A frolic in Cambodia

[ThurgreedMarshall]

http://www.nytimes.com/2004/12/03/health/03mood.html

A team of psychologists and economists is reporting today what many Americans know but do not always admit, especially to social scientists: that watching television by oneself is a very enjoyable way to pass the time, and that taking care of children - bless their little hearts - is often about as much fun as housework.

Those findings, published in the journal Science, run contrary to previous research about what makes people happy and why.
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Now if I can find a study that says that people who listen to rap music respect women more than those who don't, I can put it together with the above article along with the Daily Show v. O'Reilly audience education comparison results, mail it to bilmore and watch his head explode.

TM

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by baltassoc
Now, now, don't be too hard on yourself. It probably doesn't cost you much more than about $180 a week.

Say $5000 a year in depreciation or lease payments, $1500 a year for gas and $500 for insurance (you are a good driver, right?), plus, what, $200 a month for parking at the office. $9400/52~=$180 a week.

But at least you get to sit in traffic.

(Of course, pot, kettle, etc.)

Since I would own and insure the car (at the same rate) regardless of whether I drove it to work, only the parking and gas count in this equation. And the longest my trip takes me is 15 minutes, which is shorter than the Metro ride/walk.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
I don't care how much I spend on lunch, because I rarely have to pay for my own dinner or drinks.

Slut.

TM

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
I don't care how much I spend on lunch, because I rarely have to pay for my own dinner or drinks.

I generally feel like a whore when I don't pay for dinner or drinks.

I take it you don't have that problem?

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by dtb
The Happy Family? Hmmm. I'm not familiar with that. In my hippie household, I was not permitted to have Barbie dolls. I could have Skipper and Dawn dolls (did anyone else have Dawn dolls? None of my friends did -- I have no idea where my mother got them -- perhaps she had a factory in the basement...), and of course the Sunshine Family (for whom you had to make clothes and home furnishings from the scraps of fabric your hippie mother had lying around the house.)

Other hippie rules of my household: no plastic sandwich bags (waxed paper only -- I was the ONLY kid in school without plastic sandwich bags) and no paper lunch bags (environmentally friendly lunch boxes only), no watching The Flinstones (my mother felt it was demeaning to women), no Wonder Bread (again -- the ONLY kid...), no Skippy/Jif/National Brand peanut butter -- only the organic kind (where the hell my mother found this stuff in the 70's, I can't imagine).

I read her post quickly and thought it said the dad from Happy Days. Actually I considered responding at the time about how weird it was that Barbie would go for Mr Cunningham. She seems much more like a Fonz chick to me. Imagine my relief that she was talking about some Happy Family of which I've never heard. Carry on.

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
I generally feel like a whore when I don't pay for dinner or drinks.

I take it you don't have that problem?

No, I feel more like a tease.

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
You walk at a 9:20 pace?

I know it's lazy; I always walk when I leave at 6. When I leave at 8, I want to get home.

Pace depends on whether I'm coming or going, but I feel you. When I leave at 10:00, I just want to get home. Never mind that the cab ride costs $150 to my house (not that I pay for it) with tip.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by dtb
Oh, please. Don't EVEN get me started on the cereals. The most exotic brand we were allowed to have was Rice Krispies (but at least it was a name brand, and not from the organic food store and made of kelp). When we would visit my grandmother, we were allowed to have ONE junk box of cereal for the whole week. (I can't remember whether it was one box each, or one box for all of us... perhaps it was one box each.) It was a pretty big deal when we would go to the supermarket to pick any cereal we wanted!! I remember being pretty loyal to King Vitaman (I can't remember if it was spelled that way or not -- but it was definitely pronounced Vita-Man -- the jingle was: "King Vita-Man -- have breakfast with the King!" -- man, what a crappy jingle, although I guess not, as I still remember it with perfect clarity.) I also liked Frosted Flakes. My brother was a Captain Crunch man.

Evidently, this is what grandparents are for. Notwithstanding our efforts to shield the (Not So) Tiny Slothrop (a/k/a Ti) from the evils of the world, his grandmother introduced him to Froot Loops and its wicked siblings this summer. Clearly she is the serpent and it is the apple.

Freudians, go to work on how I just called my mom a snake. Or maybe you can do something with that, Burger?

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
Pace depends on whether I'm coming or going, but I feel you.

Just in case anyone was wondering whether or not this saying was done, wonder no more.

TM

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by dtb
I am ashamed (a la Jacque from Finding Nemo).


eta: Thanks RP. You may speak for me anytime. We're the same person anyway, right?

I was thinking of RP as:

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by Anne Elk


24K gold knitting needles.
$2,585.

Link to ridiculous gift ideas for those who have WAY too much money to spend.

I think I want to learn to knit. No need to start out with the solid gold needles right away - I'll work up to that, but I just figured out yesterday that the place down the street from me called "The Knitting Studio" is a place for ladies of leisure (I presume) to go and hang out and knit with other women. Sorta like paint your pottery without the kids factor. Gwinky, you going to teach me this fine craft?

[Gattigap]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
I generally feel like a whore when I don't pay for dinner or drinks.

I take it you don't have that problem?

Originally posted by robustpuppy
No, I feel more like a tease.

Sooooo! Fringey, when shall we dine?

[robustpuppy]

FYI: Hitting the back button and then refreshing the page is at least one cause of the unintentional double post, even when you don't confuse the quote and edit functions.

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall

Now if I can find a study that says that people who listen to rap music respect women more than those who don't, I can put it together with the above article along with the Daily Show v. O'Reilly audience education comparison results, mail it to bilmore and watch his head explode.

TM

I meant to ask this earlier. Over the Thanksgiving weekend, my mom tentatively asked for rap recommendations. It seems that someone sent her the Mosh video right before the election, and good liberal that she is, she watched it. Apparently, Eminem convinced her that her rush to judgement of all rap as "godawful" 20 years ago may have been a bit hasty.

All I have to go on is that she likes Mosh, and she hated all rap prior to this new and stunning revelation. I'm not entirely convinced that she's ever actually listened to rap before, though she claims that it was the repetitive bass-lines that turned her off.

Any suggestions to help lead my mom further down the road of enlightenment?

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
No, I feel more like a tease.

I dunno, I even feel like a whore, or some other dependentnessosity thing, when it's not a guy who would fuck me, given the opportunity.