I stink at believing anything I've been relentlessly told, medically, especially by dentists. I just love that the story backfired and the "bad" guys had to be rescued so that kids would still want to brush their teeth! While I like my teeth clean at times, I would not be surprised to someday learn that excessive brushing (three or more times a day) is in fact bad for our teeth. Maybe it will be a question that shows up on dating sites "how many times a day do you brush your teeth?" so folks can weed out the weirdos who do it too often.
What you don't stink at is writing fabulously coherent stories that are original, quirky, and sometimes downright weird. I love them.
Thanks :) Good to know that I am not an overall stinker!
Being a sceptic is useful in life, but does give you a lot of resistance. The collective we-know-how is strong. My wife calls the special female version consensus hell.
"She simply can't wear those shoes. She simply can't bring up her children like that." "she didn't say that!"
Young mothers are the worst.
Haha, I call that the matron dignity. I've know girls that were cocaine sniffing party freaks, then 10 month later suddenly the epitome of 40,000 years of deep, female experience and Victorian morals experts. It hits hard and sudden as soon as you get pregnant.
Not all of course. I've known a few who took the experience a bit more meekly, and had it in them to experiment with the new status quo for example by listening to what the father of the child had to say.
I like to think I was one of those, but that just turned the other mothers into jackals, and made my husband afraid to say anything at all. I was always looking to others for the right way to do things. I made a lot of mistakes doing that. Schooling, and whether or not your child can perform at that level (low bar there, those who can squelch themselves almost entirely are seen as successful), has a whole lot to do with what others think of your parenting. I wish I had home schooled now. And stayed away from doctors. That's another place we are judged, by doctors. So friends, doctors, and school personnel tell us what to do and we are expected to ignore any red flags that come up in ourselves. Oh dear you've gotten me going.
Ha, yes. The list of stern authority that fades with experience. The first six years of my life was travelling years of my parents, so I never really had the feeling of belonging to any tribes outside my family. So I sort of winged it, were sceptical and have always been bad at mingling and networking. Probably the reason that a net-based pseudonym has been my main art project for years.