Comments on: Necessity is a Mother.

By: Kivrin

Kivrin — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 21:12:50 +0000

I have always been fiercely independent — the original “I’m gonna do this by myself!” — regardless of my relationship status. I make but one exception: I prefer having someone come to my rescue when members of phylum Arthropoda (i.e., insects and arachnids) invade my living space.

I will not let Fiancé hang pictures, because he hangs them too high and doesn’t care if they are exactly centered in the allotted wall space.

Oh, and I also have been a video game widow — thank GOD he stopped playing WoW — and he does own a few Transfuckingformers, but thankfully he doesn’t display them.

By: bluebears

bluebears — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 03:41:01 +0000

Jd: re rolling joints–don’t feel bad, I make whatever guy I’m with light the bowl for me, as I am terrified of burning my fingers.

By: jdregent

jdregent — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 01:52:54 +0000

beginnings middles and endings give me heart palpitations and shove me off into a miasma of self sabotage and procrastination. i prefer a crisis-response paradigm.

By: MorningGloria

MorningGloria — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 01:45:34 +0000

I straight up won’t cook raw meat and I make Boyfriend do it.

By: stacyinbean

stacyinbean — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 00:45:09 +0000

Oh JD, if anything you must, must, must learn to roll your own joints. I learned out of necessity in the woods behind my high school and I’ve never stopped. I love projects, hanging pictures, sewing shit, cooking, building furniture, anything that has a beginning, middle, and end I can be in charge of. This turns in to me wanting to do everything, because like BGZ said, I think I can probably do it better (in my head.)

By: robot ninja spy

robot ninja spy — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 00:03:10 +0000

@jdregent: I was kind of like you before I moved here. I wasn’t really allowed to do anything useful when I lived with my parents because they were just sure I’d mess everything up, so when I was in college and alternately living in dorms and with my aunt, people helped me with just about everything. Which made me feel bad and which is why I moved to a state far, far away from everyone I knew so I’d be forced to learn to do a lot of things for myself. (Not that you need to/should. I just felt bad because there were people who really thought I was faking all my inexperience to get out of doing things.) Which is a great segue into my more on-topic rant.

@yvanehtnioj: Omigawd, your story made me think of the time I found myself installing curtain rods in my cousin’s room out of frustration. My younger cousin and her mother routinely save the kinds of household tasks that some of you assign to your husbands/boyfriends for my older cousin’s best guy friend or my younger cousin’s exes to come over and do. Which I guess I understand for big things like their massive entertainment center that takes up an entire wall and that they probably would’ve wanted to delegate even if they did feel they could do it themselves. But my cousin was talking about calling an ex over to put four holes in the wall for a curtain rod. I was like, “Are you frigging kidding me? It’s a curtain rod. I am more than happy to put it in for you myself.” And her and my aunt were like, “Woooooow!” Like I was Shera or something. I was so annoyed! And I’m always shocked that the guys don’t feel put out, which I guess is dumb considering how many times I’ve been told they like feeling needed. This is why I’m glad I’m not a dude. I don’t want to feel needed. I want to go to sleep.

By: Unpossible

Unpossible — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 23:54:16 +0000

@ ratinski: I second you on the “epically lazy” front. I tend not to do, um, anything around the house, cleaning- or fixing-wise (including pick up and put away my own clothes much of the time). I do cook because I actually enjoy it, but my boyfriend does the dishes, cleans the kitchen, and takes out the garbage, one of my roommates vacuums, and the bathroom just never gets cleaned (which I’ve been deluding myself into thinking isn’t that gross). My other roommate fixes random crap around the house. So, yeah…I take screaming advantage of other people’s goodwill/lower mess tolerance. While there is definitely some element of “girlyness” involved (I think the garbage bins in our building are gross, I don’t trust myself to take apart a bathtub faucet), for the most part it’s just that I’m a lazy, lazy shirker.

By: exelizabeth

exelizabeth — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 23:50:40 +0000

I dealt with the videogame bug by mastering Gears of War.

By “mastering” I really mean “becoming moderately profficient at.” But still. Good enough.

By: ratinski

ratinski — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 22:35:46 +0000

Oh, an BG – mine ending up dropping out of the only college he went to and working in a comics shop, and additionally wouldn’t know Emmanuel Kant if he rose from the grave and bit him in the ass, so I’m going to assume that there are at least three guys out there obsessed with their Transfuckingformers.

A truly harrowing thought.

By: ratinski

ratinski — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 22:29:00 +0000

Mine had the video game bug as well. I can’t count the number of Saturday nights I spent on the couch watching him play whatever the hell game he was playing that week. This was followed, of course, by yet another viewing of either Neon Genesis Evangelion or Serial Experiments Lain (two anime series I liked at the beginning of our relationship and despised by the end).

The lesson here is that even the vaguely datable guys at the college anime club are to be avoided.