Archive for February, 2010
Quote of the Week: Lingerie
Posted by: | CommentsIf love is blind, why is lingerie so popular? ~Anonymous
Gird Your Loins. Marriage and Taxes.
Posted by: | CommentsI am a word person. Always have been. You can play with them, re-order them, make them say all kinds of interesting and creative things. Numbers? Well, I only like them when they are really, really big, sitting in my checkbook not committed to anything in particular. Just waiting for me to log on to www.zappos.com.
Husband is a numbers person. Taxes, financials, accounting. He does it all. He likes to order them, file them, basically beat them into submission. I do believe I have married the only man on the planet who gets positively giddy when the UPS man delivers the new year’s tax code book. Seriously. See this?
That’s Husband holding the tax code. He is smiling, he says, because this rather thick book is filled with all kinds of goodies about deductions.
When Husband first brought up marriage with me, he quickly backtracked saying we should just live together. It’d be cheaper, he announced. He’s right. Marriage has not been kind to our tax status.
Recently, I came across an interesting article from the UK on how couples are wedding later in life. The line that got me was: The figures sparked, once again, a debate over whether married couples should enjoy tax breaks.
In the U.K., according to this article, it has been calculated that approximately 1.8 million low-earning couples are materially worse off than their single parent counterparts, losing on average £1,336 a year because they live together.
I made a huge mistake in mentioning this to Husband. (One thing you learn early in marriage is that timing is everything. You have to know when to bring up stuff.)
Mentioning this blog post, in development, gave him an excuse to rail about Congress, the current administration, the mounting national debt (or the national black hole), and how I still haven’t printed out some report form Quickbooks that he needs, like, yesterday.
But, this is not unusual. Every time tax time comes around, Husband grumbles about how much more money we’d make it we were just legally single and living together.
According to this year’s tax code, the marriage penalty starts, Husband says, somewhere between $86,000 and $137, 000 – jointly. Quite a spread. And, if we made the low end, well, we’d have to live with my mother. Forget being married.
The tax ramifications around marriage are different for every couple. So, just for grins, I googled.
- Marriage and Taxes from the Groom Grove (don’t ya just love that title)?
- Bad Tax Idea: Getting married without checking on the tax ramifications, by Profitable
- The Marriage Calculator: Financial Consequences of Marriage Decisions by the US Dept of Health & Human Services
- The Myth of the Marriage Penalty by Liz Pulliam Weston on MSN Money
- Getting Married by TurboTax
- Marriage Penalty: I don’t think so by Living Single blogger Bella DePaulo, published by Psychology Today
Read it and weep.
(Note to all readers: I am NOT giving out tax advice. You’ll need someone much smarter with numbers than me for that. Talk to your accountant.)
Quote of the Week: Lead Your Heart
Posted by: | CommentsDon’t just follow your heart because your heart can be deceived…but LEAD your heart. ~Fireproof, the movie
Marriage: Makes Life Interesting? Or Adds to Happiness?
Posted by: | CommentsPenelope Trunk’s blog, Brazen Careerist, gives a very interesting perspective on life. Her recent posts on happiness – the definition of it, the desire for it, and the overall pursuit of it – got me thinking about marriage, especially the “later in life” kind.
Trunk believes that people fall into two categories: those people who pursue a happy life and those people who pursue an interesting life.
I took her test in her latest blog post: Test: Is your life happy or interesting? I came out as someone who wanted to be interesting more than happy.
Her premise about happiness versus interesting made me ponder about why we get married. Do we get married because we believe it will make us happy? Or, do we commit to one person because we think it add to the “interesting-ness” of our lives?
I think women who marry later in life may be looking for a life that is more remarkable than content. And, their marital partners are committed to the same. Here’s why.
For most of us, we tend to fall into two categories around marriage: those who really want to just be married and those who want to be married to a specific type of person. Late bloomer brides (LBBs) tend to always fall in the latter category. This doesn’t mean those who got married earlier in life just settled for “whomever.” But, early marriages could be either category. LBBs definitely are in the second group and rarely in the first.
Why?
1. LBBs look for “the one.” Almost all the late bloomer brides I have come to know seem to have waited to marry someone they felt was “right.” They weren’t willing to “settle” for anyone who just popped the question or someone they could just live with. They weren’t looking for someone to make them happy or complete their life. They could do that on their own. Rather, they were holding out for someone they couldn’t live without – someone who interests them more days than not. Finding that person takes some time. Hence, the after 40 part.
