Tuesday, December 6, 2011

miscommunications



My little niece got the grand notion at Awana Cubbies last year that Santa is our intermediary to God. She's got big plans for leaving letters under the tree for Santa to deliver to the Big Man, The Boss, the Grand Gifter. My sister is alarmed at the theological accuracy issue, but I think Summer's imagination is well-placed. I understand her.

I have my own communication gaffe this week. I posted a facebook message about my weariness with guys into strippers and cheating. Now my main group of guy friends is very offended since they went to a strip club this weekend. They took it as a public insult to them. They're not open to the idea that there were other events and conversations over the weekend that didn't involve them. They don't understand why their perviness weirds me out. But are the hurt feelings worth it since one of them started wearing his wedding ring again? I will take one for the team.

They say as a female in the army you have to play the role of the slut or the bitch. I think I'm currently pulling off prudish ice princess.

2 comments:

Stephanie said...

Maybe you're more like a prophet...the only one willing to say the hard truths. It's worth it.

Shannon and Paul said...

Oh waahhh. Cry me a river. Going to strip clubs is nasty. The current culture seems to be trying to promote that porn and the business of sex is normal, even healthy - which is total bullshit. I'm sorry they are being jerks to you, but fly your ice queen flag proudly if that's what your crime is.