it’s the little things that get me every time
1) hippo birthday cards even though my birthday is still 5 months aways
2) falling asleep in his arms
3) out of the blue, him telling me I looked tired and asking me if I wanted a massage
4) the phone call every day at 3:30 just to say hi

Totally trying to work off a hangover here. Let me tell you a few things I learned last night…
1) my grandfather’s cherry wine makes a great mixer.
2) tequila and cherry wine is a foul foul combination
3) it can be almost impossible to tell what level of drunk David is at. Apparently he was in the “way way” drunk category. I couldn’t tell.
4) do not fall asleep with a giant star candle burning next to the bed. Besides the obvious die in your sleep from the terrible raging fire possibility, you will wake up at 6am with a headache so bad you will pray for instant death. Not a hangover headache, that’s different, but a layer of pure crystalline pain sort of headache.
5) do not mention Ghengis to me while I am drinking so much. If you do then you will be forced to scrape my snot covered face off the kitchen floor and spend 30 minutes trying to comfort me as I sob uncontrollably.
6) don’t drunk dial certain people, minefields await.
7) drunk dial anna, she’s always a safe bet!
8) britney spears comes across as even more vapid, stupid and retarded when you are drunk. you kind of want to feel sorry for her, but she needs to take responsibility for her stupidity at some point (yeah, I watched Britney and Kevin: Chaotic!)
9) nothing cures a hangover better than 4 shots of espresso, a banana and a hot shower
10) happy long weekend peeps! enjoy it in trashy style

Spending the day home sick, I was surfing the web, catching up on my reading. The headlining story over at Salon is a dense, 3 page article written by a father discussing the battle of wills that popped up at his son’s birth regarding circumcision.
I skimmed over it last night, read some of the response letters and then wandered back up to David to once again bug him with questions about his penis, his thoughts on circumcision and to generally confuse him with my interest (it was also brought up in a book recently so I asked him all kinds of questions then as well. My feeling is that since I do not have a penis, I should ask someone with a penis about penis related issues). This afternoon, as I was reading the story I found myself getting angrier and angrier. For me, it wasn’t so much about the circumcision, the medical issues or the religious implications, I was pissed at the people involved.
The mother did her research, read up on the subject and decided she did not want this done to her child. She went to her husband, they discussed it and he agreed. Now, this is his account, he makes no mention that she bullied him in any way, they discussed it, he did his research they made their decision.
He then calls his parents and they freak out on him. They use tradition as their excuse and emotional blackmail as their weapons. That made me angry, sure, his parents are portrayed as toddlers screaming to get their way for no reason other than they want their way.
What really pissed me off? What pissed me off was that he laid down and rolled over and changed his mind and then made his wife go through with a procedure for her son that she did not want and is arguably one of the most unnecessary that we do.
When you get married your obligation is to your spouse and children above all others, even your parents. Period. I know it’s a juggling act at times to keep everyone happy (hell, it’s especially a juggling act when you have a spouse AND your parents are divorced because suddenly you’re juggling 3 sets of interests, not just two). I know we all have this deep seated urge to keep our parents happy, it makes our lives easier, but sometimes you have to say “NO” and you have to say it loudly.
To have capitulated to his parents, to have betrayed his own wife like that, it’s a terrible thing. I don’t have many opinions on the whole circumcision thing, I don’t have a penis and I don’t have a son. If I had a son, however, I would probably choose not to have the procedure done. I can think of no reason to cut off part of my child’s body, i just can’t. I would expect that should the situation come up, I would be able to have the discussion with the child’s father and that would be that. Our parent’s would have nothing to do with the discussion because it is not their child and it is truly none of their business what happens to someone else’s baby’s penis.
If I were Neal Pollack’s wife, i would seriously consider leaving. That he considers his parent’s emotional blackmail a stronger force than the betrayal she felt is indicative of so much.