the not so fabulous friday
The first part of this post’s title is really more of a “fake it until you make it” kind of thing. I’m not feeling so fabulous after a long night of interrupted sleep. Three out of five days of this work week, I’ve been awake before 5. On Monday, my husband had to be up at 0430, and since I’m his alarm clock, that was on me. Falling back asleep didn’t happen. On Tuesday, I woke up at 0415 for no good reason, and once again, I remained awake. On Wednesday, I was wide awake by 0330. And yesterday, I had to wake up the hubs at 0445, and yes, you guessed, I stayed awake. So by last night, I was ready for sleep. Yeah, no. On the other side of the fence along the back of our housing area is a staging area for various workers. I have no idea what’s back there, lots of foliage to block the view, other than equipment, trucks, etc. It’s active during the day, but rarely intrusive, and never at night. Until last night. I have no idea what the hell was going on, but they had a generator going on that was SO LOUD. It would run, fade into white noise for a long time, and eventually fade away. Then it would start again, waking me up each and every time, as the master bedroom is in the back. Every hour, hour and a half, I was awake. I gave up around 0530. So fabby I am not.
love at any age
Is apparently a sh*t show. I am not a watcher of the Bachelor/Bachelorette franchise, beyond the first couple of seasons. I’ve never really been into any reality TV, beyond creative competition shows… singing, dancing, cooking, drag. But when I heard about the Golden Bachelor, I admit… I was intrigued. I loved the representation of more mature people and romance and love. Too many times, people of a certain age are dismissed, overlooked, discounted. So I appreciated that this demographic was going to be on a show like Bachelor. So I’ve been watching. The bachelor seems to be a decent guy who’d been through some dark times after the death of his wife. The women are a fairly diverse group, with different lives and experiences, some stories of loss as well.
One thing I give it… it’s far less sex-fueled. I’m not a prude, and I’m not offended by it. It’s just that I HATE when women use sex as a means of getting noticed. It feels dismissive of all the other things that make them who they are. But… still a lot of making out. Whatever. I don’t care about that. Hell, I think you can learn a lot about a person by how they kiss. So lip-lock all you want.
However… the women are just as weirdly quick to fall for a guy they’re meeting in unusual circumstances. Waxing poetic, weeping in corners, or on the other end of the spectrum, loudly proclaiming their “special connection” to him to anyone who’ll listen. Blech. And now we’re down to the final three, and the Hometown Dates. And, of course, the guy picked the three most needy women after sending home all of the strong, independent women. One of the three is so clingy that she makes my skin crawl, and more than a little fake in her self-deprecating-yet-I’m-such-a-good-person persona. The second is a complete “pick-me” girl who has to be the center of everything, whining and complaining loudly when she’s not. The third woman is emo, so emo. She mopes quietly around, performative as she bemoans the idea that she might not be the bachelor’s frontrunner.
So, yeah. Not what I’d hoped for.
friday five: lessons
1. What were your high school teachers wrong about?
I can’t think of anything any of them were fundamentally wrong about!
2. Which high school subject (or specific lesson) turned out to be more useful than you expected?
Latin. I became a linguist, and six years of Latin truly helped give me an understanding of how languages worked, the patterns within them. Even with languages, like Vietnamese, that have a very different structure and very different rules, Latin still trained my brain to settle in.
3. From which high school courses do you remember most and least?
The most… French and Latin. I’ve always been a language nerd. Least… history/social studies.
4. How many of your high school classmates are you still in touch with?
Thanks to social media, many.
5. Which specific songs bring you back to specific memories of high school?
Put on some Def Leppard, some Guns ‘n Roses, some Bon Jovi, and I’m there!
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