When a Bitch is just a Bitch
I wonder sometimes whether I am a little…too much…for some people.
I rant. I whine. I condescend.
But, what I think about (too often, really) is when complaining is a sign of someone who knows what she wants, hates injustice, believes in honesty, and isn’t afraid of what people think. And, I wonder when it just makes me a bitch.
Furthermore, are men who complain ever bitches?
Here are some things I really hate: Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, homeschooling, socks that won’t stay up, smelly markers, other people’s cats in my yard, people who drive slowly in the passing lane, Randy Quaid, cinnamon gum, Barney, people who say “mischevious,” beards, popcorn balls, boats, and being farted on.
Am I allowed to hate those things? Even though I know others will not understand or agree? (especially about the Reese’s. I know. I know. I hate peanut butter and chocolate together. It is sickening. I realize I am in the minority.)
When we founded Off Duty Mom, we promised that we’d be honest — ugly-kind-of-honest — about everything we published. So, on our end here, we’re not really feeling that broken up about putting it all out there.
But, I guess I would like to know in real life, how much “honesty” can you take from someone?
I once wondered why mothers weren’t more honest with one another about how unpretty motherhood could be.
Then, I found out. The childless don’t want to hear about vomit, varicose veins, tantrums, and worrying about 10-year olds sexting. And, those who are in the mix of it just want to drink vodka slushes and forget about the above for a bit.
So, what we’d figure we’d do here at ODM is to create a forum for judgment-free ranting and complaining in the parenting community.
Join us HERE to tell your story!