Y sat bolt upright. He looked at me. Looked at the end of the bed. I looked down then and saw that we had hada security breach during the night.
Curled up at the end of the bed was a fat and very satisfied looking tabby cat. And I, so deeply missing my cats myself, lay in a fetal position, the fat cat curled in the hollow of my knees, and allowing me to scratch the side of her ears for ages.
It was perfect.
We then puttered around Highlands in our rented Vauxhall Corsa, screaming down mountain tracks and laughingly leaning forward to strain back up them on the single track roads. It was great fun, and we pulled into Inverness later that evening, then off to what has to be the most upscale bed and breakfast I have ever stayed in. It was pure luxurious attention to all the details, and Y and I had a romantic morning in the darkness, when he reached out for me.
Then we headed off to Loch Ness (nope, didn't see it) and a drive through the central part of Scotland before settling in Edinburgh, where we spent the day today, walking, laughing, diving out of the rain and getting charmed by bagpipes (which, actually, turn me on like no ones business).
We are now back in Newbury, with a mass of laundry to do, love bits up and down our backs, and the hope that things will stay as good as they have been.
Pics and a few other things tomorrow. including a debacle....
-H.
PS-Dane sent me two boxes of Cap'n Crunch for my birthday, thereby making him my personal hero. Thank you, dearest
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It sounds like you had a lovely time. I better not read it again, for I fear I will turn green.
Posted by: Heather at April 14, 2004 12:01 AM (rIGeZ)
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the bagpiper buskers in Edinburgh?... you da bomb, babe... I wish I was there.... next to the Marks and Sparks?... I wish I was there to see it....
Posted by: Eric at April 14, 2004 01:20 AM (Py0cM)
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Le sigh. Le envy.
Posted by: Emma at April 14, 2004 02:08 AM (kpNlZ)
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glad you had a lovely time......we miss you when you dash off on your mad weekend trips, but love to hear the tales when you come back home....
Posted by: mitzi at April 14, 2004 02:26 AM (51AFg)
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I am absolutely relieved that you are doing well. Oddly enough, I worry about you at times. I have never met you, we have exchanged a couple of emails, but I've never met you.
I worry about you like I would worry about a younger sister. I want so much for you to have a happy life - a life where you feel so okay about yourself that you will never hurt or let anyone else hurt you again.
Okay. I'll shut up now. Take care!
Posted by: Beth at April 14, 2004 02:28 AM (90Ric)
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So Cool...all happy and lovey dovey...
Its great to see things working out so well.
Posted by: butterflies at April 14, 2004 02:31 AM (karT6)
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It sounds like you had a wonderful time! Thanks for posting your adventures - I love living vicariously as you travel and enjoy the world. Glad to "hear" you sounding so happy and satisfied.
Posted by: Lisa at April 14, 2004 03:02 AM (uxfbz)
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When we went to Scotland last year for our anniversary, we drove to Glencoe. Until then, I hadn't understood why so many Scotts had immigrated to New Zealand. Suddenly all the landscape looked just like the middle of the South Island. Beautiful! We have to go again, since I never got to the Culloden battlefield, which is closer to Inverness. I'd be very interested knowing the name of your B and B in Inverness!
Posted by: Oda Mae at April 14, 2004 06:02 AM (s7JOc)
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Memo to self: clean every ski-lift I ever board in all of Scotland. I'll bet Y can't recall anything about the friggin' scenery if he was enjoying a bit of rub and tug.
Lucky b*st*rd.
Posted by: Simon at April 14, 2004 06:05 AM (GWTmv)
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Sounds fantastic. Maybe I can get Lovely Wife to duplicate it. Hey, do you mind babysitting three short but cute monsters for a couple days? ;-)
Posted by: Jim at April 14, 2004 11:22 AM (saeHM)
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Sounds like a good time was had by all: Y, Helen, tabby cat, and mountain. ;-)
One of these years I'll have to go and see Scotland and Ireland myself. Until then, I'll just have to live vicariously through other people's wonderful travel reports... Sigh.
Posted by: Gudy at April 14, 2004 01:18 PM (K12RR)
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i am so glad you enjoyed it
abs x
Posted by: abs at April 14, 2004 03:22 PM (lnpfn)
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First and most important, THANKYOU thankyouthankyou for the lovely birthday pres, H. I squealed like a five year-old when the box was opened. You absolutely made my week!
I'm glad you had such a lovely time in Scotland. It's supposed to be just gorgeous, people included. And isn't it funny how a critter coming in can change the whole day? I don't know how people live without pets. A morning without kitty time isn't worth having.
Big smooch and thanks again!
Posted by: Kaetchen at April 14, 2004 04:35 PM (1nMRx)
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I'm officially jealous...I've always dreamed of Scotland.
Posted by: Marie at April 14, 2004 05:05 PM (PQxWr)
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Marie-I wish you'd been there, too-your pictures are FABULOUS!
Eric-it was indeed in front of M&S in Edinburgh!
Oda-it was the Boath House, near Nairn. I can't recommend it highly enough, really!
Kaetchen-my pleasure, dearest!
Jim-sign me up. Ilove babysitting....er...does that mean you'll pay for my flight?
Posted by: Helen at April 14, 2004 07:56 PM (Ztsb6)
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I was thinking we'd dump 'em off on you over there but now that you mention it, it'll be much cheaper to fly you over here than to fly them over there. Good thinking, Helen!
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What Would You Do?
Sometimes I get upset about things beyond my control. TV shows, for example, can wind me up like nobody's business. A TV show was on this week in England about a man who was on a train and witnessed a woman being seriously harrassed by two men on the train. She looked to him for help, but he didn't come to her aid, and when his stop came, he got off the train and went home.
And once he'd left, the woman was raped on the train.
Now, this was just a TV show, but you can see how it would happen. How often have we witnessed fights happening but didn't get involved? Seen women smack their kids and not say anything?
I for one get involved, I cannot stand people being pushed around. The TV show made me viciously angry, I was wringing my hands, hating the TV show, hating that a man would walk away from a woman who may be in peril, angry that there are men that attack women.
I understand the human need to "not get involved". No one likes to interfere, and no one likes it when they are interfered with. But at the same time, I think we have a social responsibility to get involved. Now, this does not equate to me thinking that we should invade countries that we interpret as needing it. What I am talking about is the basic level, the human level, the interaction of helping out one person who may need you.
I never thought I would be in that situation myself.
Tuesday on the Thames Link train to Newbury from London, I was very tired and busied myself reading the paper and struggling to stay awake. On the seat next to me was a young girl, perhaps about 9 or so, and her older sister, perhaps 14 years old, sat across from her. Their loot was spread out on the table in front of us-they had been to the Gap, Boots, and a whole host of those under-16 type clothing stores whose bubblegum pop blares out onto the sidewalk whenever the door of the store swings open.
A man got on the train and sat next to the 14 year old. He was probably in his late 40's, carrying a backpack, and looking tired himself. The two girls were excitedly going through their purchases of the day, the look of young animation that goes with shopping when you're young, with a handful of cash and no obligations to pay the money back. The 14 year old pulled out a bottle of Cover Girl liquid foundation.
"What's that?" asked the man curiously.
"It's foundation." replied the teen, smiling.
"You don't need that. You're already very pretty."
I looked up over my paper. The teen smiled winningly back, accepting the compliment. The young girl just looked at the two of them, possibly annoyed that their treasure recon mission of goodies had been interrupted.
"How much was it?" asked the man.
"About 5 pounds." replied the teen, shrugging.
"I'm so glad I'm a man." replied the man. "I would hate to be a young girl like you."
The teen smiled back, and turned back to her sister. Something in the transaction was bothering me, but I didn't know what. It had echoes in my head of something that could be unpleasant, but then again maybe I am too sensitive, I can't recognize kindness, or that I am horribly paranoid, so perhaps it was nothing. Sensitivies from that tv show. My past.
But still.
The teen took out a plastic sack filled with tank tops in bright colors reminiscent of parasols on the beach, summer tops that hinted of warm shoulders and suntans. The girls chattered animatedly about what to wear them with.
The man spoke. "How much were those, then?" he asked.
The teen took the tag of one in her pink sparkly fingernail polished hand. "14 pounds." she replied.
He nodded. "I'll bet you'll look real pretty in that."
The teen smiled less winningly this time, no teeth showing, looking down, accepting the compliment. The little girl looked confused and wary, not wanting to engage the man in talks, not sure what to do or where to go, not wanting to talk.
