Sometimes, I step outside the confines of my blog populated with brilliant readers, my circle of ultra-intellectual friends, my group of out-of-this-world smart colleagues and take a peek into the universe inhabited by folks whose reality is very alien to mine.
And there I discover things like these. To say that they freak me out is an understatement of the month. Is it possible that such extraordinarily infantile creatures actually exist? Are there people over the age of 11 who read the linked text and feel that it speaks to them?
I hope not. Oh, I so hope not. The possibility that adults who function in the real world are capable of seriously telling people “just be yourself” is daunting.
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Wow.
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Yeah. . .
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I’m not a “Cool Mom.”.
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Yes, a movie for 100-year-olds. That’s what I’m saying.
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My guess is she either resents her husband and kids (or lack thereof) or still hasn’t gotten over the truth about Santa Claus.
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At least, nobody has said yet that this is a deeply feminist post. Thank God for small miracles.
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It’s a funny way of building up a fantasy (a dreadful one!) just in order to tear it down again. I thought there was one good line: she only wear yoga pants to yoga class.
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“I thought there was one good line: she only wear yoga pants to yoga class.”
– Yes, that’s GREAT advice!!! 🙂
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Hey now, I’ve also found’em useful in aikido.
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“She is the mosaic of superficial qualities that we envy”
So like the author, however no one envies her. So I’d rather be the coolmom, at least she is envied.
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mommy bloggers? Even my martial arts gym is turning into a creche. I’d like to find a more virile environment.
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Developed countries are not very good at that lately, as they don’t seem to understand any more the difference between children’s rights and turning everything into a creche. At the end it will be the kids again who will have to dearly pay for this new trend.
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Yes, maybe it is a general trend. In any case, I have a need to spectate on male virility and this isn’t helping.
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Ye Gods, I feel as if I’ve been smacked in the face with some form of juvenile dementia that’d come out of a Catherine Deneuve interview …
“Is it possible that such extraordinarily infantile creatures actually exist?”
I just had a visiting American ask me to “translate” what was meant by 6 degrees Celsius and 30 km/h winds into Fahrenheit and miles per hour because “he didn’t understand English measurements” …
Obviously your kilometerage may vary. 🙂
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I still struggle with miles and degrees Fahrenheit. When my husband told me what my speed on the highway was in kilometers, I almost crashed out of sheer terror. And what would happen if I knew my weight in kilos? This doesn’t bear thinking about.
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