Friday, August 17, 2007
i've got a sweet tooth for licorice drops and jelly rolls...
I still don't know what to make of this conversation.
I was on the phone with my mom a little while ago. She was asking me how my interview went yesterday (not so great, I think). I appreciate her concern, but it doesn't stop with concern with her.
She's in full-on, up-all-night-agonizing mode. No matter how many times I tell her I'm fine both emotionally and financially, she tells me she's still worried.
After I reassured her for the 32nd time during our phone conversation, she finally said, "OK, unless you have a sugar daddy we don't know about."
I was taken a little by surprise and immediately responded, "I most certainly do not have a sugar daddy."
"Well if you did, we wouldn't have to worry about your bills being paid."
Wait, did my mother just suggest I ought to find me a sugar daddy?
Not knowing what else to say, I repeated the protest I made a moment earlier. My mother again repeated her insane troll logic.
When I told her I didn't want a sugar daddy, she continued to press me. Finally I said, "you clearly haven't seen the sugar daddies in Tucson." She laughed, I laughed awkwardly, and we moved on after she once again reminded me about my bills.
I think she may have actually been a little serious. I have no issues with the concept, but I'm too shallow to ever put it into practice with the crop of creepy old men that are found in Tucson.
Anyway, it's back to monster.com for me tonight.
I was on the phone with my mom a little while ago. She was asking me how my interview went yesterday (not so great, I think). I appreciate her concern, but it doesn't stop with concern with her.
She's in full-on, up-all-night-agonizing mode. No matter how many times I tell her I'm fine both emotionally and financially, she tells me she's still worried.
After I reassured her for the 32nd time during our phone conversation, she finally said, "OK, unless you have a sugar daddy we don't know about."
I was taken a little by surprise and immediately responded, "I most certainly do not have a sugar daddy."
"Well if you did, we wouldn't have to worry about your bills being paid."
Wait, did my mother just suggest I ought to find me a sugar daddy?
Not knowing what else to say, I repeated the protest I made a moment earlier. My mother again repeated her insane troll logic.
When I told her I didn't want a sugar daddy, she continued to press me. Finally I said, "you clearly haven't seen the sugar daddies in Tucson." She laughed, I laughed awkwardly, and we moved on after she once again reminded me about my bills.
I think she may have actually been a little serious. I have no issues with the concept, but I'm too shallow to ever put it into practice with the crop of creepy old men that are found in Tucson.
Anyway, it's back to monster.com for me tonight.
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I could just sum up in three words: BECAUSE SHE'S CRAZY. But that wouldn't be very like me, now, would it?
Remember she is a child of the 50's, and a poor child of the 50's at that. It's a big part of why she's such a nutball. Growing up as poor as she did, she was convinced that getting married would move her into a better financial sphere. Which it did, but ironically, they could have been in a much better financial sphere by now if she had continued to work like all of her friends did. The fact the life did not become a magical bed of roses as soon as she left her parents' house made something go kooky in her. But she continued to believe that marriage was the key. Remember her telling me countless times "It's as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is to fall in love with a poor man"? But by the time I found a nice penniless band teacher, they were so relieved anyone would marry such damaged goods, they didn't care anymore. Of course, Ezra chose a different career path, and of course I think M & D are counting on us supporting them already. Don't tell them he just got a 6-figure job offer for after law graduation. We have a ton of student loans to pay off, a house we're desparate to get rid of, and zero savings. But yes, after a few years, we'll probably end up doing some supporting.
Some of her concern is of course genuine, but some of it (the crazy part) comes from her ultra-defensiveness about their inability to help you out. When I last talked to her, I got the following statements, in this order:
"We just had to put $2000 into my car"
"We're going to get a reverse mortgage so we can keep the house, but then we won't have the equity line of credit anymore"
"We're going to New Jersey next week."
Failing, as always, to see the irony. They have done a fuckload of traveling since they've become impoverished and bought their beige dream home. But of course, even as they sail away on a cruise, it's to the tune of crying poverty. Yet they will of course still presume to offer Ezra and me financial advice. Because of my fear of ending up like them, I will be sure to do the opposite of whatever they recommend.
Yes, she does wish you had a sugar daddy, in that she wishes you had the greater likelihood of financial stability that comes with being in a couple, and that she wouldn't have to feel responsible in any way. But since when have any of us done what she's wanted?
I'm planning to bring the girls to AZ next June or so, when Ezra is in high gear of studying for the bar, so the good news about that prospect is that we get to see you!
I love you and I'm proud of you.
Remember she is a child of the 50's, and a poor child of the 50's at that. It's a big part of why she's such a nutball. Growing up as poor as she did, she was convinced that getting married would move her into a better financial sphere. Which it did, but ironically, they could have been in a much better financial sphere by now if she had continued to work like all of her friends did. The fact the life did not become a magical bed of roses as soon as she left her parents' house made something go kooky in her. But she continued to believe that marriage was the key. Remember her telling me countless times "It's as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is to fall in love with a poor man"? But by the time I found a nice penniless band teacher, they were so relieved anyone would marry such damaged goods, they didn't care anymore. Of course, Ezra chose a different career path, and of course I think M & D are counting on us supporting them already. Don't tell them he just got a 6-figure job offer for after law graduation. We have a ton of student loans to pay off, a house we're desparate to get rid of, and zero savings. But yes, after a few years, we'll probably end up doing some supporting.
Some of her concern is of course genuine, but some of it (the crazy part) comes from her ultra-defensiveness about their inability to help you out. When I last talked to her, I got the following statements, in this order:
"We just had to put $2000 into my car"
"We're going to get a reverse mortgage so we can keep the house, but then we won't have the equity line of credit anymore"
"We're going to New Jersey next week."
Failing, as always, to see the irony. They have done a fuckload of traveling since they've become impoverished and bought their beige dream home. But of course, even as they sail away on a cruise, it's to the tune of crying poverty. Yet they will of course still presume to offer Ezra and me financial advice. Because of my fear of ending up like them, I will be sure to do the opposite of whatever they recommend.
Yes, she does wish you had a sugar daddy, in that she wishes you had the greater likelihood of financial stability that comes with being in a couple, and that she wouldn't have to feel responsible in any way. But since when have any of us done what she's wanted?
I'm planning to bring the girls to AZ next June or so, when Ezra is in high gear of studying for the bar, so the good news about that prospect is that we get to see you!
I love you and I'm proud of you.
I saw Robyn tonight and she's going to follow-up about the LGBT job at the UA this week. I'll let you know what i hear. Jewish mothers... Oy!
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