And that coment got to me. I dropped the paper so that he could see me watching him. He looked at me, uneasy with me watching him. He kept his eyes on the girls the rest of the time. I kept my eyes on him. The girls kept their eyes on the table.
As my stop approached, I was glad to see that they were getting off, too. Otherwise, I quite honestly would have asked them if they wanted to sit in the front of the train, in the empty car. Maybe I would've ridden the train longer. I'm not sure, all I know is I couldn't have left them there, not after that tv show, not with the weird feelings I was having about the whole transaction. As I stood, they hurriedly stood with me, and we all walked to the exit before the train pulled into the station.
The little girl looked up at me, brown eyes liquid and cheeks pink. "Can I press the button?" she asked, referring to the lit-up button on the panel that opened the doors at the station.
I looked at her, excited and young, and tried to remember when, or if, I ever felt that way, that young and innocent and naive. I knew in that moment that I never wanted any man to come in and make her feel weird again. I could kill anyone that tried to hurt her, this complete stranger to me, this youthful fresh thing that would be broken by life in her own time, but should never be robbed of it early.
"Sure, sweetheart." I said. And when we pulled into the station her chubby hand proudly opened the door, the finger with the little crescent of dirt under the short nail firmly pushing the lit button, and the three of us stepped out of the train and onto the chilly platform.
-H.
PS-Happy Easter! Nothing from me until Tuesday, when we are back from Scotland.
PPS-I am meeting Mr. Y's father and stepmother today for lunch. Tranquilizers all round!
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I was all set to go after this:
I for one get involved,
And to be snarky, and to ask, "All-ways?" Because I can name you three--no, four--no, seven times in the last week when I've said, "Ah, to hell with it, let someone else handle that."
But what you've talked about here is serious. And I've done it: Given people that look that says, "I'm watching you. I'm paying attention. And if you keep on the way I think you're going, don't think I won't dial the cops, scream for help, or yell 'Fire!' in a crowded theater." You write so well. I hope you don't think I'm going overboard saying it, but Christ, you really do. I knew exactly what you were talking about.
And I owe part of that feeling of I-can't-just-sit-back-and-do-nothing to a guy who accosted an ugly ex-boyfriend of mine outside a grocery store one day. He kept asking me, are you all right? Do you need help? You don't need to put up with this. You really don't. He didn't need to do any of that. He could have let it all slide by, and at the time, I'd have preferred he did. I just didn't want to be part of a scene in public. But he never left my mind and I never stopped being thankful that someone took two minutes out of his day to say, no, bullshit, this is all wrong, and I'm going to say so and see if I can do something to fix it.
Well, enough. You don't need no tranquilizers for Mr. Y's relatives, girl. You just go on being your own bad self.
Posted by: ilyka at April 09, 2004 09:05 AM (v5kmU)
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Well, look at us three girls, here. All Munivians. Whoda thunk it, huh?
I agree with Ilyka -- you write so well that I was right there with you. And bravo to you for caring for that little girl. I tried to remember if I was ever that young, that fresh, that wholesome -- but it was too damned long ago.
Enjoy Scotland while I'm writhing around in my jealousy.
As for the In-Laws? You'll smile that beautiful smile; how could they NOT love you? Psh. No worries.
Posted by: Emma at April 09, 2004 09:11 AM (kpNlZ)
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you will be fine, you dont need tranquilizers. breathe they will love you and if they dont something is wrong with THEM.
enjoy Scotland, really I am getting quite jealous of life #6!
Posted by: stinkerbell at April 09, 2004 09:19 AM (lkCj7)
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Having three young daughters of my own, I am thankful there are people like you in the world. I hope that if they are ever in uncomfortable circumstances, like what you described, that someone would step up. I certainly would!
I agree, also, that you'll do fine with the In-laws. I'm sure of it.
Posted by: Sue at April 09, 2004 09:24 AM (AaBEz)
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I personally have never been tested further than stopping the police to report something. I have a friend who you could label a hero. The funny part is you probably couldn't find a less likely hero if you tried. He is self centered, boisterous, typical entertainment type, but in the last 10 years or so I have seen him jump from a helicopter to save a lady in a car during a flood, and run into a burning helicopter to save the pilot. The difference I think, is when in those situations where most of us would stop and think, he just see's something that needs to be done, and without thinking just does it. At times I wonder if its a virtue, or a flaw. There are two people alive today that would choose the former
Helen, once again, your ability to capture, not only the moment, but the feeling, while presenting an idea is nothing short of amazing.
Thank you
Posted by: Dane at April 09, 2004 09:40 AM (ncyv4)
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Yesterday coming from work, I noticed a dropped bag next to a ATM machine. Apparently someone forgot it when they used the thing to get money or whatever. In a numb and selfish way, I looked away and continued to walk home, tired and feeling sad. But I couldn´t sleep until 2 or 3 a.m. because I kept thinking I could have helped someone. Also, with the terrorist threat paranoia around here, I´m surprised no one caled the bomb squad.
Another big issue here also is paedophilia, major public figures are arrested and waiting trial on a huge law action. Considering my two lovely nieces, I suppose I do pay more attention to those situations(like the one on the train).
The in-laws will love you. Love them and give them a chance to love you back...
Miguel.
Posted by: msd at April 09, 2004 11:45 AM (bV4GK)
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Shame on their parents for letting a 9 and 14 year old be in a dangerous spot like a subway without supervision. It's sad that we have to assume the guy was a pervert. He might have just been a nice, fatherly type; but we can't (and I'm glad you didn't) assume that to be true.
With regard to intervening, an immature person does what they feel; a mature person does what is right. Actually, that applies to just about everything.
I'd want someone to help me if I was those girls, and Jesus said, "So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the law and the Prophets." As Terry Tate (office linebacker) said on the Reebok commercial, "That ain't new baby!!"
Posted by: Solomon at April 09, 2004 01:44 PM (t5Pi1)
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My daughter is about to turn 9. She would have wanted to push that button too. Knowing there are people out there who will do what you did takes away on small grain of my worries for the future.
The truly sad thing is that despite my desire to want to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, to want to think maybe he's just being friendly - maybe he has young daughters of his own that he loves and these girls just brought some of that out, I found myself hoping you kicked him in the balls on the way off the train.
Posted by: Stephen Macklin at April 09, 2004 01:47 PM (4819r)
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Have you ever heard of Kitty Genovese? (sp?)
In the fifties, I think it was, she was stabbed multiple times over a hour or two hour period in the street outside her home. The guy left and came back three times. She was killed, eventually, and the police interviewed her neighbors and every one of them heard it. No less than 30 people, we're talking about, and not one of them so much as called the police. The reasons were mostly lame-o versions of that 'don't want to get involved' tripe. But in any event, not one single person helped.
To be honest, I've done it. In big ways and small ones. It weighs on me sometimes. If I see something like that again, I hope I'll do better.
Posted by: Allison at April 09, 2004 02:36 PM (YmC5g)
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the only time i've had to get involved was when i saw a man hit another with a brick in the face about 3 feet away from me. the gushing blood was enough to make me run and call an ambulance.
i would've stuck around for those girls too. your description of that guy was way too familiar. i wish someone had been watching out for me the way you were watching out for them.
Posted by: kat at April 09, 2004 02:53 PM (FhSIP)
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I say always go with your instincts. If I am in a situation in which I feel uneasy, I get out of there fast. I firmly believe that these gut feelings have saved me from several potentially dangerous situations. I applaud you for watching out for those girls. Obviously they were feeling uncomfortable as well. We were blessed with these instincts for a reason. We should use them more often.
Posted by: Andrea at April 09, 2004 02:58 PM (strQe)
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I hope someone like you is there if my daughters are ever in a situation like that.
Whether or not I get involved can be highly situational. As a general rule I believe in helping the innocent, or my neighbor. Anything that occurs on my street gets my immediate attention.
One day I saw a man that I knew was a registered sex offender & pedophile walking down my street. I immediately confronted him, and told hime very bluntly what I'd do to him if I saw him on my street again. Haven't seen him since.
However, when the drunk down the street was chasing shithead gang-banger son with a machete, I just called 911, and stood by to watch the show. If he'd been chasing the younger son, I'd have tried to step in, but the older one is a real asshole, and so are his friends.
So I'm a believer in getting involved. Actually, it's my job.
Easy
PS-Thanks for the link!!
