Loved this interview! It may have motivated me to do something today other than sitting around wrapped in a comforter.
So glad to see this piece! I have always considered myself a Christian feminist (and so has my mom).
On Interview with Filmmaker Izzy Chan: "Have we adjusted our expectations of what a man needs to bring to the table?"
Chiming in very late, but I'm a thirtysomething woman in a long-term (but unmarried) relationship, and I've been the sole breadwinner for a couple of years now. I've always made more than him, and at a certain point he started having major problems with repetitive strain injuries, which were exacerbated by his office job. He quit and since then he's stayed home. We don't have kids, and our house is pretty easy to take care of, so he doesn't really fit the "stay at home husband" model.
I think I can honestly say we're both pretty content with the situation. I obviously wish he didn't have the pain issues he has, for his sake, and if anything happened to me he'd be in a tough situation. But I don't think either of us is hiding festering piles of resentment.
I was a last-timer maid of honor, and I feel really weird about it. The bride asked me way early (maybe 2 years pre-wedding?) and...I don't know. She had pretty high expectations (mostly involving planning things like the shower, bachelorette party way ahead of time) that I just was too disorganized/immature to fulfill. And I didn't really like her fiance or the rest of her bridal party, and she didn't really like my boyfriend. By the time of the wedding, I was just...tired. The day of the ceremony, I had a terrible cold, and coughed all the way through, in spite of having cough drops IN MY MOUTH. Then I showed up late to the gift opening--ugh, 2005 me, what was wrong with you? Afterwards, I didn't call her, and she didn't call me. We're FB friends, but nothing more.
Ugh, this depresses me even thinking about it again...
I love you all.
5th grade. It was my third or fourth period, and I was taking a ballet class. The outline of my pad showed through my leotard, and I was nowhere near being ready to tackle a tampon, so I went "commando," hoping that I could make it through the hourlong class without (visibly) bleeding through my black leotard and onto my white tights. Near the end of the class, I could see blood seeping down onto the very tops of my inner thighs, but it wasn't visible to anyone else. Then the teacher announces we'll be trying on costumes for the upcoming recital, in which I was cast as a swan. I was too embarrassed to tell her, or anyone, what was going on so I tried on the costume, I guess hoping my vagina would magically stop bleeding. Bright, red stains all over the white, feathered swan leotard, and I had to explain to the teacher, my friend, and my friend's mom, who was picking me up.
It was like a terrible metaphor for the end of my innocence.
@harebell Once I was ACCEPTED by a company (they told me I would be added to their freelance roster) and was then rejected a few weeks later, by someone who apparently forgot she had already contacted me. That burned. I've now gotten many jobs through that company, so I guess it turned out well.
PLEASE don't get rid of advice columns! I loved when you used to do them more often (it was two or three times weekly at some point, I think), and keep rooting for MORE advice columns, not less. I like the ideas some have suggested upthread of doing more specific ones. But I like general romantic/life advice, too.
Also, whatever happened to the "the best time I..."? I liked that feature a lot.
My parents were always pretty anti-Santa, but played along with it for a few years, I think because of grandparents. The first time I asked if Santa was real, my mom said, "No." I was probably about four. I kind of respected them for not lying to me, and don't recall ever having to lie about it to any of my friends or having to play along in any way that bothered me. I think I still got the occasional present from "Santa," at least until whatever point my brother stopped believing.
@boyofdestiny: I am too late to join in, but this was the funniest thing I've read all week.