One of the running themes on Not Always Right (aside from utter fiction) is people who patronize a business on Sunday, and then get angry with the owner for daring to open the business on the Lord’s Day. In at least one of these stories, the allege customer actually spelled out that if the store hadn’t been open, she wouldn’t have gone in, but because it was, she strayed from the path of righteousness. I see this as the same sort of thing, that there is an overlap between people drawn to this sort of Christianity and people who perceive an external locus of control. If he can’t not look and she can’t stand him looking, external locus of control makes all that the fault of a third party (as opposed to him doing his best not to look, or at least not to look in such a way that his wife notices, or her sucking it up, or a compromise).
Please tell me that this is a brilliant parody of some kind because if not this might be one of the most clueless posts in all of history.
That’s totally true, assuming you’re actually eating what’s being served at home. If you’re just going hungry rather than eat what’s on the table, or claiming you’re not hungry at dinner time and then eating a whole bag of corn chips on the couch…where you’re building up your appetite matters. It matters a lot. I mean, there’s only so long that can go on before a person starts to wonder what’s so bloody damn awful about their cooking, ya know? Is it that they’re using too much salt? Too little salt? The wrong cut of meat? It’s over/underdone? You’ve just entirely gone off meat and potatoes? What? For the love all that’s holy, WHAT?!
I can’t really pass judgment on that. It could mean she’s a swirling vortex of need that can never be filled, and always has been–one of those people who constantly needs affirmation that they’re beautiful and wonderful and amazing. Or it could mean that she has to pry her husband’s face out of assorted screens to get him to have a conversation with her, much less get laid a couple times a month, while he seems to have boundless attention and affirmation for other people. I don’t know anything about their home life beyond that one blog post, so I’m not prepared to comment on which scenario is more likely here, but from what I’ve seen IRL, the latter is AT LEAST as common as the former.
Does he need to see Magnificent Tits?
Not if he’s still alive.
Boobies are great.
That’s what I was thinking.
This reminds me of the Thurber cartoon of a woman on the phone, telling the person on the other end of the line “Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?”
The “Apple and Band - Aids” blog? Christ. Did you read the comments to her blog? They’re all out to freak’in lunch.
You are a good wife.
But he should get his eyes checked. 
Jeez, if FB causes her to feel so crappy, making superficial comparisons to every chick she sees, maybe she should … surf somewhere else?
Yanow, I have a FB page. I go to it usually once a day to see what’s up with my far-away friends, or if I have something I want to post. I read new posts on my page, and comment if I want. Then I go here, or to Laughing Squid, or disinfo, or any one of millions of other worthy, fascinating websites.
If cutting out FB interaction would effectively remove the greater portion of her social life, then there’s no hope for her anyway.
Not only that, he gets to see a pair of boobies!
You know, if you see a picture you don’t like on your Facebook wall, you can make it disappear. And Facebook actually learns from this and tries not to show you those pictures anymore over time. You can even take a survey to hurry this along.
If the husband leaves those pics up there, either he doesn’t really care about them or he wants to see them. But neither of those lets you blame other people for your insecurities.
No kidding. Boobs? You want boobs? Inanna. She’s got boobs and has a handle on 'em as well..
She has for the last 6,000 years or so.
She’s got crazy gorgeous hips too.
I may need to see them as I am a great tester of flashing. Just don’t mind me, I’m just a random person you don’t know on the internet.
This lady either needs to go over and look at her life again without those insecurities or divorce her husband and live the life of a cat lady.
Men and women always look, that is normal if you think other wise, slap yourself and don’t date.
I will sorry for this lady though and hope she can get a better self-esteem.
I have a friend who says “people” when she means “I”. “People don’t need to hear you have a PhD, it bothers them” - no, it’s you who has PhD envy…
“People don’t like hearing that you’re having problems getting your Saab serviced, it sounds like false modesty” - no, it’s a warning to not get cars that will be a bitch to find service for, even without their maker going to heck.
She’s bothered by seeing women with better tits than her, too. “People don’t need to see you with a neckline down to here!” Remark from one of the guys after she’s flitted off: “uhhh… doesn’t she usually wear necklines lower than that? Did I hallucinate the ones I remember?” “Ah, but her tits are all right. It’s other women’s tits that are not, specially if they happen to be 30 years younger than hers.”
Again, despite having many female Facebook friends for many years, I don’t think I’ve seen more than a handful of swimsuit pictures, let alone topless shots. Mostly I see photos of kids and dogs or cats.
I acknowledge I may be an outlier- I’m fairly boring and so are most of my friends. But IF everyone and her sister is posting pictures of their boobs online, I confess… I haven’t seen any sign of it.
For astorian, a sign of boobs.
You are welcome.
Oh, no need for that! Lord knows, anyone who wants to see boobs on the Internet can find them without a problem!
I’m just saying I was wholly unaware that this was a widespread phenomenon (if it actually is). The women I know either wouldn’t do such a thing, or are VERY selective about who they’d show such things to.
You there, yes you, take my likes…
That made my day just a little bit better.
As to the OP, that woman on that blog has so many issues. My wife knows I’ll check out other women, as well as she checks out other guys.
As a friend of mine once said, if you are not checking out members of the opposite sex, you are either gay, or dead.
If I want to see breasts on the web, I can probably find a more efficient way than hanging hopefully around Facebook.