2. LBBs have high standards. We explored, investigated, searched. In the meantime, we still had lots of time to ourselves. We had time to make career moves, travel, figure out favorite shoe stores, cities, breakfast foods — all by our lonesomes. We became more interesting as people because of it. Thus, the bar for a partner is raised. We want to be with people who have done things, too. We need someone who is very interesting to us.
3. LBBs will never be shackled again. When I was 10 years old, I distinctly remember having moments of absolute desperation to get somewhere – anywhere but there. I was held captive spent my childhood in a very small country town, with no money, and bound to do what all kids do – go to the same school building to sit, learn and listen for hours and hours and hours on end. I knew there was stuff going on Out There. And, I was being kept from it.
And, you know what? I was right.
There was a lot going on Out There. And, it was very, very interesting. The first week out of college felt like I had been let out of prison. And, I wasn’t going back. So, I was bound and determined not to be committed to another’s life until I was ready. I suspect many women who wait until after age 40 to get married have a similar tale to tell.
4. LBBs enjoy the journey as much as the destination. Our 20s and 30s are filled with exploring – again, career, travel, friends, experiences, hobbies, you name it. And, if a guy wanted to come along that was great. But, for the most part, we were more committed to the journey than committed to just settling down. It’s not that we aren’t goal oriented. It’s just that there is a lot of interesting scenery and pit-stops to take in. We don’t want to miss anything.
So, why would a woman who has high standards, be wary of being “shackled,” and who loves the voyage choose to get married? Because Husband was more interesting than all of that. And, he wants to do interesting things. Having an interesting life makes this LBB happy.
(Note to younger married peeps everywhere: if you got married early in life, this does not mean you are not an interesting person. For all I know, you met your soul mate in high school and still went on to all manners of interestingness that we all can only dream about.)
Of Snails and Puppy Dog Tails*
Posted by: | CommentsIt’s true that you will continue to learn about your spouse long after you’re married – sometimes for years after the wedding vows are spoken. And, how you find out these new things about your partner can be quite an adventure.
For instance, I believe how they handle international travel speaks volumes to how they handle life. I understand building a house (or other home renovation) has erected and dismantled many marriages. (And, God willing, I’ll find out one day.)
Today, I add yet another activity to the list of How to Find Out All Kinds Of Things –and Quickly — About Your Spouse That You Didn’t Know: puppy-sitting.
I have made no secret of my pet lust. Some women’s biological clocks cry out for a baby. Mine? It whispers, puppy. In fact, it’s part of Husband’s and my marriage contract. No more new kids. So, we get to foster animals instead.
However, Husband remains firmon the timing. No animals until our house is built. (And, thanks to the lax CEOs of several financial institutions across the U.S. — who, by the way probably own three houses, each, themselves — that’s not happening anytime soon for us.)
Husband and I have very different ideas about pets, too. Husband believes all animals should:
- Stay outside, for the most part,
- Never get on the furniture,
- Be avoided altogether if they shed,
- Be independent, entertaining themselves for hours on end, and
- Never, ever get in bed with you.
I, on the other hand, believe why have an animal if you aren’t going to live with it? I mean really live with it.
Fortunately for us, we have friend with pets. And, for the last two weeks, we had been puppy sitting a 20 week-old, Cavalier King Charles spaniel named Chloe. (Or Princess Chloe, if you ask her.) Husband had hoped this would cure me of my desire for a dog. Puppies require all manners of care and attention. He thought it would put me over the edge. But, I ask you, could such a face like this put anyone over the edge?
Husband made sure I knew, when she first arrived, that puppy duty was all mine. But, years ago my friend Y told me don’t listen to what men say, rather watch what they do. That’s where you’ll find the truth. If our puppy-sitting is any indicator of that truism, I don’t know what is.
First, within the first 48 hours of our Chloe-sitting stint, she had claimed her favorite spot: Husband’s lap. Then, one day I called from work to ask about Chloe (Husband stayed home that day). He said, she’s fine. She’s sitting right here.
Where?
On my lap.
Though we had a few long nights of taking Princess Chloe out to “widdle” – even sometimes in the middle of a snow storm – she was tons of fun. She would regal us with her tricks (zooming around and around our couch with toys in her mouth, for one) and giving lots of puppy kisses.