Posted by: Easy at April 09, 2004 03:10 PM (t3Fe6)
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H,
The same thing just happened to me the other day! My son turned 6 on Wednesday so he, my daughter, and I went to a nearby park to tryout his new boomerang frisbee.
There was a lawn maintenence truck sitting in the lot when we got there and a workman sitting on a picnic table watching kids play tag. I first thought he was just another dad with his kids at the park. While my kids were going out of there way to park my son's new frisbee in every tree they could find I kept watching/listening this guy. After 15-20 minutes I noticed not one of the kids really seemed to belong to him. Not only that he had singled out the oldest girl playing tag and had started chatting her up. When I heard him ask her, "So, how old are you?" The girl innocently told him she was in 8th grade and was proud that she would be a freshman in high school next year. I didn't hear his response so much as the way he said it. Very creepy. I felt like choking the shit out of the guy.
My daughter then made an attempt at the frisbee throwing high-altitude record and it landed within 10 feet of the guy. I walked over to pick it up and said to the man "You need to watch out, if you're not careful we're liable to take your head off."
Luckily the kids decided to start playing on the slides on the other side of the park and it would have been more than conspicuous if he wandered over with them. He climbed into his truck about five minutes later and drove off.
There were 20+ kids playing in this park and other than myself there wasn't an adult in sight. I felt guilty leaving without a changing of the guard. I pass this park every day coming home from work. You can bet I'll notice that red truck if it comes back.
Happy Easter, little flame. I hope you and Y have a great time in Scotland this weekend!
Posted by: Paul at April 09, 2004 03:14 PM (bWfDG)
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I agree wholeheartedly. It's not a social obligation to get involved but yes it is anyway. It's the right thing to do. And if you misread the situation and somebody who wasn't dangerous gets hurt feelings then so what? That's nothing compared to the alternative.
Ilyka has a fantastic write up on this subject at her old place. I'll see if I can find it.
Have a great time in Scotland!
Posted by: Jim at April 09, 2004 04:13 PM (IOwam)
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there have been some interesting studies done on the phenomenon of "not getting involved." some have found that if only one person makes a move to help, everyone else in the area will join in. it's odd - part of it may come from not trusting one's instincts, but there is a strange paralysis...denial? what?
after the madrid bombing it was revealed that, before the explosions, people on the trains saw abandoned backpacks and just didn't act on whatever suspicions they might have had. there is that odd unwillingness to do something about what
might happen....
Posted by: erin at April 09, 2004 04:13 PM (1KL5M)
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H~
You've inspired me to write something similar to this on my blog.
Thanks for the compliment by the way. That means alot. Happy Easter, Sweetie.
Posted by: Tiffani at April 09, 2004 04:15 PM (xpNFK)
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I'm the Queen of Always Get Involved. Hell, I'm raising my boyfriend's niece, simply because her mother is incompetent. I'm the sort of person that walks up to women who are smacking their kids and reminds them that leaving bruises is legally child abuse. (I've done that more times than I can remember.) I'm also the sort of person that will bluntly tell a 12/13/14/15 year old if the top they're wearing will attract attention they're not comfortable with. In the situation on the train, I would have inserted myself into the conversation, and made a pointed comment about the dangers of young girls meeting random men on the train - and I've done that in the mall or on the bus. Hell, I probably would have told the girls to not go out again by themselves, or insist upon an older escort. When said niece's 12 yr old best friend threw a tempertantrum last night and refused to get into the car after dinner, walking away across the parking lot towards a busy intersection, I told her that if I couldn't guarantee her safety, then I was sending her home - and did, calling her mother to come get her. I'll tell people that a child's behavior is suggestive of sexual abuse (and I've never been wrong) and I always hold the door for the elderly. I write people real letters when I hear they're feeling down, or when they need some emotional support. Oh, and I *always* call the state police when I see someone's car broken down on the side of the road. The one thing I don't do is pick up hitchhikers - but my brother and father do. (I wouldn't want to mess with them, either.
The interesting thing is that almost without question the people with whom I interact are a) grateful and b) want to stay in touch. Apparently people who care enough to open their mouth are rare.
Posted by: Courtney at April 09, 2004 05:19 PM (QcBWB)
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This
almost happened recently in NYC. A mentally ill man pushed a woman off the subway platform onto the tracks, and she couldn't pull herself back up onto the platform as the train was pulling into the station. A few dozen people just stood and watched, no one offering to help her. Finally, a man pushed his way through the crowd and pulled her up in the nick of time.
Personally, I can't fathom just sitting there. I would do something.
Posted by: the girl at April 09, 2004 06:29 PM (IglhY)
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I'll try to get involved more. You write so vividly, I felt like I was in the train with you. Happy Easter to you as well. Hope everything goes your way. Godbless.
Posted by: Vikkicar at April 09, 2004 07:38 PM (zy2B1)
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You read a scene well H and I think the guy knew it. I think you did good by not over galvanizing the situation for the girls. erin, you give an interesting description of the "not getting involved." phenomenon. Some of it may be partially because of the fear of litigation.
Instinctively in a split second I grabbed a child once; a few feet from the curb running straight thru the gap between two sidewalk benches. I could feel the wind from a passing car while regaining my balance after making a scooping catch. The parents were coming out of a restaurant and as they caught up the Mom was frowning at me saying "He was only going to the bench." I think she was being defensive about letting the child run ahead of them. I didn't stay to argue but the child was just old enough that running pell-mell was a great new sport and gave me the impression the fast approaching curb was no boundary and sitting on a bench was the last thing on his mind.
The situation I see, Courtney, is that most 12/13/14/15 year old girls are quite comfortable with attracting attention to themselves as they begin to experiment. I understand your effort but as soon as your back is turned many will mouth the word 'bitch'. Maybe in a few years they'll remember what you told them and appreciate it then.
Posted by: Roger at April 09, 2004 08:36 PM (8S2fE)
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I am so proud of you! I have 4 grown daughters and 1 daughter-in-law (Kitty Says) and I know they would react in the same manner you did. And that is heart-warming to us of the older generation. While I am not one to espout moralism, this is one case where we all have a moral obligation to protect our children from others and from themselves.
Know the in-laws will find you as enchanting as all of us. Have a great weekend.
Posted by: greyheadedstranger at April 09, 2004 10:51 PM (AiWU/)
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I was walking into a grocery store one rainy day and a very old lady with a walker slipped on the wet pavement. Her walker slid away and she ended up flat on her back, with the rain falling on her. She obviously couldn't get up and was in a lot of pain. There were maybe 10 or 12 people next to her, and no one - not one of them - stopped. Most of them turned their heads and pretended they hadn't seen it and couldn't hear her cries (three feet away). And I'll never forget...one person actually STEPPED OVER HER and hurried to their Mercedes.
I had run to her as soon as she fell, and the store manager came out pretty quickly. Her clothes were soaked through and covered in mud from the pavement. She was crying from pain and embarrassment. It was awful. She ended up being ok, but I went home and cried because people can be so sucky.
When I was little a teacher told me that sympathy and empathy are two things that can change the world...I didn't understand it then but I do now.
Posted by: Lesley at April 10, 2004 12:02 AM (yQGoT)
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Im one of those *get involved ppl*..I have formed a neighbourhood watch in our apt complex in Oklahoma cos there wasnt one(and Im from New zealand)and have told all the kids that they can come to me with any problems they have.And they do.I am a teen councellor so I know what kids go through.I have knocked on ppls car windows when I see they are strapped in but their kids are NOT...I have intervened in fights between 2 grown men because they were frightening the kids,I have told a manager at a resturant that she was rude cos of the way she was treating her staff...I poke my nose in anywhere I see an injustice happening and I dont care what happens.I always speak in a calm tone and try to diffuse any situation ...I was also sexually abused as a child.
I think you did the right thing Helen ...intuition is a great thing.
Posted by: butterflies at April 10, 2004 03:30 AM (karT6)
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Your most recent post and your post from two posts back about the holocaust reminded me of Milgram's classic research see for example http://www.theecologist.org/archive_article.html?article=427&category=74
I suppose that the tendency of people to fail to come to an individual's aid may be related to the tendency of individuals to obey to the point of intentionally injuring or killing others. Two sides of the same coin?
Anyway, that guy on the train definitely sounded creepy. If your instincts say something's wrong chances are it is. Good on you for interfering! And thanks for sharing such thought provoking essays!
