Mar
29
2008
1

11 “Don’t-Tell-the-Wife” Secrets All Men Keep

I read this article the other day and I really had to laugh.  Instead of copying a link, I just decided to post it into my blog.

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WebMD, Mens Health:

I was in the ninth grade when I learned a vital lesson about love. My girlfriend at the time, Amy, was stunningly cute, frighteningly smart and armed with a seemingly endless supply of form-fitting angora sweaters. And me? Let’s just say I was an adolescent Chris Robinson to her budding Kate Hudson — and well aware of my good fortune.

Then one day, as we stood in line for a movie at the mall, Simone Shaw, junior high prom queen, sauntered by. Suddenly Amy turned to me. “Were you looking at her?” she asked. “Do you think she’s pretty?”

My mind reeled. Of course I was looking at her! Of course she was pretty! My God, she was Simone Shaw! I paused for a second, then decided to play it straight.

“Well, yeah,” I chortled.

Five days later our breakup hit the tabloids (a.k.a. the lunchroom).

There comes a time in every man’s life when he discovers the value of hiding the grosser parts of his nature. He starts reciting the sweet nothings you long to hear: “No, honey, I play golf for the exercise.” “No, honey, I think you’re a great driver.” “No, honey, I wasn’t looking at that coed washing the car in the rain.”

We’re not lying, exactly. We’re just making things…easier. But Glenn Good, Ph.D., a relationship counselor, disagrees, and maybe he has a point. “These white lies are pretty innocent, but they can turn confusing,” he says. “Many women think, If he’s lying about himself, is he also lying about something else? Is he having an affair? To establish trust you have to tell the truth about the innocuous stuff.”

And so, in the interest of uniting the sexes, we’ve scoured the country for guys willing to share the private truths they wouldn’t normally confess. Some are a bit crass. Some you’ve always suspected. Some are surprisingly sweet. (Guys don’t like to reveal the mushy stuff, either.) But read on, and you may discover that the truth about men isn’t all that ugly.

Secret #1: Yes, we fall in lust 10 times a day — but it doesn’t mean we want to leave you

If the oldest question in history is “What’s for dinner?” the second oldest is “Were you looking at her?” The answer: Yes — yes, we were. If you’re sure your man doesn’t look, it only means he possesses acute peripheral vision.

“When a woman walks by, even if I’m with my girlfriend, my vision picks it up,” says Doug LaFlamme, 28, of Laguna Hills, California. “I fight the urge to look, but I just have to. I’m really in trouble if the woman walking by has a low-cut top on.”

Granted, we men are well aware that our sizing up the produce doesn’t sit well with you, given that we’ve already gone through the checkout line together. But our passing glances pose no threat.

“It’s not that I want to make a move on her,” says LaFlamme. “Looking at other women is like a radar that just won’t turn off.”

Secret #2: We actually do play golf to get away from you

More than 21 million American men play at least one round of golf a year; of those, an astounding 75 percent regularly shoot worse than 90 strokes a round. In other words, they stink. The point is this: “Going golfing” is not really about golf. It’s about you, the house, the kids — and the absence thereof.

“I certainly don’t play because I find it relaxing and enjoyable,” admits Roland Buckingham, 32, of Lewes, Delaware, whose usual golf score of 105 is a far-from-soothing figure. “As a matter of fact, sometimes by the fourth hole I wish I were back at the house with the kids screaming. But any time I leave the house and don’t invite my wife or kids — whether it’s for golf or bowling or picking up roadkill — I’m just getting away.”

Secret #3: We’re unnerved by the notion of commitment, even after we’ve made one to you

This is a dicey one, so first things first: We love you to death. We think you’re fantastic. Most of the time we’re absolutely thrilled that we’ve made a lifelong vow of fidelity to you in front of our families, our friends and an expensive videographer.

But most of us didn’t spend our formative years thinking, “Gosh, I just can’t wait to settle down with a nice girl so we can grow old together.” Instead we were obsessed with how many women who resembled Britney Spears we could have sex with before we turned 30. Generally it takes us a few years (or decades) to fully perish that thought.

Secret #4: Earning money makes us feel important

In more than 7.4 million U.S. marriages, the wife earns more than the husband — almost double the number in 1981. This of course is a terrific development for women in the workplace and warmly embraced by all American men, right? Right?