Husband soon was playing with Chloe every night, taking her for long walks, and even giving her a bath after one particularly long and wet romp through our 30 inches of recent snowfall. (Wet snow + puppy fur = a rather distinct smell.) By the end of our two weeks he was even getting up in the middle of the night to take her out, though he swore that was going to be my job.
In essence, very quickly, Husband was putty in the paws of said puppy.
(The man with his remote and Chloe. What more could someone ask for?)
On the last morning before we were to hand her over to her rightful minions owners, without provocation, Husband got the sleepy puppy out of her crate and brought her to bed. She is a real cuddler and snoozed away with us for a few more hours, alternatively resting her head on me or Husband. Interestingly, Husband kept trying to get her to stay on his side of the bed. But, she’s an equal opportunity snuggler. I got my share of nose-nudging.
George M. Schulz was right: Happiness is a warm puppy. But, it’s also Husbands who understand, even if it isn’t always spoken outloud.
(*Note: Title of blog post is from the poem, What Are Little Boys Made Of?)
Quote of the Week: Love First
Posted by: | CommentsHappy Valentine’s Day Everyone! Tell someone today that you love them. It makes all the difference in the world to hear it spoken out loud.
Quote of the Week: Everybody forgets the basic thing; people are not going to love you unless you love them. ~ Pat Carroll
Poll: Give Me Your Body Or At Least A Part Of It
Posted by: | CommentsI have been fruitlessly searching for a piece of research I read once (about 15 years ago) that states when you break up with someone and miss them, it’s not necessarily that your miss the person. But, rather you miss their body. You are used to having regularly snuggle and cuddle time. And, when you break up, you go through body withdrawal.
A girlfriend of mine – during a long spell of no-dating – once said to me about her longing for someone, “I just want to bury my face in a guy’s neck.”
I understand this desire. I have this regularly. Oh, about every other day.
I turn to husband and bury my face under his chin. His reply usually is What. Are. You. DOING?
It’s neck time, I reply, batting my eyelashes.
As you can guess, he takes this as a much larger overture than I mean for it to be. I sincerely just want my face in his neck. He wants my face, well, elsewhere.
So, want to take our poll?
What body part, of your significant other, lover, partner, husband or wife, would you miss the most if it was no longer available to you? No sex organs, please. We’re “PG-ing” it here.
The Wedding Post-Mortem or How To Not Do What I Did
Posted by: | CommentsI have recently gotten wind of a few LBB wedding stories that have chilled my little heart. (This is a feat given the relentless, windy, frigid temperatures outside. Spring, where are you?)
It is unfortunate that so many women who have chosen to get married later in life experienced what I call the “blasé wedding blues.” Apparently, if you are over 40 and getting married for the first time, a typical response is:
- It’s about time, now just go off and do it already, or
- Good for you, now just go off and do it already.
Very few people want to make a big deal around a woman over 40 getting married for the first time, say these LBB compatriots. Such a shame.
If you are 25 and getting married for the first time, well, every person in your sphere stands at attention, awaiting orders, while secretly planning bachelorette parties, “steal the bride” moments, bridal showers, gift registry tips, wedding dress shopping dates and more.
Deep down inside, we all want people to make a fuss. It’s human nature. Now, that “fuss” may be defined differently. But, in the end, we all want people to “ooh” and “aah” over our life choices, even if in a whisper.
As for me, if I could re-do my wedding (and the months leading up to it) there are many things I would change.
- I would have had bridesmaids. (I had none.)
- I would have invited more than 43 people to our wedding.
- I would have cared less about whether everyone else was having a good time and concentrated on having a good time myself.
- I wouldn’t have planned so many things that weekend to keep everyone happy and occupied (a pre-wedding barbeque party, a rehearsal dinner for the parents, a girlfriend’s lunch, the wedding and reception itself).
- I would have asked for more hoopla leading up to the weekend wedding, itself, which I did not have to plan and execute.
And, there it is. That last little bullet. The thing I have been holding in my heart that I did not realize until a recent LBB recounted her own story of how “unmoved” her family seemed about her getting married.
My situation was nothing like hers. She literally had “relatives behaving badly” from making snarky comments to not showing up for events. They treated her wedding day as just any old event. In fact, some of her relatives treated her wedding weekend like it was their vacation, and therefore, everything and anything could be “blown off” if they didn’t feel like it.
Everyone behaved around my wedding. And, everyone seemed genuinely happy to be there.
