Buffy ,'Chosen'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Not when you're sitting in the corner staring at the shouty woman, boggling, and thinking "This isn't how my passive-aggressive family handles confict", it isn't. :P
It's funny because my very Cuban-American family is the same way--I'm the mutant weirdo who doesn't tend to be shouty but who doesn't understand the non-talkers either. My husband's family is just SO polite and they wouldn't dream of creating conflict whereas mine lives for conflict.
And they all wonder why I became a writer...
The DH, who comes from a shouty Jewish family, thinks it's hilarious how my family doesn't raise their voices.
My husband's family is just SO polite and they wouldn't dream of creating conflict whereas mine lives for conflict.
Yes! That's how I was raised - don't get me wrong, *masses* of conflict, but dealt with through not talking to each other for six days, rather than getting angry. I realise that this is not healthy, but it's my way. Or it was. I'm learning to be shouty now. I'm not very good at it yet, and tend just to make incoherent noise that frightens people...
The DH, who comes from a shouty Jewish family, thinks it's hilarious how my family doesn't raise their voices.
That's what cracks me up about my husband's family. The Southern trumps the Jewish in the politeness sweepstakes.
ION, I'm listening to the Grease soundtrack and flashing back to high school musical theatre.
That's what cracks me up about my husband's family. The Southern trumps the Jewish in the politeness sweepstakes.
My dad's family are German Jews. They do not shout. Ever. Actually showing that you're upset is not something that Germans do. At all. My mom's family are Polish and Russian, but mellowed by a few generations of living in New Hampshire.
They were taught not to speak directly about what they want and so a lot of them use this weird passive-aggressive shit which is MUCH more annoying than being forthright.
OH HAI Minnesota. (Apologies to Daniel and other Midwesterners, but my experience confirms that behavior.) My people are not passive-aggressive. We either Talk/Yell Shit Out or decide it's not worth it.
The Southern trumps the Jewish in the politeness sweepstakes.
That's my husband's family but with British colonial in place of Southern. Our how-to-manage-an-interfaith-marriage prep was all backwards.
Okay, getting a UTI on Sunday of a holiday weekend SUCKS. (The only thing that would suck more is if I got it Saturday.)
What's the best way to deal with it until I can call my doctor Tuesday? Lots and lots of H2O, cranberry juice, what else? Isn't there some OTC thing that doesn't cure the UTI but makes it more bearable?
Help out a Bitch who can't pee. (No, I can pee; it's just no fun.)
What's the best way to deal with it until I can call my doctor Tuesday? Lots and lots of H2O, cranberry juice, what else? Isn't there some OTC thing that doesn't cure the UTI but makes it more bearable?
Tep, there's an OTC pill that makes it a lot more bearable-- it's called AZO and it'll be with the UTI tests and preggers tests and all that other stuff. It'll make you pee orange, but you'll at least be able to pee without pain.
Excellent. Thanks! We're headed out now to get groceries, cranberry juice, and now drugs.