Yeah, well, that’s what we tell you. But we’re shallow, competitive egomaniacs. You don’t think it gets under our skin if our woman’s bringing home more bacon than we are — and frying it up in a pan?

“My wife and I are both reporters at the same newspaper,” says Jeffrey Newton, 33, of Fayetteville, South Carolina. “Five years into our marriage I still check her pay stub to see how much more an hour I make than she does. And because she works harder, she keeps closing the gap.”

Secret #5: Though we often protest, we actually enjoy fixing things around the house

I risk being shunned at the local bar if this magazine finds its way there, because few charades are as beloved by guys as this one. To hear us talk, the Bataan Death March beats grouting that bathroom shower. And, as 30-year-old Ed Powers of Chicago admits, it’s a shameless lie. “In truth, it’s rewarding to tinker with and fix something that, without us, would remain broken forever,” he says. Plus we get to use tools.

“The reason we don’t share this information,” Powers adds, “is that most women don’t differentiate between taking out the trash and fixing that broken hinge; to them, both are tasks we need to get done over the weekend, preferably during the Bears game. But we want the use-your-hands, think-about-the-steps-in-the-process, home-repair opportunity, not the repetitive, no-possibility-of-a-compliment, mind-dulling, purely physical task.” There. Secret’s out.

Secret #6: We like it when you mother us, but we’re terrified that you’ll become your mother

With apologies to Sigmund Freud, Gloria Steinem — and my mother-in-law.

Secret #7: Every year we love you more

Sure, we look like adults. We own a few suits. We can probably order wine without giggling. But although we resemble our father when he was our age, we still feel like that 4-year-old clutching his pant leg.

With that much room left on our emotional-growth charts, we sense we’ve only begun to admire you in the ways we will when we’re 40, 50 and — God forbid — 60. We can’t explain this to you, because it would probably come out sounding like we don’t love you now.

“It took at least a year before I really started to appreciate my wife for something other than just great sex; and I didn’t discover her mind fully until the third year we were married,” says Newton. “But the older and wiser I get, the more I love my wife.” Adds J.P. Neal, 32, of Potomac, Maryland: “The for-richer-or-poorer, for-better-or-worse aspects of marriage don’t hit you right away. It’s only during those rare times when we take stock of our life that it starts to sink in.”

Secret #8: We don’t really understand what you’re talking about

You know how, during the day, you sometimes think about certain deep, complex “issues” in your relationship? Then when you get home, you want to “discuss” these issues? And during these “discussions,” your man sits there nodding and saying things like “Sure, I understand,” “That makes perfect sense” and “I’ll do better next time”?

Well, we don’t understand. It doesn’t make any sense to us at all. And although we’d like to do better next time, we could only do so if, in fact, we had an idea of what you’re talking about.

We do care. Just be aware that the part of our brain that processes this stuff is where we store sports trivia.

Secret #9: We are terrified when you drive

Want to know how to reduce your big, tough guy to a quivering mass of fear? Ask him for the car keys.

“I am scared to death when she drives,” says LaFlamme.

“Every time I ride with her, I fully accept that I may die at any moment,” says Buckingham.

“My wife has about one ‘car panic’ story a week — and it’s never her fault. All these horrible things just keep happening — it must be her bad luck,” says Andy Beshuk, 31, of Jefferson City, Missouri.

Even if your man is too diplomatic to tell you, he is terrified that you will turn him into a crash-test dummy.

Secret #10: We’ll always wish we were 25 again

Granted, when I was 25 I was working 16-hour days and eating shrimp-flavored Ramen noodles six times a week. But as much as we love being with you now, we will always look back fondly on the malnourished freedom of our misguided youth. “Springsteen concerts, the ‘91 Mets, the Clinton presidency — most guys reminisce about the days when life was good, easy and free of responsibility,” says Rob Aronson, 41, of Livingston, New Jersey, who’s been married for 11 years. “At 25 you can get away with things you just can’t get away with at 40.”

While it doesn’t mean we’re leaving you to join a rock band, it does explain why we occasionally come home from Pep Boys with a leather steering-wheel cover and a Born to Run CD.

Secret #11: Give us an inch and we’ll give you a lifetime

I was on a trip to Mexico, standing on a beach, waxing my surfboard and admiring the glistening 10-foot waves, when I decided to marry the woman who is now my wife. Sure, this was three years before I got around to popping the question. But that was when I knew.

