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In keeping with the "A & B conversation" theme, I had to send you this snippet for feedback, as I'm more than a little annoyed. Here goes: at one point, I got on the "reader panel" e-mail list for a working women's magazine and have found it impossible to get off. I've tried to "unsubscribe", but alas, to no avail. Recently I got a little missive from the mag, as follows -- the Most High of the High-Ups at this fine publication is writing a book about working mothers and NEEDS A LITTLE INPUT FROM READERS ABOUT WHAT WORKING MOTHERS THINK. Wouldn't you think, that of all the people walking around on God's green earth, She Who Is Most High (and we're not talking smokin' the hookah here [at least, I don't think we are] -- more like Pres & CEO) would be precisely the one who SHOULDN'T need feedback? I particularly thrilled to the directive to "share your story...you might be in my book and help other working moms". Okay, then, MH -- I'll send you all my pearls of wisdom, and recount episodes of pathos I suffered through so you can put them in "your" book and make a gigantic profit. And I'm guessin', lady, you're not really struggling that much financially as is. How about YOU send me YOUR stories, She-Ra, Princess of Power, and I'll put them in MY book and make a big fat pile of money? Maybe then I'll be able to afford yet another new pair of tennis shoes for my kid after my ex-husband, in his infinite wisdom, ruined the ones I just paid $35 for by letting her wade into a lake with them on.
I also like the question, "If you are divorced, do you think your work had an impact on your marriage?" Yeah, that was it. I've been wondering all this time why he decided to leave me, and now I see the light -- I WORKED too much. If I just would have foregone a paycheck, he would have had less money to gamble with and would have come home from the casino sooner. If I would have been sitting at home, waiting for him with the porch light on, he might have found his way back to our neighborhood and wouldn't have fallen into someone else's bed. I'm only slighly cynical. Can you tell?
In keeping with the "A & B conversation" theme, I had to send you this snippet for feedback, as I'm more than a little annoyed. Here goes: at one point, I got on the "reader panel" e-mail list for a working women's magazine and have found it impossible to get off. I've tried to "unsubscribe", but alas, to no avail. Recently I got a little missive from the mag, as follows -- the Most High of the High-Ups at this fine publication is writing a book about working mothers and NEEDS A LITTLE INPUT FROM READERS ABOUT WHAT WORKING MOTHERS THINK. Wouldn't you think, that of all the people walking around on God's green earth, She Who Is Most High (and we're not talking smokin' the hookah here [at least, I don't think we are] -- more like Pres & CEO) would be precisely the one who SHOULDN'T need feedback? I particularly thrilled to the directive to "share your story...you might be in my book and help other working moms". Okay, then, MH -- I'll send you all my pearls of wisdom, and recount episodes of pathos I suffered through so you can put them in "your" book and make a gigantic profit. And I'm guessin', lady, you're not really struggling that much financially as is. How about YOU send me YOUR stories, She-Ra, Princess of Power, and I'll put them in MY book and make a big fat pile of money? Maybe then I'll be able to afford yet another new pair of tennis shoes for my kid after my ex-husband, in his infinite wisdom, ruined the ones I just paid $35 for by letting her wade into a lake with them on.
I also like the question, "If you are divorced, do you think your work had an impact on your marriage?" Yeah, that was it. I've been wondering all this time why he decided to leave me, and now I see the light -- I WORKED too much. If I just would have foregone a paycheck, he would have had less money to gamble with and would have come home from the casino sooner. If I would have been sitting at home, waiting for him with the porch light on, he might have found his way back to our neighborhood and wouldn't have fallen into someone else's bed. I'm only slighly cynical. Can you tell?
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