Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Life Could Be a Dream...

I recently read the book and watched the movie, Revolutionary Road. I enjoyed both and it got to me to thinking about why women are always portrayed to be so unhappy in marriages in the 50’s.

There are a few reasons that I have seen posed for why married women in the 50’s were so unhappy with their lives:

1. Money - I have a job and I make my own money but really everything I make gets swallowed up into a joint account that pays for our lives. Mr. Rose and I each get an allowance for discretionary spending and everything else falls into budgeted categories.

If I stopped working, would I somehow feel different about the money in our account? I really don’t think I would. If I wasn’t working it would be because I was staying at home and raising kids. That and keeping a house is just as much work as trudging off every day to push papers in a cubicle.

2. Career – I have got to say that I think raising kids can be way more fulfilling than some soulless desk job. Would you rather be an admin assistant fetching and scheduling or an active mom shaping the minds of the next generation? If you’re not challenged by raising your kids, you are not doing it right. They are little sponges that you can pour infinite amounts of time and creativity and knowledge into.

3. Social Networks – C’mon! I know that not every suburban housewife will be to your taste but there have got to be some like-minded souls in your neighbourhood that you want to get the occasional Friday two-martini lunch buzz on with. Oh, and have you considered living in a college town instead of burying yourself in the boonies?

You know what I think it is? These women never had a chance to sow their wild oats. People have oats and they need to be sowed. Men get to go away to war and live this different, exciting reality. I’m not saying that war is pleasant but it’s certainly a change of scenery and seems to involve a lot of drinking, whoring, and playing with guns.

I think way more women would have been satisfied to settle down and raise a family if they were actually settling down from something. Your entire life can’t be played on the same note. You need variety. And what’s more, when you are young you need to indulge. You need to explore. You need to experiment.

Thoughts? Agree? Disagree? Wish you lived in the 50’s just for the cute dresses?

Talking Whilst Peeing

Where do you stand on talking while peeing? I myself am not bothered by it, but several people in my life are extremely averse to it.

Admittedly, in the home bathroom, it’s just more trouble than it’s worth. It’s a solid door and the toilet is as far away from the door as possible (which I hate, by the way. I like being close to the door so that if somebody tries to walk in I can reach out and hold the door closed. I once had a random stranger walk in on me in a single stall bathroom and I have never quite recovered from the embarrassment).

Anyways, home bathroom involves a lot of shouting. But what about the multi-stalled public washrooms? We have a three-stall number at work and in an office full of women, we encounter each other in the washroom fairly regularly. I’ve noticed that most people will lapse into an awkward silence as they head into their respective stalls. These are the people who don’t like to talk while they pee.

I don’t get it. Doesn’t the silence make it worse? Then all you can hear is the sound of two people peeing? Doesn’t it make you even more self-conscious? Or is it something other than self-consciousness that causes you to fall silent?

I understand being self-conscious about, say, ‘reading a magazine’ (if you don’t watch HIMYM, that’s code for taking a poo. Also, watch HIMYM immediately!!). But let’s be honest, if a woman approaches the bathroom and enters a stall at the same time as a co-worker (even if she is armed with Poo-Pourri) there is very little chance that she will actually read that magazine.

So, what’s the deal? I’ve never had a problem talking while peeing. What is about pee talking that causes others so much anguish?

Sunday, November 15, 2009


I'm swimming in a pile of stuff right now. The great office move of '09 has been going on for two months now. When I started working from home on a semi-regular basis I decided that we needed to move the office into the downstairs room that we always intended to be an office. I gleefully said goodbye to the old broken desk with it's uncomfortable and decidedly un-ergonomic setup. Although, by goodbye I don't mean to imply that it isn't still lurking around in the upstairs no longer an office and thus purposeless room upstairs.

We got a lovely new Ikea desk, so pleasingly large and providing of wondrous work space. But then we had to buy more stuff to store our office stuff. This new office room does have two closets but they are already tasked for storing our basement stuff. And other shelves store our DVD's, photo albums, books, CD's, sewing paraphernalia, etc, etc, etc.

So, now we have a lovely Ikea shelf (in black brown to match our Ikea desk and bookshelves) that's holding our office stuff and oh my god I have so much stuff!!!!

I threw out an entire box of cassette tapes. Why have I been holding on to cassette tapes?? Am I really going to pop the New Kids on the Block Christmas album into my Walkman and go for a stroll around the neighbourhood? Nay! I will pirate that album and download it onto my iPod. I mean, electronic stuff is totally different right?

So, yes, some stuff is useless and I'm working Mr. Rose pretty hard to rid ourselves of it (seriously, we own 4 coffee tables and have no room in our house for even one coffee table!!). But this other stuff, well, it seems necessary. Three different sizes of envelopes seems excessive but Mr. Rose mails out scripts and letters so they get used (albeit quite slowly). You don't just throw away hundreds of dollars of Philosophy texts (okay, I don't quite get this because I sold all my school books back at the end of every semester) because you may want to read or refer to them later. The Orson Scott Card collection? I've read all of those books at least twice and will probably read them again later in life.

But still, I'm drowning in stuff here people!! How do you deal with your stuff? How do you keep it from overwhelming you? If you live a stuffless existence, please tell me how do you do it?!?!

Saturday, November 14, 2009


I have a little notebook with a half dozen ideas for blog posts. I have had the entire week off. I have accomplished almost nothing.

I have a hard time being productive when I have time off work. Normally I would go on vacation which would keep me busy and active but this was a (shudder) 'staycation'. I was using up some overtime and a very jealous Mr. Rose didn't have any vacation days to take (he may make more money but I get more time. It works out very well for me actually!).

Now, I'm normally a getting shit done kind of person. I work hard at work (when there's work to do!), I volunteer anywhere from 10 - 25 hours a month, I read obsessively, and I have a few other hobbies that fill up my time. I'm not one of those crazy energizer bunny people but I have been known to be very productive.

For some reason though, when I have a stretch of time off work with no ostensible purpose I slide down into being this lazy blob-like creature. If I manage to shower, put on pants and heat up my own soup for lunch it has been a good day.

I mean, I do things. I read, I watch movies, I bake. But I'm certainly not making the most of my time. Unless slothing about is making the most of your time? Is it?

It's weird because on the one hand I find it enjoyable but on the other hand I kind of loathe myself at the end of the day.

Also, I hate the word staycation and I can't believe I stooped to using it in a blog post. And now I have to get Mr. Rose up and going. There's only two days left before work and I have to get things done!!!!!