I was shocked that she was shocked. My young friend was riveted as I explained history to her. MY history, which was only from about 40 years ago. [Read more…]
When Mom reached her seventies, she’d ask me to do her eye makeup for her if she was going anywhere fancy. Now at 89, she doesn’t wear it. The skin around her eyes is too delicate to hold it.
Does anybody care or notice? [Read more…]
Excerpted from Middle-Aged Crazy: Short Stories of Midlife and Beyond –
The Complete Collection
by Lynne M. Spreen
In the blue cold of late afternoon, Rita set out a row of traffic cones around the eighteen-wheeler to warn oncoming drivers, but of course there were none. Travelers had been advised not to attempt Donner Summit for at least another day. [Read more…]
You probably have your own dream celebrity, someone you’d like to have lunch with and chat. One of mine is Gloria Steinem. [Read more…]
We Boomers may have tried too hard to give our kids a sense of self-esteem. [Read more…]
I need your help with something. When a woman says, “I don’t care for women friends. I prefer men,” it gets my back up, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m insecure (yeah, probably) or overly sensitive (yup) or if there’s even more to it. Nevertheless,
I feel so rejected.
Here are the possibilities that run through my mind:
- She’s been burned by women friends.
- She doesn’t dig the estrogen thing and feels more comfortable with men.
- She perceives women to be on the losing team and wants to hang with the perceived winners.
I’m embarrassed, because by guessing at the above I’m revealing more of my inner workings than I want you to know. But come on – how can you dismiss half the human race that way? And your own gender! It seems like an admission of self-hatred.
I’m not saying generalities aren’t based, at times, to some extent, in truth. For example, here’s one:
“I hate working with all-women.”
Don’t ding me for grammar. That’s how we say it, the old complaint about women working together being a real pain, more so than a mostly-male workplace. I used to object to it, but now as an old broad I think there’s some truth to it, because women tend to fall harder and faster for each other, and then when the initial glow fades, they feel more rejected. Maybe this is because our ways of womanly warfare, being more suited for brain rather than brawn, are more sneaky, snarky, verbal, and cutting.
Hey, you work with whatcha got.
But back to my point. Are you a woman who subscribes to this preference for guy friends, and if so, does it spring from an alternative meaning than what I’m getting?
How do you feel when a woman tells you she prefers men friends over women?
PS The tests came back fine. I have to go back in six months for another ultrasound to confirm it. Thanks for all the love, dear friends.
Kindle readers can email me at LMSpreen@yahoo.com.