If you tell your family that you don’t want anything, and you don’t get anything, please do not come on here, or anywhere else, and whine about it. And if you DO get something, don’t say “I don’t want this junk!” to the gift-giver and throw it in the garbage.
Can you tell I have some personal experience with this, and the same thing goes for Christmases and birthdays too. If a man did that, he’d be considered abusive, and you wouldn’t let your kids get away with it either.
I’m excited to be celebrating my first Mother’s Day as a soon-to-be mother, as it will give me new ways to belittle and marginalize men (the scum!) by forcing them to give me greeting cards (such glorious tools of oppression) and flowers (the ultimate sign of female dominance).
All hail Gaia! Our plan to destroy men via minor holidays will soon prevail!
Yeaaaah. If a woman in my life acted that way, I would stop getting her presents and probably would not have much to do with her in general. Where did you get the idea that it’s OKAY when a woman acts like that?
My mother died a few years ago so unfortunately I don’t have anyone to get a Mother’s Day present for, but she never would have thrown away a crappy present.
Allow me to share the essay my eight year old daughter wrote about me and presented to me this morning:
I love my mother when she hugs me. Mother gets mad when I go around the pool when she’s not around. I know she’s mad when she sees dog poop. Mom mom likes to go to Chinese buffet. She is 43 years old. My mom works hard when she cooks. My mom is like a tiger. My mom hates to stay at red lights for 2 hours. my mom is best at cooking.
I’m pretty sure my kids forgot it’s mother’s day. Or else, they are doing a good job of faking it to surprise me.
I don’t actually care. I know they love me, and I love them. I don’t need anything to “show” it. Of course, I don’t do birthdays or Christmas either* so I guess I’m just not the holiday type.
*I get them stuff, but they never get me anything. Again, I don’t care
My younger daughter took the family out to a vegan Thai restaurant (on Friday, because one of her good friends is having a graduation party today), and everyone enjoyed watching me have to decide between all the items on a menu instead of having only a couple of choices. They all ordered, ate, and enjoyed their vegan food as well. My older daughter surprised me with a drawing that I wanted (a visual representation of a surreal joke that I’m dying to put on a t-shirt). And everyone gave me dirty laundry! Which, because it’s laundry day and I’m a control freak about how it should be done, is a lovely and much-needed gift. Someone is bound to either cook for me or arrange for a meal to be brought in tonight, too.
This is all WAY better than flowers and cards, and I wouldn’t dream of whining about any of it!