Posted by: Steve P at April 10, 2004 11:06 AM (+5Rhz)
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The scenario is thought provoking. I have recently found that the line between being friendly and making someone uncomfortable can be quite gray and blurry, and much depends upon the point of view of the actual perceiver of the event. However, I am also a firm believer that the innocence and safety of our children, and yes, 13/14/15/16-year-olds are still children despite their belief otherwise, must be protected and that allows a lot of leeway for making bad assumptions and hunches. Unless I misread the scenario, the man did not threaten, touch, or otherwise do harm to the young ladies. The threat that his actions were less than honorable was sufficient for the action that you took and I too am thankful that the girls were getting off at your stop so that you were not put to the decision of having to pass your stop to continue your self-appointed role as their guardian. On the off-chance that he was just a friendly man whose actions were misunderstood, I am pleased that you did not kick him in the gonads as was suggested previously.
There is also that thought that we all have a responsibility to care for and come to the aid of others. That is part of the sense of responsibility I think we all need to regain as members of a civilized society. However, sometimes getting involved is a likewise sticky situation, because when is it right to substitute your way of doing things with the parent's right to raise their own children as they see fit. Abuse is one thing, but a case in point. I once had a young step child who was sitting on the lower rack of the grocery cart lay his hand on the floor in front of the wheels of that cart as I was pushing it through the store. His fingers got run over and he began to cry. I, of course, examined his fingers which were not badly injured and said to him, "Now wasn't that a stupid thing to do?" Some woman overheard that and jumped right into my face and said, "You shouldn't ever tell a child he is stupid." I wanted to deck that lady for jumping into a situation she did not understand. I had never told that child he was stupid, but had only told him he had done a stupid thing. There is a big difference between the two and the child fully understood the point I had made and was looking at the silly woman like she was stupid. The lady had made a valid point, just made an invalid assumption and came out looking like the proverbial ass.
Take your stands people, and stand up for those who need your help, but also be alert, attentive, and objective. Don't substitute your beliefs and values for those of others without justification. Be responsible parents, citizens and neighbors and maybe we can return to a time when children can safely ride bikes up and down streets without vermin stalking them.
Posted by: Tiger at April 12, 2004 01:36 AM (G5PGV)
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I heard of a study where a professor had 3 groups of students. He told each group to finish a test & get it to his office by a specific time; anyone late would fail the exam...no excuses!! The 1st group had ample time, the 2nd group had just enough time, and the 3rd group was extremely pressed for time.
The professor had someone pretending to be seriously injured (bleeding and in agony) at the entrance to his building. Many students in the 1st group stopped to help, a few from the 2nd group helped, and none (not one) from the 3rd group stopped.
Lack of time forces us to ignore those in need. Being so hurried all the time robs us of the ability to even notice others in need or to help them if we do notice, because we don't have time to stop and help. We can't be selfless, loving, and compassionate (which most of us want to be) if we don't have time to be.
I've heard it called the hurry-up sickness, and it truly diminishes our capacity to live and love. This even applies to family life: if I'm in such a hurry to get to the tv to watch my favorite show, I may ignore my daughters who want daddy to sing them to sleep. Ruthlessly eliminate hurry from your lives!! I have, and it's liberating.
Posted by: Solomon at April 12, 2004 02:19 PM (t5Pi1)
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This thing still on?
Answer is nothing. Unless he actually laid a hand on them then I would just kept an eye on him
Posted by: drew at April 12, 2004 07:39 PM (CBlhQ)
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It's people like you that prevent perverts like this guy doing their worst. And that makes you far better than the 95% of people that would just let it slide.
Hope Scotland was good.
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your blog is always interesting unlike mine...... take care.
Wetwired Owns You!
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April 08, 2004
The Unexplored Territory
A bed isn't just a bed.
A bed, a 4 foot by 6 foot area, is a whole new platform for a range of emotions, options, and challenges.
I gave up on living in my little space and have just settled into Y's space, cramming my few possessions under his bed (and I hate having things under the bed, then I can't ascertain where the monsters are under there) and I sleep next to him every night.
The bed has become many things to me.
A bed is a Discovery Channel. Time spent exploring uncharted territory and curves, to deduce which gentle slopes have had fingers, teeth, breath there, and to leave a flag behind if you were the first. To take a look at the map of scars on a human body and ask where they came from. What is the story behind this one? How old were you? I may not remember where the host of my many scars came from, but can you tell me yours?
A bed is a history lesson. Fingers entwined and laying side by side, on the good nights you tell stories of the day you had today. Of the past, a time when I didn't know you and you didn't know me. Of tales of childhood and pleasures-he was a Scout. I read books. He watched "The Magic Roundabout", I watched "The Great Space Coasters". He lost his virginity on the marker for Greenwich Mean Time, I lost mine in the living room of my boyfriend's parents. Who were you before you knew me? And can I be myself with you, the real me, the one I am just getting to know, the contradictory nutcase that loves you to bits?
A bed is a U.N. peacekeeping zone. In times of war, when harsh ammunition has been hurled, it is a place to negotiate the finer lines of a peace treaty. You offended my nation when you said this. I attacked him when I said that. Careful not to touch borders in the bed, not to cross the lines of demarcation, we battle our way to a Resolution, which culminates in a peace-keeping fierce hug from Y as we lay down to sleep-the anger not abated but the simple desire to touch still there.
A bed is a confessional. I confess my sins, and I receive my atonement. A quick movement from Y hauls me to my back, and he kisses me hard, bruising my lips and grinding his body to mine. I return with my own confession, admitting my stupidity in lines of nail rakes down his back, drawing his head back with gasps of pain and uttered words of admonition. He slides into me roughly, the annointing oil having paved the way for him. I bit his upper arm hard, digging my teeth into the skin and allowing the salt of his skin to pervade my lips.
He flips me in one motion onto my stomach and throws the duvet over my head. From under the down quilt I hear a sweet, soft whisper noise, almost mechanical in nature, and I have no idea what it is. Seconds later, I feel raining fire on my bottom, the gasping sting of leather smacking my flesh and sending the blood vessels scattering, as he spanks me with his belt. And within a few seconds of the belt being lifted, I feel a heated pleasure build in my face and body, a tingling that I have never felt before. Four lashes in all, and then he roughly takes me from behind, finishing in seconds.
After, he gathers me up on his lap, whispering worried words that he has hurt me and apologies for being too rough. I soothe his fears and his brow, telling him that as long as he never hits me in anger, we're good. That I loved it. That I have been absolved of my sins, and he is absolved of his. We fall asleep curled up, and this morning the air of anger is clear, and that sparkle in his eye that he gets when he looks at me is back. I can feel it back in my eyes, too, a catchy edge of humor and lust, replacing the tired and swollen look of before.
My bottom is sore as hell, my lips are bee-sting swollen and he has a perfect plum shaped bite mark on his arm, along with the scattered of freshly-plowed scratches down his back. I wouldn't trade a battle scar for the world.
And it's with satisfaction that I remember my Catholic background and the wonderful absolution that comes with confessing. I know for sure that I will be visiting the bed confessional again, and I am preparing myself already.
Forgive me, Father...for I have sinned.
-H.
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If they had confessionals like that I'd still be a Catholic. Yowser. Where's my coffee?
It's good that you figured out the true maxim though. It's not "Don't go to bed mad", it's "Don't go to
sleep mad". ;-)
Posted by: Jim at April 08, 2004 11:31 AM (saeHM)
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*whew*
You need a disclaimer up top. I can't read this kind of stuff before going to work.
I won't need any coffee. I am definitely awake now...
Posted by: Easy at April 08, 2004 01:08 PM (5N2bj)
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I'm all about Jim's reply! But do watch out for the children, don't let Luuka watch.
Posted by: Marie at April 08, 2004 01:51 PM (PQxWr)
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yummy! good golly miss molly, your writing is so darn sexy!
Posted by: kat at April 08, 2004 03:05 PM (FhSIP)
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Hmmm... that doesn't sound too much like my bed. Well, a little bit. I've got a lot of the same stuff going on, but add a few cats and a farting/snoring man to the mix and that's about right.
Posted by: emily at April 08, 2004 03:56 PM (2zW8B)
Posted by: Heather at April 08, 2004 04:43 PM (uEguY)
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why self-mutilate when you can mutilate each other.... sounds peachy
Posted by: Annette at April 08, 2004 04:45 PM (DcnYk)
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That was beautiful...and hot!
If confession was truly like that i would go to church on my own, not just when i go home to visit amd my mom makes me.
