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Economist: A person who studies how people make choices under constraints.
QuirkyEconomist: a quirkyalone who happens to be an economist.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Quirkyeconomist" /><feedburner:info uri="quirkyeconomist" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>Quirkyeconomist</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEANRnk9fip7ImA9WxBUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-4459241173572742780</id><published>2010-03-03T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:06:37.766-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-03T22:06:37.766-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my relationship" /><title>Chemistry</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I don't make any secret of the fact that J and I met though eHarmony but I have to say, I hate telling people that. Not because I have any issues about online dating - I just think the eHarmony TV ads are so irritatingly cheesy that I would hate for anyone to think that the success of my and J's relationship is in any way a reflection of meeting through eHarmony versus some other online site. I've gone on countless first dates with guys I met on Match.com and Salon.com personals and I can honestly say that I never really felt there was any difference in the "quality" or compatibility of the guys I met there versus those I met on eHarmony (on average). If anything, I always worried that eHarmony's process, which requires you go through several steps online before meeting in person, sort of diminished the excitement that might have been there if I'd just met the guy sooner. That is, I think that knowing &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; much about someone before you meet in person can actually be a detriment - a lot of the fun of dating is finding out what you have in common with someone in person, over time. I met a lot of guys who were smart and interesting and there were some who I thought I'd probably be more interested in if I'd met them under different circumstances, like through friends, where I'd have to get to know them 'from scratch'. I'm not sure why I think it matters but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, having met J online, I'm now tempted to put more emphasis on "chemistry". Simone Grant just wrote a post about &lt;a href="http://www.sex-lies-dating.com/2010/03/03/my-rules-of-attraction/"&gt;chemistry&lt;/a&gt;, wondering whether it has to be there from the start or can develop after meeting, and it's got me thinking. I've always sort of thought that "chemistry" is over-rated, and I still think it's not particularly healthy for people to believe that they will just "know" when they meet the right person. Some of the guys I have fallen for hardest have been guys who started out as friends and I never would have imagined dating them at the beginning. But on the other hand, I did know right away that J was different from the other guys I had met online, largely because there were several points during our first date when I found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss him. He was the first/only guy I've ever met online where those thoughts went through my head.* And I think that with online dating, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; important that chemistry&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is there from the beginning because if it isn't, it's unlikely it will develop eventually, since the only thing bringing you together is dating and you'll constantly be looking for that chemistry (as opposed to getting to know someone outside the dating context, which is what happened with the guys I mentioned earlier, where we were friends and then things developed into something more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I don't really know why I was attracted to J and not to the many other guys I met who were just as nice, funny, etc. but I know it wasn't because eHarmony's extensive questionnaire and personality-matching system somehow knew we were right for each other. I think us working out has a lot more to do with me finally being in the right "place" in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=7b26adbd-36b6-8a57-b435-098c3498050e" alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Of course, we also met for drinks (which led to dinner and more drinks) whereas most of my other first dates had been coffee and I always find myself more attracted to guys when I'm a little tipsy - I like to tell him that we might never have made it past the first date if he hadn't gotten me liquored up, which he thinks is bizarre because he didn't even try to kiss me that night. But the point is that I &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; him to kiss me that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-4459241173572742780?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/z0SF8MkNkO4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/4459241173572742780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=4459241173572742780" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/4459241173572742780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/4459241173572742780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/z0SF8MkNkO4/chemistry.html" title="Chemistry" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2010/03/chemistry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAFQ3ozfyp7ImA9WxBVGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-2748039449088600975</id><published>2010-02-23T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:05:12.487-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T14:05:12.487-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the Examined Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title>What does it mean to be married?</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;On &lt;a href="http://happygirlmusing.blogspot.com/2010/02/law-of-attraction-to-get-you-married.html"&gt;Dating Advice (Almost) Daily&lt;/a&gt;, Terry responds to a reader who really wants to get married:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just because you're attracting men who are willing to do everything with you except make it legal doesn't mean all men reject the idea of marriage (not by a long shot). The next time someone refuses to marry you but suggests you bear his children, just say, "No, thank you. I want to get married, and I'm going to hold out for a man who wants to get married and spend the rest of his life with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, picture yourself being married, not to some clown who asked you to give birth to his children, but to a man who treasures you and makes your happiness a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would this marriage look like? Feel like? Taste like? Sound like? Smell like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now, I have no problem with the Law of Attraction [my personal M.O. for life includes thinking a LOT about what I do and don't want so if the things I want then happen, who am I to say that it wasn't the 'Law of Attraction' at work?]