As many people know, I not only celebrate America on this day but the anniversary of my arrival on this continent. 27 years ago it was, and the magic hasn’t worn off.
Let’s Celebrate
Author: Clarissa
Weak as Water
Trump says he knows that “radical right people may not be quite happy” with his plan to grant amnesty to illegals working in agriculture and hospitality.
I’m just honestly.
One step forward, one and a half backwards.
Share Your Numbers
What’s the number on your AC today?
There will be absolutely no guilt-tripping whatever the number is. The AC is sacred.
A Dating Story
A man probably in his early sixties came into the restaurant where I was having dinner with a friend. He was carrying a large bouquet. With a hopeful, eager look, he sat at his table, staring at the door. Nobody came. After 30 minutes of this, the whole restaurant was feeling deep compassion for the man. The smile faded from his face. He started looking around with a lost, sad look. The 20-year-old waiter was showing male solidarity, saying, “She’s probably running late, my man. You know women.” Conversations at other tables withered. Everybody was silently cheering for the older dude.
Finally, he took out his phone, glanced at it, and lit up. “She came!” he exclaimed. “It’s the wrong restaurant! She’s in the one next door!”
He grabbed his bouquet and sprinted to the door. Everybody in the restaurant cheered.
On my way to the car, I passed the other restaurant and saw the man sitting opposite a very pretty lady in her sixties. The bouquet was lying between them.
Well-deserved
A person who unironically uses the word situationship deserves to be single and lonely forever.
Feisty Trump Gone
The feisty Trump is gone and we are back into the mousy subservient category:
Allowing some mental, physical and moral midget to lord it over you for absolutely no gain is what men call “low T.”
Gosh, if only Trump were even just 1% as strong and decisive as his critics allege. And of course I mean both domestically and internationally.
Language Achievement
My Ukrainian rules. I’m completely fluent. So happy and proud. The first few times I spoke it 3 years ago, it was very painful. And now I prattle up a storm, using current slang and a wide vocabulary.
German is next. Yesterday, my Duolingo chatbot asked if I have a favorite German word. I have two. Überraschend (astonishing) and buchstabieren (to spell). It’s like “stabbing books”, so cute.
I dramatically improved my Ukrainian, German and French in the past year. No age is too late to learn or improve a language.
Not New Under the Sun
This is why younger people need us, oldsters:
This is not a new thing. This is a forever thing. Thirty years ago, men and women got together and complained that there are no worthwhile women and men for them to date. This tweet could have been written in 2002 if Twitter existed. I spent half of my youth in these conversations. This is not a new societal trend.
And by the way, 100% of the women in those conversations from 20 years ago, including me, are happily married and childed.
German Ass Grabschen
OK, this is simply too good not to share:
AI tells me that this is real: “A municipal child-protection project in Büren, Germany, recently launched a campaign titled “Sommer – Sonne – Sicherheit” specifically intended to raise awareness about preventing sexual boundary violations at swimming pools.”
I’m still not entirely sure this is real but after PowerPoints aimed at teaching rapey migrants that it’s important to respect women, I wouldn’t be surprised by anything.
Human Doctors
Leaving aside the issue of lawsuit avoidance, we shouldn’t forget that doctors are human. When I was pregnant with Klara, I was observed at a clinic for high-high-risk pregnancies. You have to sign a contract at the beginning of the process, promising to follow exactly what the doctors say or they stop seeing you. The doctors don’t want to participate in the actions of a primadonna mother who is killing her baby by not following the required procedures.
Once there was a stupid, unqualified nurse who couldn’t find Klara’s heartbeat. It’s not surprising since it was unlikely that the baby’s heartbeat would be located in my armpit where she was looking. This absolute moron informed me that “hmm, I think something is wrong” and went to look for the doctor. I was perfectly calm because Klara was kicking up a storm but when I saw the doctor running in with an ultrasound machine, his shattered, terrified face almost made me cry. He’s human, he got attached to the baby he was trying to help me bring to term over months.
The doctor who actually delivered Klara cried with tears, his hands shaking, he was so happy. So yes, nobody wants to take on a patient at 39 weeks who has been doing nobody knows what and then have a dead baby on their hands.
Again, yes, lawsuits. But the idea that doctors and nurses (with the exception of that heartless moron at the clinic) don’t get emotionally invested into their patients is wrong.
You can be a very special cookie all you want but don’t expect others always to accommodate your very special cookiness. A woman was kicked out of the special clinic where I was observed during my second pregnancy because she had a raging diabetes and just couldn’t give up donuts. She kept ranting about that loudly and explaining what a victim she was. We can condemn the doctors for heartlessly removing her instead of effectively colluding with her in harming and possibly killing the baby.
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