Posted by: Laura at April 08, 2004 06:34 PM (FbYWq)
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So beautiful, so true. I so enjoyed reading this. It's been the highlight of my blog reading this week.
Posted by: the girl at April 08, 2004 08:58 PM (IglhY)
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Wow. That's about all I can muster right now. Just Wow.
Posted by: Sue at April 08, 2004 10:33 PM (rZmE1)
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emily, you crack me up! My sides are hurting from reading your comparison:-)
Posted by: Roger at April 08, 2004 11:21 PM (8S2fE)
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Emily's comment reminded me of this:
The difference between single women and married women is that the single woman goes home, looks at what's in the fridge and goes to bed. The married woman gets home, looks at what's in the bed and goes to the fridge.
Aheh.
Although I'm now married to the Best Husband in the World, I was married before, you know. So, I could relate.
Gad, but you write beautifully.
Posted by: Emma at April 09, 2004 12:30 AM (kpNlZ)
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Wow!
That was good for us readers too :-)
And I was just hoping to hear if you had a birthday spanking!
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April 07, 2004
The Captain Has Turned Off the No Pollyanna Sign...
This morning I got up just after 4 am and hurled myself down the London M4 to Heathrow. Late Tuesday afternoon I got the request from my manager to attend a one day meeting in Belfast, and since I have not only never been to Belfast, it was also urgent that someone from my team attend, I got nominated.
Belfast it is.
My colleagues told me to pack my flack jacket, but going to Belfast didn't scare me-not only have things calmed down a lot there, but come on-I lived in Oak Cliff, in Dallas. The roughest neighborhood in town. My Rottweiler was armed, for god's sake.
So this morning I was screaming down the motorway to catch a 6:50 flight. I was bone weary tired (having only just concluded the argument with Y the night before), and trying to be positive. I was off to Belfast, a place I had never been. The motorway was empty. Y and I had made up. The sky was lightening on the horizon, and I was looking forward to getting to the weekend-Y and I are off to Scotland for the weekend.
But pulling into Heathrow, I struggled to hold on to the happy thoughts. Traffic got messy. Police patrols were obvious. The radio was only advertisements, and as I tried to look at the sky and be positive about the colors, it came to me. For fuck's sake, Helen...it's five fucking thirty in the morning and you would commit random acts of violence for a cup of coffee. Give up on the touchy feely happy shit, ok?
I gave up.
But Belfast was cool, the little that I saw of it. It was cold and windy, and my meeting wouldn't start for an hour, so I asked the cab driver to drop me off in the city center and then give me directions to the local Dream Job building. He turned to me, speaking through the partition.
"Hubbly bubbly wee bridge bubbly. OK?" he asked.
Oh God. I'd clearly had a language bypass on the airplane without my knowledge.
"Er...could you repeat that?" I asked hesitantly.
"Bibbidy bobbity wee bridge boo." he replied, with a big smile.
Nope. It was just noise.
"I'm so sorry- I'm not used to the gorgeous Irish accent you have. Could you repeat it again?" I asked, worried that he would explode (I really do love the Irish accent. Mmmmmm....)
After another 5 minutes, some exaggerated charades, the sale of my first born child and some finger puppetry, I figured out he was giving me directions to continue straight down the street, and turn right at the wee bridge.
I am going to be saying wee a lot now. I love it.
Walking up the street, I had a short conversation with Y, but it was too windy so I stepped into an enormous community hall type building, and it was like falling into a whole new world-young girls raced about the place with wildly curly, thick Texas style hair, great quantities of makeup, and kicking their legs about while holding arms fully in place.
It was an Irish dancing festival.
I had stepped out of reality and into Riverdance.
Very cool.
When my meeting began, I was (as usual) the only Yankee, and I tried to start it off well. When I stood to begin my part of the presentation, I decided to ease in with a bit of light humor.
"Right. My presentation today should be short, but please do let me know if I am going too fast, or if I am boring. But say it nicely, since I have a fragile ego."
You could hear the crickets chirp.
Tough room.
I tried a few more jokes.
They just looked confused.
I gave up, and have decided that the men I met with were not representative of the Irish peoples.
I am home now and full of Lebanese food, gym visit done, and looking forward to relaxing. And I am going to try out some of my earlier meeting room humor on Mr. Y, see if he laughs.
Then again, I suck a clown's ass at telling jokes, perhaps I'd better turn the Pollyanna sign back on.
-H.
PS-Kaetchen, you are wonderful. I got my presents and I love them madly. Thank you, dearest. I can't wait to start laughing with Sedaris!
PPS-Melanie, you too are fabulous. I had no idea you made jewelry! A pic with me wearing the gorgeous necklace coming soon. And believe me-your necklace is much better than the three diamond one.
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You lived in Oak Cliff? Then I'm sure Belfast ain't got nuthin'.
FYI - I lived in Carrolton, & worked in Addison for a while, until I moved to Denton. (1983-92) I used to miss TX a lot more before they started selling Shiner Bock here in MO.
Joke telling is an art, but timing is everything. If they weren't expecting it, they may have just thought you'd gone insane, and were hoping you didn't start shooting.
*LOL*
Posted by: Easy at April 07, 2004 09:36 PM (QUvpJ)
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Did you take pictures of Belfast? I'd love to see some.
Posted by: Solomon at April 07, 2004 10:10 PM (t5Pi1)
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Speaking of language differences, have you been in England long enough to hear people pronouncing the letter "h" as "haytch"? It's incredibly off-putting, and I want to rip the tongue out of the mouth of every person I hear doing it.
Posted by: angel at April 07, 2004 10:59 PM (zfiwL)
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my uncle was from belfast. I can't imagine Irish people not getting a joke! you must have got duds
glad you like the necklace
(should I
advertise?)
Posted by: melanie at April 07, 2004 11:14 PM (jDC3U)
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Angel, it's not "haytch", it's "haitch". More nose and less glottal. And yeah, it's one of the few bits of the accent that rubs the wrong way for me.
I'm with Melanie - I think your Mics were defective, Helen. I've got lots of them in my family and they appreciate a good joke to the last man. Are you sure you were being funny? ;-)
Posted by: Jim at April 08, 2004 12:26 AM (saeHM)
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Oh how I love hearing about your travels. I miss traveling : ) I lived in Ireland although southwest; county kerry.
Posted by: Laura at April 08, 2004 02:40 AM (uIlrk)
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Perhaps the people in the meeting couldn't understand you, just like you couldn't understand the cab driver?
Posted by: Simon at April 08, 2004 04:02 AM (OyeEA)
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"I just flew in from from Heathrow, boy my arms are tired"
You can see why I would never advise on humor. =)
Dane
Posted by: Dane at April 08, 2004 06:54 AM (ncyv4)
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probably what simon says
(hee hee hee I said "simon says")
What an adventure you're having. When things are rough, think of those of us who've never lived more than 500 miles from home.
Though, heaven knows, enough happens around here too ...
Posted by: Frances at April 08, 2004 06:56 AM (xrLbF)
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I have never been to Ireland, i would love a visit, of course only if they find their sense of humour again. I would have laughed at the ego joke ; )
Abs x
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Jim, I am stunningly funny. Surely that's true
Angel-haven't heard that one yet. The one that annoys me the most is how they pronounce "privacy"-as "PRIV-issy." I have no idea what that bugs me-I chalk it up to being fussy.
Solomon-no pics, sorry-I would've felt like a dick taking my digital camera to a business meeting!
Melanie-please do advertise-and I will host an ad for you, too!
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You're welcome, H! Have to stick together, we (gulp) 30-somethings! Save me on April 21!
Posted by: Kaetchen at April 09, 2004 12:35 AM (1nMRx)
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Hee - I'm glad you liked Belfast. But having lived here my whole life, I *still* can't figure out what the taxi drivers are saying!
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April 04, 2004
When God Looked Away
A recap and photos of Prague tomorrow, but first I wanted to talk about a part of the Prague trip that has been on my mind since we went there.
Terezin.
Walking through Prague's Jewish quarter-an area that was decimated during the Hitler's regime for the answer to the "Jewish Question", you see so many young, fresh-faced Jews who are there as part ofa pilgrimage. Happy apple-juiced lips of young tour members sitting on the curb, staring in awe at the oldest Jewish Cemetary in Europe, with their paper souvenir yarmulke's with the word "Terezin" emblazened on it. You half wonder if they have bought more for their family members, with the words "My son went to Terezin, and all I got was this yarmulke".