But, the year leading up to the Big Event? Well…
The truth is, no matter your age, you do want large events in your life celebrated. I had the wedding shower (bless you, T), a small engagement party thrown impromptu by friends (bless you, K & R), the well wishes, the mandatory attendance at the Big Event itself.
But, at times I did get the sense from some folks involved (who shall remain nameless) that my nuptials were all very “been there, done that,” too.
I bear some (much) responsibility for this.
- I acted “all independent” letting everyone know I could plan and “do” this wedding all by myself. And, I did. In fact, I even told Husband all he had to do was show up. And, he did.
- I did not ask for any fanfare. I told everyone “whatever you want to do…blah, blah, blah.” And, they did.
- I believed if I was over 40 then there was to be no screaming, jumping up and down, and giggling. It was all to be dignified. And, elegant. And, mature. Oh, boy. Tons of fun.
In the end, you get what you ask for. So, all you future LBBs out there, choose what you want. Then, speak.
As for me, I’m throwin’ one helluva anniversary party at year five. There will be mandatory merry-making and whooping. Oh, and giggling. Lots of giggling.
What the Strippers Taught Me
Posted by: | CommentsI have been working on this post for a while. Almost a year. I was worried it would be so controversial all my readers would unsubscribe immediately. Or, certain family members would completely disown me. Or, worse, I would be considered an affront to womankind, anti-feminist and somehow promoting female slavery. Therefore, I would be booted from the sisterhood.
But, when I learn something from an unexpected source, I feel compelled to share. So, deep breath. Here goes.
This post is about what strippers have taught me.
First, know that I believe if someone wants to take their clothes off and titillate strangers for money, then that is their business. Choice is what the woman’s movement was all about anyway.
Secondly, I believe everyone has something to teach you – even the ones you’d never trade places with.
I have never been a stripper. I don’t understand why anyone would want to be. And, I have only ever had the occasion to see or talk to a “gentleman’s entertainer” three times in my life. But, those times taught me some things.
The first time I met a stripper was at a party about 20 years ago.
I remember this woman looked like any 20 year old might in Washington, DC (where we were). I asked her what she did, professionally, because that is what you do in DC. Your job is your identity. She answered, quite matter-of-factly, I’m a stripper. I recall being speechless. I probably said something like, “wow.” This is probably because that’s what I – being just 25 years old — could only muster on such short notice. She then went on to say how she had to leave. Her hair extension appointment was in an hour. And, apparently, she made much more money with long hair. I recall being appalled that hair length would have such an effect on her tips. But, then again, this was my first foray into a conversation with a professional exotic dancer.
Now, 20 years later, I started studying burlesque dance and the art of striptease for fun. (It’s important to keep one’s mind and body alive with fresh skill-building.) A number of other students and I decided to visit a strip club. We wanted to see how women danced outside of a private studio.
I realize my saying that going to a strip club to look for new dance moves is kinda like the guy who says he reads Playboy for the articles. So, I give up – in advance – that everyone will be convinced of this fact. But, it’s true. You can only learn so many dance moves without venturing out in to the world. So, that’s what we did. And, I ended up walking away with some lessons much, much better than how to bump and grind.
Both times I visited said gentleman’s clubs, I was with a bunch of women. No husbands or boyfriends came along. My male friends tell me they are shocked that they actually let us in. Apparently women don’t spend as much money. Also having “real women” sitting with the male customers makes the guys feel uncomfortable, like they’ve been caught or something. But, somehow, the bouncer let us in. We made sure to spend money and ignore the men. (I think we also were better customers – handing out $5s instead of $1s – and there never was any threat of us launching ourselves at the dancers.)
First, the art of striptease has a long history. At various times it was considered an art form. But, today, the movies have you believe anyone who strips for money is 1) a woman who has six kids at home — whom she has rescued from an alcoholic — and has no other choice to make this much money in such a short period of time in order to win that custody battle, or 2) is a woman who is also a drug addict and hasn’t a clue what she’s really doing.
I can’t tell you the real story.
But, what I can tell you is, that in my trips to said clubs, I saw beautiful but normal-looking women who seemingly came from all kinds of backgrounds and circumstances. Also, watching them “do their thing” was informative. So, I thank the women I witnessed and hope they are healthy and happy.
Here’s what I learned:
1. Professional strippers manage their energy brilliantly. It takes some serious energy management to dance, entertain and act interested in strangers for hours on end. But beyond that, these ladies know how to put out exactly the amount – and kind of — energy that gets them what they want.
