I’ll bite.
Who did she want on the fantasy sex list? Rosie O’Donnell?
Oh, yeah, laundry. We’ve had stupid fights over laundry. Now I put it in during work, and hang around to change it over to the dryer (I still go to a laundromat) and then pick it up on the way home. My opinion is, if I am doing the chores and you don’t like the way I do them, DO THEM YOURSELF.
The underwear story Shodan tells of makes me laugh. I am the one who shoves all her underwear randomly into the drawer. Who the fuck cares if they are wrinkly? I don’t show my underwear to anyone but him. He likes his underwear folded, but even that I can see, because they are boxers and so more fabric and thus take up less room when folded neatly.
And Julia Child.
Basically, anyone not thinner than her. And every single woman on my fantasy list is really thin and tiny-breasted.
But the whole point of a fantasy list is that they’re your fantasies. Why are fantasies that threatening? I could see it, maybe just possibly, if your fantasy list includes possible achievable people like the cute barista who makes your fancy coffee drink every day, but not celebrities.
Yep. I’ve had this fight with “The List”. Mrs Gargoyle can’t grasp the concept that there is a whole spectrum of attractiveness, and finding something attractive that is different than her doesn’t negate her own attractiveness. I went so far as drawing Venn diagrams of “attractiveness circles” and pulling out my logical analysis textbooks to decisively prove that her own attractiveness was in no way diminished.
It was right around the time I was speculating on how to most efficiently condense and optimize The List expressions using De Morgan’s laws that the first paperback book was thrown at my head.
My husband and I rarely fight. We had a fairly heated discussion about whether tidal waves and tsunamis are the same thing. Neither of us was communicating clearly and so we were actually arguing the same side. Poorly, apparently.
Awesome.
Awsomer. Count ONE! Count TWO! Count Three! Ah ha ha ha!
My father not only folds everything nicely and puts it away, but has a system where he can feel confident that each pair of underpants has been washed the exact same number of times as all the others. He bought a set of tube sox once and lost one. He had to get rid of the whole set.
Mom just stays out of his way; after all, he does all the chores and keeps her in clean clothes so why worry?
My first boyfriend wore nothing but white tube socks.
…and matched them according to “left” and “right”
…and which ones went with each other
Apparently I couldnt tell from the wear patterns and subtle shadings which white tube sock matched which.
That was fine, his socks, his problem, after a 2o minute inservice I walked out of his dorm room while he was still explaining.
He found me an hour later in the cafe next door reading a book.
My current boyfriend wears nothing but black tube socks…I told him right off that if there were left and right socks and subtle ways one goes with another I was not participating.
His theory…if they are both black, he doesn’t care. Me I do care about some types of matching (the ones with green lines should be matched together, the ones with white stitching on the heels should go together) but otherwise Im happy…big black sock… big black sock… check…yay!..big black sock… big black sock… check …yay!
I once had an argument over the phone with my girlfriend because she repeated didn’t understand my explanation of how to make a left turn on a bicycle in the United States.
Juliefoolie my entire family wears plain white socks purchased in large packages just so I can match them exactly like that. Why waste time searching for the white sock with a lady bug when all you have is the white sock with a flower and the pink sock with the blue stripe?
oh and I take socks away in the summer because sandals are fine.
I have issues with socks, although I’ve never had an argument about them.
Where do you get them? I stopped wearing socks a few years ago because I couldn’t find the white socks I like any more. I started wearing only plain white socks in college, when a friend told me about only wearing one type of socks when I complained about how matching socks in the laundry was a pain. If I could find plain white socks that I wouldn’t have to match, I might start wearing socks again.
One big black sock, two big black socks, three big black socks, ah ah ah!
Yes, I’ll be the one in the front of the bus counting all the way down to hell. One little demon, ah ah ah!
I can’t think of any off hand but one time I came home from school to find my parents arguing about what way you have to turn the key to lock a door…Dad said left, mom said right.
In a way, I can understand both sides since both ends of a key are traveling in different directions (the top part is going right (usually) and the bottom part is gong left)…but it was still a stupid arguement.
Heh they were both wrong lol. Of course even clockwise and counterclockwise can depend on perspective in certain contexts. And in some cars, the driver’s door and passenger’s door get locked in opposite directions. How odd is that!
Had a rip roaring fight on the street in India because he was such an easy going son-of-a-bitch!
We were several months into a lengthy journey through Asia, wherein I had to make all the daily choices, like where we’d eat breakfast, which train we’d take, what hotel to stay in. His theory was that I was just more discerning than he, somewhat true, and that I cared more than him about such things, also true.
Whatever I would ask, he would answer with one of the following; “Up to you.”, “Whatever you think.”, “Doesn’t matter to me.” And if you really pressed him, he’d deliver all three in a string, the tribeca of indifference! I know, what an insufferable prick!
Still, after months of this it felt like I was traveling with a child, he was just riding the ride. Every town or city we’d arrive into he’d get to chill in the cab as I went in to inspect hotel rooms and bathrooms, returning to say we’ll stay here or nay. So, after a good dressing down while boarding transport to catch a bus to Jammu, and all the way there, we arrive in the city and I insist I’m staying in the cab and he’s choosing our rooms. After all, this isn’t a beachfront bungalow we might be in for weeks, we’re leaving, as soon as we arrange transport, for the north.
We went to three hotels, each time he viewed the room and then tried to get me to come and see, but I resisted, and, eventually and reluctantly he chose a room. A mighty victory, woohoo!
And then, my victory under my belt, we fell right back into what was clearly more natural for us both, the way it had been all along!
How stupid, we still laugh about it, to this day.
We would fight over the last slivers of soap. I wanted to toss them and she wanted them stuck to the new bar. Which never worked for me, the thing kept sliding off and was a chore.
Eventually we ended up with two separate soap dishes for the same kind of soap. Yet I still had to “avoid waste” by saving my slivers. I promised to eventually “when it amounted to a dollar’s worth by weight” grind the slivers into soap powder to wash the car. Never reached a dollar’s worth.
We do this weekly with plastic grocery bags. “We need to save some to wrap icky smelly garbage scraps” vs. “We already have a year’s supply and they overflow the cupboard”
I had the same type problem with a coworker. She filled the scissors and pencil drawer under the register with rubberbands from the daily newspaper. When the drawer wouldn’t shut I threw half of them out and she complained to the boss and I lost. She never used them, just saved them.
We have this fight all the time. He’s a saver; I’m a tosser. You’re right…it IS a chore.