I think some of us, LADIES, are setting the bar too low in our relationships. In the last month I have received more emails than I can count from my friends complaining about their dudes not doing enough, not cleaning enough, not helping enough, not pulling their weight.
And I am guilty of this too because I think the dude and I just have different standards. What he thinks of as “clean” I think of as “still pretty scuzzy.” But I have also found if I say, hey can you help me? Or, can you sweep this? Or THIS DISH IS GROSS CAN YOU PLEASE WASH IT AGAIN he actually does it and he’s happy to do it. I think (and maybe I have watched to much Oprah) we need to ASK FOR HELP when we need it. And sometimes we don’t. Because we are Women Who Do Too Much? I don’t fucking know, but I feel like if we all spoke up, it might be easier.
One friend wrote me to say how her husband said he didn’t like kids. As she said, does he not know WE HAVE ONE? So sometimes dudes also need to just shut up and keep their crazy thoughts to themselves.
That is my big thought about relationships for today.
Little white love, your way you’ve taken; Now I am left alone, alone. Little white love, my heart’s forsaken. (Whom shall I get by telephone?) Well do I know there’s no returning; Once you go out, it’s done, it’s done. All of my days are gray with yearning. (Nevertheless, a girl needs fun.)
Little white love, perplexed and weary, Sadly your banner fluttered down. Sullen the days, and dreary, dreary. (Which of the boys is still in town?) Radiant and sure, you came a-flying; Puzzled, you left on lagging feet. Slow in my breast, my heart is dying. (Nevertheless, a girl must eat.)
Little white love, I hailed you gladly; Now I must wave you out of sight. Ah, but you used me badly, badly. (Who’d like to take me out tonight?) All of the blundering words I’ve spoken, Little white love, forgive, forgive. Once you went out, my heart fell, broken. (Nevertheless, a girl must live.)