They watch men’s reactions with an eagle’s eye, adjust their tone accordingly, and never, never steamroll their prey. They will be assertive, but not aggressive. They are direct, but you don’t get the sense they are going to hurt you. They know their male admirers must be enticed, intrigued and pulled in before getting close – hence, the long, slow crawl from the stage to the tip rail where the men wait for them.
Strippers understand that being strong and being vulnerable are not mutually exclusive.
So, while I am tempted from time to time to just “let the frustration fly,” “dump,” make demands and ultimatums, and other marital energy steamrolling activities, I remember the stripper energy management technique. And, then, maybe I can remember how, it’s not that productive to launch myself at Husband when he first walks in the door, throwing my day’s happenings like hand grenades, failing to see the weary look on his face because he had his own daily bombs to handle. I have learned to assess the situation first, and know when to pull back and when to move forward.
2. Strippers know mystery is valued. Stage names and encouraging the “upsell” to “that mysterious room behind the curtain” are just part of the game. If you want to know more, you – the guy – must act interested to be let in on the secret world.
Really good strippers (read: earn a lot of money) also know that men – when they realize they must encourage the dancer to stay focused on them either with dollar bills or attention — are more vested, long-term.
So, want your spouse to stay interested? Practice a bit of intrigue. Everyone wants something that is privileged, unpublished, classified – something that is secret. Let him know you are giving him something no one else gets. Then, mutually reward one another for that attention. Taking one another for granted is marital death.
3. Strippers don’t take any crap. They ask for attention, but that doesn’t mean they are a door mat. A certainly gentlemanly behavior is required at all times. So, while you ogle the beautiful dolls, be polite. One of the golden rules around receiving a lapdance, specifically, is no touching. You’ll be thrown out immediately. Manners are non-negotiable in strip clubs.
This goes for Husband-Wife stuff, too. Just because you’re married doesn’t mean you get to throw your manners out the window.
4. They dance even when they don’t feel like it. Strippers have a job to do – even when it’s having to entertain some guy (who she’d normally never look twice at) making ga-ga eyes at them. Her response? Thank you for noticing.
This is a similar task to being married. Your spouse needs to feel your love and patience – even when you have worked eight hours, been to the dry-cleaners, the grocery store, driven through Rt. 29 traffic hell, and the first thing he asks you when you walk through the door is what’s for dinner? You don’t always want to converse with your spouse, but you should be thankful they notice you’ve arrived home.
5. Smelling good counts. Strippers take into account the whole package they are presenting – from looking good to smelling good. In fact, as one of my friends said, they smell like freshly baked cookies. (We found out, from the strippers we encountered, that they wore lotion by Bath & Body Works called “Frosting”.)
While I am a proponent of dressing (and smelling) like you want, do take into account what your significant other likes. Everyone has their own version of what looks good, smells good, tastes good. Be your partner’s brand of delicious at least some of the time. (Ditto for them.)
6. They know what earns currency: focused attention. As a business owner, I found the business behind the strip club fascinating. The real money does not come from the single dollar bills handed out at the tip rail or even the alcohol sales (watered down as they were). It’s all about selling the $25, three-minute (timed) lapdance. That’s where the bucks are. And, men pay. Laser-focused, private attention is considered valuable in a strip club – to both stripper and recipient. Everyone wants to be chosen.
You want partnership commitment, adoration or something else as currency in your relationship? Focus. Commit. Choose him (or her). And, see no one else. Be interested not just interesting.
End of lessons.
So, what I did not appreciate at the strip club? How some of the guys made the dancers positively grovel for a mere single dollar bill. How simulated sex moves on the stage were more valued than showing off real dance moves. How the men never smiled.
(A friend called the look they did have on their face, the “trance.” Actually, she put another word in front of “trance,” but I’m pretty sure the Internet police would lock me up if I repeated it here. Oops, I guess I did look at the guys at some point.)
Did I learn any new dance moves? Not really.
Will I ever return? Probably not.
But, while you or I may not believe in a stripper’s choice of profession, just remember: there are lessons everywhere.
Quote of the Week: Back Up
Posted by: | CommentsIn honor of National Marriage Week (February 7 – 13)
Every man who is high up loves to think that he has done it all himself; and the wife smiles, and lets it go at that. ~Sir J. M. Barrie