But once you've been there, you understand why people are striving so hard to remember it.
Never in my whole life and in all the travels I have had, have I been to a place of greater sorrow.
Terezin is actually a large town about 50 km north of Prague, near the border of Germany. A one hour bus ride on a former USSR bus takes you there with grueling slowness, making you wonder if you should lean forward up the hill as the gears scream in agony, and once you arrive in Terezin you can't understand it, but the town is just so damn creepy. It's eerie. You have to walk 10 more minutes to the smaller concentration camp that is part of Terezin, called the Small Fortress. It was oringially built in the late 1700's as a military barracks and has been a part of horror and sadness ever since.
Terezin was devestated by the severe European flooding in 2002, and so every room has a water line up to about the waist, where the Elbe took over the Elge River and forced it to wash out the horrors of the Small Fortress.
The Small Fortress, which held women, children, men, Jews, dissidents, homosexuals, and POWs, made me feel such sadness and anger at a world gone wrong. The rooms were freezing cold and the stench of sewage so raw in the one toilet each room had. At one point, we had to walk through a courtyard under those words, those horrible words....Work Will Set You Free. I passed solitary confinement rooms where I strained to hear the prayers of those in need, the sadness in the walls, but heard nothing but the wind.
Then we walked into the tiny mortuary, and there is such a feeling of plaintive pain. Tiny shrunken ghost fingers claw at our pant legs and beg us for help. But I couldn't help them 60 years ago...and I can't help them now, even though that is all that I want to do.
Next to the mortuary is a tunnel. I stepped into the tunnel and was overwhelmed by the icy breeze that stings my face and arms. Y and I walk through it, and are overwhelmed by the length of the tunnel, and eager for the tiny slits of sunlight that filter through from time to time, yet are unable to penetrate the cold. When we exit the tunnel, it is to the execution grounds. The mass burial mound. The gallows.
We knew that was on the other side of the tunnel.
We wonder if those whose lives were ended here did, when they started their walk through the tunnels.
When you go back to Terezin, there is a museum there, called the Ghetto Museum. We entered it, and it was there that we understood the full horror, the deeper tragedy than just the one of the concentration camp we exited.
The whole town was a holding point for Jews. The whole town. Jewish people rounded up and expected to live in a "self-administration town", which in reality was a camp for Jewish children and elderly. Secured in a perimeter by the SS. And the elders who "ran" it, the rabbis and scholars, had short jurisdiction-more often than not, they were shipped off to Aushwitz. Buchenwald. The end of their lives.
Terezin served as a shipping warehouse of people, shipping off their human cargo on a regular basis to concentration and extermination camps. They regularly sent a cargo of exactly 1,000 people on trains to camps. On average, none of them survived. The Ghetto Museum? A former boys home during the War.
In all, over 8,000 children were in the camp.
Only 247 survived the war.
The rest met their end in camps.
The town actually was used as a big PR scam, perhaps contributing to those who say the Holocaust was a hoax. The Reich ordered that it be dressed up with cafes and sports events for the Red Cross, who came by and saw lots of happy Jewish community members who lived in harmony and self-rule. In order to "clean up" the town, the Reich ordered everyone to look happy, clean their clothes...and shipped 16,004 elderlyand sick Jews to Auchwitz.
Every one of them died there.
The reality is this town had 155,000 people pass through it, and less than a quarter survived. The second time the Reich dressed up the town, no one came, and so those who were part of the puppet show the Reich had ordered were sent to their deaths in the gas chambers. At the end of the war, dysentary and typhoid nearly wiped out all that had managed to survive the transports.
Terezin tries to rebuild, families are moving in there, businesses coming in. But the streets are haunted, I think, by the lost and angry sould punished for their faith, their dissent, their sexual orientation, their voices.
To those who say the Holocaust was a hoax...sit down. I have some pictures to show you. Pictures of a town and a concentration camp that was filled with people, the Lambs of God that he forgot to pay attention to for a moment. And in that moment, they were lost forever.
Pictures that, to me, prove that God doesn't exist at all.
-H.
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Helen, I couldn't open the pictures.
I don't think that I could stand a trip there, there is too much anguish embedded in the walls, floors, ceilings, and even the air that moves between them.
God did indeed look away.
Posted by: Donna at April 04, 2004 08:20 PM (7bf2S)
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Amazing stuff Helen, it truely burns into ones heart the phrase "those who forget the past are destined to repeat it"
Dane
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The anguish you felt during your visit pours out through your writing. Thank you for sharing it.
Posted by: Heather at April 04, 2004 09:35 PM (36V7/)
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very sobering. I can feel your words.
Posted by: melanie at April 04, 2004 10:12 PM (jDC3U)
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My grandmother has a polish friend that escaped Terezin. One of the many Jews that escaped to "neutral" Portugal. I´m headed for Prague in the summer, me and three other friends. I think it´s safe to say Terezin is out of the program, but not on my account. Thanks for letting me take a peak! On the other hand, I will be asking you about directions to that Lebanese restaurant, if you don´t mind. Miguel.
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Thank you for sharing your experience with us, and being so honest about your feelings while you were there. While it may be a terrible thing to see, we as a society need to make sure that it's something that is not forgotten.
I just can't believe there are people who deny what happened.
Posted by: Melissa at April 05, 2004 01:32 AM (i9VPc)
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H -
Beautifully told, so much so it brought back memories of my trip and when I was on a tour of Auchwitz. It too was a sobering experience.
Lets hope that nothing like it happens again.
and welcome back!
Posted by: Les at April 05, 2004 03:06 AM (HztMe)
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wow, sounds like a powerful experience. it was a little hard for me to read. very scary.
Posted by: kat at April 05, 2004 03:57 AM (FhSIP)
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I went to the Holocaust Museum in Washington DC, and felt some of those things too. They gave us a book with a real person who's lives we were following through the levels of the museum. Very powerful, very intense, and very sad.
My person died in one of the camps.
Posted by: Onyx at April 05, 2004 07:04 AM (G3591)
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The whole question of God during the Shoah (Holocaust) has been one of the major theological debates in Judaism since WW2. Certainly it is impossible to rationalise what happened with any idea of a just God. Personally it's a major issue for me and it is not an easy one to resolve, mostly because there is no answer.
Posted by: Simon at April 05, 2004 07:20 AM (UKqGy)
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Great, great stuff as always ...
The saddest thing is that it didn't stop there as Cambodia and Rowanda demonstrated. I doubt there will ever be a museum in Washington to remember the millions who died in those attrocities.
Mankind is a definite fixer-upper opportunity, but we are the ones who have to do the fixing up. It is not the responsibility of the land-lord
As for God, who can say - certainly not me - but if you view him as a parent then at some time you have to let the kids make their own mistakes ...
I had a discussion years ago with some friends about how could this sort of thing happen while I was wading my way through Martin Gilbert's 'The Holocaust' ... One of them saw it on my coffee table and the conversation started ... I still remember to this day the showstopper, Chris a quiet guy who had stayed out of it with me drinking wine while the others polarised on the issue ... During a pause he said "God was at Pearl Harbour ..." the pause extended for clarification ... (I paraphrase now due the passage of years and my wine consumption level at the time) "Look at it this way, God couldn't intervene explicitly Old Testament style for any number of theologically explosive reasons so it pans out like this ... The Japanese bomb Pearl Harbour 7th December 1941, and a reluctant US joins the war - without them there would be no non-communist invasion of Europe." But how was god involved "well my history tutor said that it was a miracle they didn't hit the fuel depots on hawaii - if they had done that the US would have been sunk in the pacific ... Talk of saving a few million people here or there is irrelevant in the context of development of humanity - He's in it for the long game, not a quick fix ... which gives me faith that we have a future" ... and with that he drained his glass, picked up coat and left ...
Posted by: Best Friend at April 05, 2004 12:11 PM (ADrg6)
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I feel a need to say something, but words are failing me.
Thank you for sharing.
~Easy
PS-On a lighter note, can I say how much better I like your hair, now that I've seen another picture?
Posted by: Easy at April 05, 2004 01:21 PM (dWN2K)
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There's an interesting book I read in high school that made me "feel" the holocost that way as well. It's called "Man's Search for Meaning." by Victor Frankl. A Jewish psychiatrist that survived the concentration camps. The way he described humanity and the need for survival is pure eloquence.
