WARNING: This post contains strong language.
I came across a dive of a blog last night and just had to post about it here. The blog is called Unfiltered: The Real Dirt Inside Men’s Minds – The real, unfiltered, politically incorrect truth about what men think.
Yep, that’s right guys – he speaks for you all. But don’t worry, he appears to have Dissociative Identity Disorder (Exhibit A) so I doubt he’s taken very seriously by well-adjusted people.
I started to comment on something he had said in one particular post, but decided against it since I don’t like hanging out in dives with men who think they know everything about women but clearly know nothing at all. So Mr. Thoughtful (yes, I’m serious) will have to settle for my pingback instead.
First I will post the portion of an article that Mr. Thoughtful quoted and then commented on:
[For the purpose of this post, my son would like to be referred to as John.]
Money has been really tight lately. Mike and I both work, but we’re maintaining two households and trying to save money for all the immigration fees. One of the ways I recently cut back was to stop giving John his weekly allowance. He was disappointed, but he understands the reason and knows that things won’t be this way for ever. He’s also happy to do whatever it takes to get his dad here as soon as possible.
As many of you probably know, this past Sunday was Mother’s Day in the U.S. Since John no longer gets an allowance, he didn’t have money to spend on a gift for me. Now, I have never been the kind of person who expects or demands gifts. I absolutely despise the concept of compulsory gift giving. If someone gives me something, I want it to be because he really wants to, and not because he feels obligated. Otherwise, how meaningful can the gift possibly be?
John is generous and loving, and he would have been happy to buy me something if he had still been getting an allowance. But the fact that he was flat broke didn’t stop him from giving me a gift that I will cherish for the rest of my life. And it was completely his own idea!
So I’ve been working at this place for about four months, and things have been getting tenser by the day. Not just because of the stressful office environment, but also because of my home situation.
I had been a stay-home mom for about nine years before I took this job out of necessity. I was torn between needing to provide for my son, and my desire to be available for him emotionally and physically. Four months in, we were feeling the effects, and they weren’t good for either of us.
I decided to resign and find work that would accommodate my son’s school schedule. There just didn’t seem to be any other option.