Would you throw this vase at the patriarchy? What if the patriarchy is your father-in-law?
I was fortunate enough to grow up with parents who didn’t have double standards for girls. No telling how much of this was due to feminism and how much was due to fact that the child labor pool in our house was only ¼ male (sometimes less). Big Brother had to do dishes. My sisters and I had to mow the lawn.
Our value was no less because we were female.
Continue reading We Are Not Water on the Floor (#178)
I love tea. Before I married my coffee-drinking Chinese-American husband, caffeinated tea was my morning drink of choice.
Andy never understood. “Coffee’s the best. Even the smell is amazing!”
“True,” I agreed. “It’s like an olfactory orgasm. But the taste is so bitter, you need, like, a half cup of cream to make it palatable.”
“Is that what happened to the cream I was saving for my pasta Primavera?!”
Continue reading Cuppa Trouble: In-Laws Visit, Part 3 (#167)
Yes, when coping with in-laws, much “resolve” is needed.
The holidays are over. Brace yourselves. Back to my Chinese-American in-laws!
Way back when,
Jay and Sunny had just arrived at LAX, ready to spend an ungodly amount of time visiting us – in our 1,100 square foot house. With our 2 big, in-your-face-I-love-you-so-much dogs.
I never imagined the dogs would be a problem. I mean, Sunny and Jay had a small dog named Biscuit.
Continue reading Night Terrors: In-Law Visit Part II (#166)