It's all so cut-throat!

This will possibly upset some people but the whole point of a blog is to have a forum to air your thoughts and feelings and I won’t apologise for this, although I really have written about this because I am interested in other people’s opinion.

Online, offline, I constantly hear people bitching about their husbands/partners. I don’t mean the “Oh men” complaints that we all enjoy or the odd annoyance “Bloody Dave left the sodding freezer door open!”, but really venomous stuff.

“He’s absolutely useless, seriously thick as pigshit, I don’t know why I married him”
“My husband is so lazy, he does nothing around the house, never helps with the kids and just watches TV and drinks beer”
To really personal comments about how crap he is in bed, how much weight he has put on, how unattractive he is….. and these are the blog-able comments!

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think for one minute that every man is helpful, respectful, intelligent and smells nice, but that said, are us women always saints? I have to wonder what many women would say if they came around the corner in Tesco to see her partner bitching to two of his work mates about how frigid she was and how the last time he had a decent lay was back in 1996 before she put all the weight on and stopped having her hair coloured monthly? I imagine locks changed and clothing in bin bags out on the lawn could be the order of the day (fair enough!)

I am well aware that I am a very lucky lady! I have a wonderfully supportive man who is kind and considerate, a hands on Dad and does his bit around the house, (he also hates sport of all kinds so is transported up to demi-god status for not putting me through the weekly horror that was the World Cup!). He is also a man though so really not a saint, can wind me up with a certain look (and knows it!), can use EVERY pan in the house making egg & toast (seriously Roy – how??) and I swear I have never known anyone so skilled at scraping paint off walls when moving furniture, but I’d cut my tongue out before I bitched about him in public, let along take part in the character assassinations I regularly hear. To be honest I’m not sure I’d be able to go home and look him in the eye if I did!?

Have we always been so willing to tear strips off each other? I know some of the people I hear pulling their other halves to pieces will swear blind they love their hubbys and I believe genuinely mean it- so why the nastiness?

Again I am not for one minute saying that all men are great and women are bitches or that every relationship is the same, because it isn’t but it really has become not so much a bug bear but a source of real sadness to hear it all so regularly. Am I too old fashioned, believing in respecting your partner, (both men & women, because it swings both ways fellas!) or am I being naive and it’s always been this way? Maybe so, but I’d like to hear what other people have to say on this? Will go and get my riot gear on, just in case….!

Teenage Angst – would YOU do it again?

I often hear people say things like “Oh to be a teenager again, it was all so simple….” and I find it myself hard-pressed not to slap them for fear they have become hysterical or just yell “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!?”.

Ignoring for a minute the horrible physical side to puberty , the acne/spots, hair sprouting from all over, dodgy haircuts, (see above picture/monstrosity), the monthly hell which after the first 2 show-offy “I’m a woman now” days, becomes a major pain in the arse, as well as everywhere else…. my teenage years were hideous in many ways.

Am I the only one who lay sobbing into my pillow between 11pm and 1am (when uninterrupted love songs were on Atlanta/Atlantic 252 radio) over whichever boy had broken my heart or just ignored me that week (the bastards!). Does no-one else remember the awkwardness of never quite feeling as if you really fit properly in your body (unlike now; I fit quite snug thanks).

Did no-one else have intimate moments with their stomach linings after a night (half a small bottle by the time it had gone round everyone) of cheap cider or that foul fruity acid stuff, 20/20?

Was I the only one with chronic jaw ache after compulsively chewly Wrigleys Extra in large quantities to avoid detection of your ciggy breath or dousing themselves in cheap perfume (those 5 mini bottles for £5 at Boots came in handy, Tweed, Panache etc!). Thinking about it, I must have been the best smelling teenager ever!

Then later came first love, losing your virginity, realising with crushing disappointment that the love of your life doesn’t love you back….. (we return to the late night radio love songs).

Compared to most people I know, I had fairly mild teenage years, but emotionally I can still feel every heartbreak and disappointment and despite my determination to be TREATED LIKE AN ADULT GODDAMN IT I am eternally grateful that I didn’t have real grown up decisions to make then like I do now! Despite having a lack of bills to pay, no kids to be responsible for, no house/business to run, I still prefer adult life with all it’s quirks and worries to that of being an emotionally unstable teenager (and I was pretty savvy and mature for my age too!).

So come on, what were your teenage years like? Do you look back and shudder or does nostalgia make you want to do it all again? <all font="" he!

Analytics Plugin created by Web Hosting

All original content on these pages is fingerprinted and certified by Digiprove