Why? Because she’d let me go on vacation alone. Hell, she made me go. This is the most important thing a man never told you: If you let us be dumb guys, if you embrace our stupid poker night, if you encourage us to go surfing — by ourselves — our silly little hearts, with their manly warts and all, will embrace you forever for it.

And that’s the truth.

Written by Walnuts in: General |
Mar
25
2008
1

Elections

Who would have ever thought that the election process would be so difficult to understand?

You have delegates, super-delegates, electoral college, popular vote, primary’s, double majorities, general elections, and many many more.

I used to think that electing someone in a democracy was easy.  You simply put in your vote, and the person with the most votes wins.  (This would be the case for most democracies.)

Did you know that the United States isn’t a democracy?  Really, it truly isn’t.  We are what you call a ‘Democratic Republic’.

“The United States is, indeed, a republic, not a democracy. Accurately defined, a democracy is a form of government in which the people decide policy matters directly–through town hall meetings or by voting on ballot initiatives and referendums. A republic, on the other hand, is a system in which the people choose representatives who, in turn, make policy decisions on their behalf. The Framers of the Constitution were altogether fearful of pure democracy.” - ThisNation.com

You know, I sort of wish they would have taught me this in school.  I grew up my whole life thinking that the person with the most votes wins.  Would it have been all that hard to tell me that we don’t really follow this method?

Moving on.

In the state of Oregon, we have a double majority rule for votes that occur at times other than the general election (November).  What does this mean?  Well, you need to have a 50% voter turnout, and of those 50% need to vote in favor of the measure.  In many different ways this makes sense.  It prevents people with agendas from getting legislation passed.  However, how many Oregonians know about this rule?

A few years ago, our town elected a new mayor.  She was elected in May.  When November came around again, she was on the ballet again.  Why??  Why do I have to vote against of for someone twice??   (I think she fell prey to the double majority rule)  The oddest part of the whole thing, she ran uncontested in November.  It is as if everyone else gave up!

I wish Bush was never elected into office.  You know, in 2000 he wasn’t the winner of the popular vote.  Rather, he was the winner of the electoral college.  A group of people (probably old white men) who decide the winner of an election.  You tell me, why the hell did we vote? If millions of people want a person, yet in one state that person falls short a few hundred votes (questionable still), he isn’t our representative?  The answer, the US Supreme Court.  (Again, mostly old white men)

Not that I have anything against old white men, as I will be one someday too.  I just know they don’t represent all the views and standing of our nation.

Arg.

Written by Walnuts in: General |
Mar
20
2008
0

First Term - Done

Well. .   I did it.

I finished my first term in masters school.  I guess it is kind of a milestone, right?

It feels really good to be done with my class.  I can’t say that it was really difficult, maybe because I enjoyed the material.   I learned a lot, and I feel smarter.

Yesterday I had my final, thankfully. .  it was a presentation.   I have never really been fond tests, or final papers.  I did my thing (1 minute 30 seconds) and listened for the other 3 1/2 hours!  I don’t know what was harder.  Listening for so long, or staying awake for all of it.

In someways finishing this term was sad.  Two of my five group members graduate, so I will never have the opportunity to work with them again.   At least I can now call them my friends, and I can keep in contact with them whenever I want.  Also, it is sad to end a class where you enjoy the material.  Hopefully, future classes will be just as enjoyable.

Next term I am signed up for two classes.  Thus, I am doubling up!  This term I only had one class.  Credit wise, I will be more than doubling up.  Going from 3 credits to 7.

Now I am preparing for spring break.  What am I going to do, where am I going to go??  Find out in my next post!

Written by Walnuts in: Life - Stories |
Mar
06
2008
0

Super Delegates

I was a little disappointed that other night with the election results.  I was hoping for 4 Obama victories, sadly. . . he only got 1.

What does this really mean in the scheme of things??  Honestly, I haven’t a clue.

It will probably all come down to the super delegates at the Democratic National Convention.

Will either of the two presidential come to Oregon and speak?  By the time Oregon’s primaries come around, I could be 90 years old.  It would be nice to actually some of these people in person.  Who knows, maybe they will see me and want me on their staff??

Anywho.

Go Obama!

Written by Walnuts in: General |

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