Tis the season to put aside “my indignation over the sorry state of the world,” columnist Barbara Kay wrote last week.
It struck me as both a nice thought and an apt professional summary from someone who expresses a lot of indignation in her newspaper columns and on social media. I could relate to it. This blog is full of indignation, too. Indignation is the stuff of many columnists.
And tweets. I was reading some of Jordan Peterson’s tweets today. I couldn’t help think, “man, he is bitter. Like Alistair Sim’s Scrooge in the first part of the film A Christmas Carol.” Maybe that’s his schtick. Or maybe it’s genuine teenage rage? But, wait. Could an old guy pull off teen angst?
OK.That’s a stretch. And maybe a little indignant, too, yes? I’m just going with a little freeflow this evening. I’m not picking on Jordan Peterson. I wish him peace and love and harmony.
So, there, goodbye indignation for a while. I’m with Barbara on that. I’ve found myself moving that way, anyhow. And I have no doubt that it really is a “tis the season” thing. Well, I hope it is. Maybe for one day, at least. Christmas Day. Imagine if there was no indignation around the world. Sing it, John . . .
But that’s not really what I wanted to talk about tonight . . .
Polyamory. The word brings a smile to my face, and a happy feeling on this evening. Warming, actually. My bff and I stumbled across the series You Me Her on Amazon Prime about three happy people in a relationship. It’s upbeat. It’s fun. It’s edgy. And there’s no indignation.
Just smiles and laughs, and the stress relief that comes with them.
It’s a very smart series, well produced and acted, and I’m looking forward to seeing where it goes over five seasons. (And, hey, I could so do a polyamorous relationship. It is a bisexual’s nirvana.)
“Smart” is a word I look for when scanning the offerings on streaming services, and there are a fair number of good offerings. Among them on my current rotation and highly recommended is the series Sort Of, about a gender fluid millennial. It is enlightening and entertaining. And it’s hip and cool. Watch it, and you’re caught up with the times.
So, tis the season, eh . . .
Jordan Peterson is an interesting character. He has become a darling of the conservative community. Once in a while he says something that resonates for me but most of the time he just sounds like the last 70 years haven’t happened. Not overtly political but extremely traditional.
Polyamory is wrong:
Poly is a Greek root. Amory is a Latin root. It’s just WRONG to put them together.
Okay, more seriously, polyamory sounds great in theory, but rarely works in practice. I only know of one couple (well, quadrilateral) where it’s worked long term.
I have sometimes point out to my beloved that having multiple wives (or at least a wife and some concubines) is an old Vietnamese custom. She claims the custom involves a sharp knife applied to a certain appendage of your husband’s if he tries it. I think I’m right, but (a) she probably knows VN customs better than I do, and (b) she definitely knows where the knives are kept.
Oh my poor hen-pecked friend, marriage is sooo boring. I would NEVER, EVER get married. I prefer to have bffs.
As for polyamory, I wasn’t thinking of a 24/7 threesome or foursome. That would get tired very quickly. I’m thinking more along the lines of delicious, amorous weekends . . .
Uh-huh. And when was the last time your gf let you off the leash (literally or metaphorically) tondo such a thing b
I was never on a leash. You should know that as a domina, I control the leash. Remember?
Yes, that was part of your charm. But I’m pretty sure that Maggie holds the metaphorical leash and you aren’t off have swinging weekends. You’re as hen-pecked – I mean settled down – as I am.
Nope. Eat your heart out!
Nope to which part?
And my heart is not what I enjoy eating out in my marriage.
Nope. I am not as hen-pecked as you are, nor settled down. I’m far too bohemian for that sort of dreary lifestyle.
But I am happy for you and your beloved (i.e. your domina) and your beautiful children.
Ha. Don’t believe you, but leave you to your fantasy life. And your beloved gf.