Posted by: Amynah at April 05, 2004 02:04 PM (tqQaS)
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Best Friend makes a good point that God indeed does allow His children to make their own decisions without intervening or with intervention that we don't notice. People say, "How could God allow that to happen?", but I bet God looks down and says, "How can PEOPLE allow that to happen?" We, just like God, had the power to stop it early on and didn't.
Mankind allowed that to happen every bit as much as God, but you don't disbelieve in mankind or humanity. I think that period should be called "When People Looked Away."
Posted by: Solomon at April 05, 2004 02:29 PM (t5Pi1)
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Thanks Solomon, I again was in the middle of struggling for words while you set them perfectly in your comment.
It was not just Hitler, the individual. There were nations of people involved and many more nations of people doing nothing. At one time the world was headed toward emulating Hitler because success is always attractive.
But there are Germans we can thank such as
Heisenberg who could have made Germany the first nuclear power years in advance of the USA. Also without the conclusion of the American Civil War there would have been no USA but a bunch of weak countries such as West Virginia and East Virginia.
And as mentioned by Best Friend there is Cambodia and Rowanda and now others such as Nigeria and the list goes on and on. Many nations are again defining problems they want to have instead of face reality and stop continuing holocausts. League of Nations, United Nations - same thing.
Elena has an interesting pictorial of Chernobyl.
Posted by: Roger at April 05, 2004 03:37 PM (8S2fE)
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Wow. I'm speechless. I was moved by your words and haunted by the pictures. Thank you for sharing.
Posted by: Lisa at April 05, 2004 03:41 PM (3goMG)
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Best Friend, nice work.
I don't mean to trivialize this point but Solomon's comment reminds me of Eddie Izzard talking about Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot, and other dictators.
Pol Pot kills 1.7 million of his own people "and we're sorta fine with that". Hitler made the mistake of killing the people next door.
"Stupid man. Because after a couple years we're not going to stand for that!"
We are our brother's keeper. We shouldn't blame God for not intervening sooner.
We should blame ourselves.
Posted by: Paul at April 05, 2004 04:08 PM (bWfDG)
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Whereas music is said to be the speech of the soul, the artwork of your words paints a vivid picture of a real, very terrifying time period. What an incredible gift you have.
Amazing Helen. Thank you.
Posted by: KJB at April 05, 2004 04:45 PM (pya+6)
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my stepfather lost his entire family, except his mother, to the holocaust. it is a sobering thought that only two people from his family exsist anymore.
the thing i think that something like this says about god (or a higher power), is not that they do not exsist, more to the point that they let man follow the free will that we are instilled with for good or evil. i don't believe that the powers that be micromanage. i think that is a trap that many very religious people fall into, thinking that god (or whatever) has nothing better to do than sit around and micromanage people's lives by inflicting them with cancer or horrible circumstances due to things that they do. the holocaust is a reminder that we are in control of our own lives, and while sure sometimes it seems there are miraculous interventions, i would say 99.999% of the time, you are on your own. so be responsible for yourself and try to do things that make a difference. looking the other way does no one any good. maybe if someone would have NOT look the other way, this would have never happened, and my stepfather would have his family.
Posted by: dani at April 05, 2004 06:46 PM (rhKBo)
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I agree with you, God does not exist. If he did people would not do hateful things to each other.
Posted by: plumpernickel at April 05, 2004 08:51 PM (zJnIr)
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You might be interested in the play (a typically high-school play but still moving) called "I Never Saw Another Butterfly," which is set in Terezin.
Posted by: elisabeth at April 05, 2004 09:28 PM (rohRV)
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God never *looks away*.He is there with us in the happiness and the sorrow.He helps us to deal with life..the way we make it.
Did he look away when His Son was crucified?..No..he sacrificed Jesus so that we may all have eternal life.Jesus gave up His life for our sin.He died a brutal death with His Father watching.A God who loved us so much he gave us his only Son.He saw the Jews crucify his Son..also a Jew..Yet He still loves us.
God doesnt stop bad things from happening to us,rather He is there with us.Helping us to cope,being there for us to call out to in our time of need.
Im not religious,but I know the existance of God because He is the light in the darkness.
Posted by: butterflies at April 06, 2004 05:37 PM (karT6)
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I won't go into god's existance or non existance, I will say that its unfortunate the people who claim allegence to a god, whichever god that maybe, often use that as a reason to do the hatefull things they do to other humans. Regardless if you call it a crusade, a fatwa, or one of the many other names applied to killing in the name of religion, the fact is you have to have some pretty jacked up ideas about right and wrong in general, along with a equally jacked interpetation of which ever religion your are subscribing to, to think its ok to kill another human being just becaue they don't believe in the same supreme being as you.
Posted by: Dane at April 07, 2004 07:45 AM (ncyv4)
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I agree Dane.
And raise the question: In the name of what supreme being did Hitler and Stalin commit their atrocities against humanity? Hitler and gang in particular were enamored with Darwin's and Wallace's theory of evolution which gives license to racial superiority; the Nazis refused to take into account that being civilized negates evolutionary processes.
I would argue that if there is no God than no one has the right to condemn Hitler and gang for doing that which would then be a natural process. They would have every right to discover if their 'superior' race should dominate based on their 'fact' that they are the most fit.
Crusades weren't conducted just against others who didn't believe in the same supreme being; the Fourth Crusade was against the Christian Byzantine Empire. The First Crusade was when Byzantine called for European help when the Seljuk Turks(converted to Sunni Islam along the way) attacked. The Europeans sacked cities on their way and when they took Jerusalem, massacred Muslims and Jews( who have the same supreme being as the Pope). Politicized Christianity namely the Roman Catholic Church did and does horrible things but the ones that do are not followers of Jesus of Nazareth.
Wars did not break the RMC's grip but folk movements starting with the Waldensians who began translating the Bible into illiterate folk's venacular and teaching them to read. And then came the power of Gutenberg's movable type inspired by winemaking presses. The motivation was to speed up the 'civilizing' of homo sapiens by making it possible for everyone to read the Bible for themselves.
Posted by: Roger at April 07, 2004 11:54 AM (HzdL4)
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You guys both make excellent points.
I've heard (and presume it to be legend not fact) that a young deserter was brought to Alexander the Great (ATG) after a battle. When asked his name, the boy responded, "Alexander". Incredulous, ATG asked him a 2nd & 3rd time, and the boy responded the same. ATG finally said, "Boy, either change your name or change your ways."
People who attack, kill, and/or hate in the name of Christianity should either stop doing that or stop calling themselves Christians.
Posted by: Solomon at April 07, 2004 01:44 PM (t5Pi1)
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God gave us 10 rules to live by. Number 6 on the list is "Thou Shall Not Kill". Humans have the choice to follow the commandments or not.
Posted by: Tee at April 07, 2004 05:02 PM (YF2Uq)
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I HONESTLY was thinking exactly what Paul said.
So. . .what Paul said.
Hugs to you, you wee babe, you. Heh.
(I'm going to say wee now, too. Thanksalot!)
Posted by: Emma at April 07, 2004 10:43 PM (kpNlZ)
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i know i will be shunned down but....
religion is a bliss....
Posted by: magik at April 08, 2004 09:37 PM (5yk77)
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April 02, 2004
Greetings From Prague!
Wow.
I'm 30 now.
Thanks for all the happy birthday wishes!
Although I still hanker for strappy shoes and orgasms, so I guess I passed the passing 30 phase.
There's a computer with Internet in our hotel, so thought I would whack out a fast post.
Prague is lovely. Lovely, lovely, lovely. The city is very old and apparently in a great state of renovation, since many places are under scaffolding and preparing for face lifts. This just adds to the charm, I think. The weather is nice (although not hot!) and there are surprisingly a lot of tourists. Mr. Y and I have observed the dichotomy as thus: the English tourists seem to be in the shopping districts, the Americans in the Jewish and Christian quarters, and the Italian and German tour groups seem to be everywhere (and always with someone holding an umbrella up. "We're walking....we're walking...."
Prague has a great history. I find it ironic that my D&S lover and I are in the area that was once known as Bohemia. What I don't find so amusing, however, is the suffering that Prague and it's Czech citizens went through during the war. We will be heading for a former concetration camp later today, and I find that to be about the most sobering prospect I have ever heard.
Yesterday morning X Partner Unit called from China to wish me happy birthday (very sweet of him), and then Y and I saw Prague Castle, had a waltz around the Old Palace, and walked on the oldest bridge in Europe. We got in a fight in the afternoon over something stupid which is on the border of my memory now, but quickly made up when, at last, my family called me to wish me happy birthday. I don't really discuss it here, but my family and I aren't getting on well at all. I had barely heard from them and didn't get my tradtional midnight call on my birthday. When the phone rang in the middle of our argument, I crumpled like a tin can and Mr. Y wrapped his arms around me.
