Cry Baby Culture, Speaking of Don Imus

This is horrible, maybe even terrible, for me to say but I just have to. It is my way. To say things that shock and awe or simply cause people to wrinkle their noses at me while they look down them, so let me just be out with it. My husband is a Cry Baby. Not to say that he is a blubbering idiot but he is a big friggin' man baby. I know maybe this isn't such a shocking subject but maybe next post I'll tell you about his balls.

There have been many things in the long 10 or so years we have been with each other but it is only now, as I grow as a woman and near 30, that I am actually awakening and taking into account all the things that actually occur in my life. I know that my husband is not the only one. Millions of women are living with men just like men. Men they have to roll their eyes at because they can't seem to find their own slipper, which by that way was just under the chair you were standing right next to (or too, I never friggin' remember and I use lots of commas. Deal with it). I think being a middle child only aggravated the inevitable situation.

If I hear this man whine one more time about me not heating up a TV dinner, for example, for him, because I care nothingfor him ahem, I will pull my hair out strand my strand until I am left with an oozing red patch of baldness. I mean if I woke him up, because yes he was still asleep at 1 PM, he would have simply grumble something at me before falling right back asleep. And it's a TV dinner. I didn't spend hours preparing Fillet fucking Mignon. I spent three minutes in front of a microwave. And then I stirred the potatoes. I beleive my actual retort at the time was" Let me know next time you shit so I can wipe your ass."