We're so stubborn sometimes.
Y had saved up my birthday cards from my family and presented them to me with his gifts and a fabulous bottle of champagne. From my family, money and 4 lovely shirts. From Y, a beautiful necklace made with grey freshwater pearls and a gorgeous titanium and gold ring (which unfortunately is the wrong size, but I can't wait to show off the ring when we get one the new size!) Pics on those later
We had a huge dinner at a Lebanese restaurant last night, all cozy lighting and red throw pillows, baba ganousch and hummous eaten with fingers. Then we trooped back to the hotel room, hand in hand and telling stories as we walked by the river, where we made love for an hour. We are slow moving today but happy, and I still find that I can't get enough of Y.
-H.
PS-yup, Laura and Reflection-we're bonking like bunnies
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sounds wonderful
Posted by: melanie at April 02, 2004 08:46 AM (jDC3U)
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happy happy birthday, enjoy every last second of it! you really do deserve it.
Posted by: stinkerbell at April 02, 2004 09:35 AM (lkCj7)
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Sounds fantastic, Helen. Can't wait for the pictures.
Of Prague.
Not that I was implying anything else.
;-)
Posted by: Jim at April 02, 2004 10:44 AM (saeHM)
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Happiest birthday wishes to you! (Or as my adorable little nephew would say, "Happy Birfday!") It's such a delight to picture you in Prague, having all these fantastic experiences and investing an a relationship that makes you happy. I can't imagine a better birthday gift! Now if only your fam would play along...
I owe you email. And hugs.
Posted by: Layne at April 02, 2004 11:17 AM (OanYw)
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What's the family's problem? Just curious.
Posted by: Solomon at April 02, 2004 01:26 PM (t5Pi1)
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{{{hugs}}} Happy Birthday Helen!
Posted by: Kate at April 02, 2004 01:27 PM (LRt4x)
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Happy Happy Birthday!!! I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
The concentration camp visit will surely put a damper on the mood, but I think everyone should be required to see one. I'm sure it can really help to put things in perspective...
Posted by: Clancy at April 02, 2004 01:27 PM (EGVPL)
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Sorry to tap out a missive of birthday greetings late, but I've been without internet access myself for a bit --
having problems with the family? -stuff them! You are a strong, vibrant delightfully young woman entering your prime -- if they can't handle you, then let them simmer until they can. You have a momentous time ahead of you, and you don't need that kind of anchor/yoke holding you back.
When they can be supportive and understanding, then you can open up communications with them again - when they deserve it.
Now! go forth and enjoy yourself -- "That's an order, young lady!"
Tioraidh!
Ky
Posted by: Kylan at April 02, 2004 01:42 PM (d18ri)
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Happy Belated Birthday!
Posted by: amber at April 02, 2004 01:51 PM (iJZeQ)
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Whoo hooo!!! That's awesome
Happy Birthday! Glad you're having a good time
Posted by: Onyx at April 02, 2004 03:05 PM (G3591)
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Happy Birthday, Helen! What a great way to spend it, all except for the stupid fight, but hey, that just makes the making up that much better, hey?
I've heard really nothing but glowing reviews of Prague and would love to visit someday.
Posted by: Johnny Huh? at April 02, 2004 03:11 PM (3Dgb4)
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Happy belated birthday, dear Helen.
"... as we walked by the river, where we made love for an hour." That doesn't sound *quite* right, Praha is far too busy for this. ;-)
Posted by: Gudy at April 02, 2004 03:54 PM (ASLwl)
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How does it feel to be 30? No different from 29, eh? The memory of my 30th, helped me through my 40th.
Enjoy Prague. I've heard it's fabulous. That's where my sister got engaged, and she raves about it every chance she gets.
PS- What's with those $%#@ Stars!! They let Edmonton beat them at home! Those 2 points might end the 24 year playoff streak for my Blues!
Posted by: Easy at April 02, 2004 07:26 PM (fzDSh)
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Not sure I'd "stuff" the family even if they are a killjoy. Families often have a clear perspective and will be as blunt as is necessary, whereas friends and acquaintances might tread a little more lightly and be supportive when maybe they shouldn't.
That's why I was curious about the "issue" they have. Kylan may be 100% right depending on their issue; but then again the family might have a valid point.
Posted by: Solomon at April 02, 2004 07:34 PM (t5Pi1)
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I enjoy Solomon's comments. He seems to be one that has his head on straight and sees big pictures instead of just saying things that are commonly called - blowing smoke you know where. If that's what you want, then go for it. If that's what you need, then you are getting it from people like Ky. Seems pretty shallow to me. We could always say - America - well forget them until they get their stuff straight, family - who needs them anyway. Solomon - you seem to have a lot of character and from a couple of other things I've read, have your head on fairly straight. Communication is a 2 way street. You have to look at both sides. Kylan - it appears - is intolerant to anyone who doesn't see things as he wants to. Things are not always as they appear - especially in glass houses. Kylan - thrown any good stones lately?
"They say that blood is thicker than water. Maybe that's why we battle our own with more energy and gusto than we would ever expend on strangers."
Posted by: Jill at April 03, 2004 02:53 AM (FpuBY)
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No attacking of the other commenters here-you can attack me but not attack others.
And I am not goign to discuss my family here. I strongly suspect that my family is actually reading this site and-in the case of a series of Jills that seem to leave messages that sound strongly like my family-I actually suspect that Jill is my mother (or sister) leaving comments.
Sorry Jill if I got this wrong.
I have learned that nothing positive can come of talking about my family to others. So I will keep this site as my way of talking about my heart and head...and will keep my childhood out of it.
Posted by: Helen at April 03, 2004 08:32 AM (u33fP)
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Hey kids,
I don't want to attack anyone, but please remember, this is Helen's blog. She gets to share what she feels comfortable sharing. If she doesn't want to talk about her family on here, then she doesn't want to talk about her family on here. Leave it at that and respect her wish to keep that part of her life private.
Helen,
Good job on the boinking like bunnies
Your holiday sounds lovely and i'm glad you're enjoying it. It's so wonderfully romantic, fights and all.
~L
Posted by: Laura at April 03, 2004 10:46 AM (0CfOe)
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We had a huge dinner at a Lebanese restaurant last night, all cozy lighting and red throw pillows, baba ganousch and hummous eaten with fingers
[sobbing with inexpressible envy]
Posted by: ilyka at April 03, 2004 07:06 PM (3p0e7)
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Happy 30th Helen!! Glad to hear you're having a good one. My 30th birthday was probably the best one I've ever had..there was a party where half the guests ended up naked in my pool..very good time was had by all. As far as the "strappy shoes and orgasms" go, I can't say much for the strappy shoes, but the hankering for orgasms only intensifies in your 30's. ..Be prepared!! LOL I'm 37 and could use three or four a day.. : O)
Posted by: JaxVenus at April 04, 2004 03:16 AM (j0X+N)
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Happy B-day. I do hope that Mr Y gave you a full 30 for your birthday spanking. He is English after all right ;-)
But seriously congratulations on everything. Remember the main character in Shangra La (sp?) was of the view that being frozen @ age 30 something would be ideal so live it up - you're in the rich caramel centre of life now :-)
Posted by: Steve P at April 04, 2004 12:16 PM (+5Rhz)
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Just a thought H and not meant to be controversal: Perhaps if you include Mohammed in the list of guys who had emotional and spiritual break-throughs when they turned 30, it would be fair to include Charlie Manson as well? After all there is more similarity in their personalities than with the other three. If there had been an established civilization at the time and place of Mohammed he would not have gotten any further than Charlie.
Posted by: Roger at April 05, 2004 02:34 PM (8S2fE)
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Happy Birthday!! Glad to hear it was a good one.
Posted by: Lisa at April 05, 2004 03:45 PM (3goMG)
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Speaks volumes, doesn't it Roger?
Posted by: Helen at April 05, 2004 09:32 PM (rvz4o)
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Just noticed that your link to my blog was outdated.
My old site was:
http://sayanything.typepad.com
My new URL is:
http://sayanythingblog.com
Just thought I'd let you know so you could update it or remove it.
Posted by: Rob at April 07, 2004 07:40 PM (fcqpB)
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