. But I keep wondering: if that woman actually sits down and tries to picture herself married, does that picture really look different than a committed, lifetime relationship that &lt;i&gt;isn't&lt;/i&gt; called 'marriage'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a trivial question - it's one I've been asking myself a lot. I have always said that I really don't care about being &lt;i&gt;married&lt;/i&gt;, largely because I know a heck of a lot of couples who are in lifetime relationships but who aren't legally married (interestingly, all straight couples). What I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; care about is being with someone who is committed to me and our relationship, and by that, I mean someone who fully expects to spend his life with me and is willing to do the work necessary to make sure we stay happy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, one has to be careful what one asks for (btw, this should be in huge letters on the front of books about the Law of Attraction!). My relationship with J is pretty much exactly what I'm always said I wanted, right down to the fact that he does not want to get married. It's not a commitment thing - he says he is committed to us, wants to grow old with me, and I believe him. For him, it's a political thing - he's super-libertarian and he doesn't think the government has any business being involved in marriage in any way. He actually has no problem with a wedding (which is good, because I want one, but that's the subject of another post) or being married by a minister, if I were religious (which I'm not), but I don't think we will ever be married in the eyes of the State. And I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; I'm OK with that. But once in a while, I'm not sure. And then I start wondering why I'm not sure (did I mention I think a LOT about what I want?) - how would being married be any different than not being married? Am I just reacting to society's expectations? And let me be clear that by 'society', I do mean the nebulous world 'out there' since there isn't a single person who I care about personally that would ever ask me "why aren't you and J married yet?" or the equivalent. But it's hard to fight the subtle matrimania that seeps into every aspect of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will surely be a theme I return to a lot, especially with some big weddings coming up this spring. As always, I welcome your thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=e76b9db5-56aa-89b8-b562-d3ed16cb3a76" alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-2748039449088600975?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/reYOzmHO_G4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/2748039449088600975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=2748039449088600975" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/2748039449088600975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/2748039449088600975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/reYOzmHO_G4/what-does-it-mean-to-be-married.html" title="What does it mean to be married?" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-does-it-mean-to-be-married.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04MRXo-cCp7ImA9WxBVFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-1661552715010155590</id><published>2010-02-17T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:06:24.458-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-17T20:06:24.458-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="giving thanks" /><title>A few things I think are awesome...</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I recently discovered the blog &lt;a href='http://1000awesomethings.com/'&gt;1000 Awesome Things&lt;/a&gt; and it is, well, awesome. I can't necessarily relate to every single thing but there are a couple that really, truly can only be described as awesome (two of my favorites: &lt;a href='http://1000awesomethings.com/2009/07/27/714-changing-the-channel-during-a-commercial-break-and-then-flipping-back-just-as-the-shows-coming-back-on/'&gt;#714 Changing the channel during a commercial break and then flipping back just as the show's coming back on&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href='http://1000awesomethings.com/2008/07/10/986-when-you-pull-up-to-a-red-light-and-the-guy-in-front-of-you-nudges-up-a-bit-so-you-can-make-a-right-turn/'&gt;#986 When you pull up to a red light and the guy in front of you nudges up a bit so you can make a right turn&lt;/a&gt;). Anyway, there were a couple things that happened this week that made me want to add these to the list:&lt;br/&gt;- Craigslist. I've used &lt;a href='http://sandiego.craigslist.org/'&gt;Craigslist&lt;/a&gt; a bunch of times to get rid of random stuff - it's really amazing what people will take off your hands if you list it under free stuff. But this week takes the cake because someone just came and picked up a couple sets of vertical blinds that I took out of a room I'm remodeling. What's particularly amazing to me is that one of those was 91.5 inches wide. I don't know if the guy &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; has a window that size, or he figures it's close enough (or he doesn't realize it can't be shortened) but I just have to say, I'm psyched that I didn't have to figure out how to put that thing in my garbage can.&lt;br/&gt;- &lt;a href='http://www.ebay.com/'&gt;Ebay&lt;/a&gt;. I've never really been a huge eBay person but I got it in my head that I want a &lt;a href='http://www.nintendo.com/wii'&gt;Wii&lt;/a&gt; (long story there) and I swear, every single store in San Diego that might possibly carry them is sold out. But I went on eBay and not only was I able to buy one but the total cost for the package I bought (with an extra controller and games) was cheaper than if I'd bought it at Best Buy, Fry's or any of the other places I looked. Yeah, I have to wait a week to get it but that's still sooner that I could have gotten it otherwise.&lt;br/&gt;- &lt;a href='http://www.southwest.com/'&gt;Southwest&lt;/a&gt;. I know that some people hate Southwest's cattle call boarding but since they started their numeric &lt;a href='http://www.southwest.com/help/boardingschool/index.html'&gt;boarding system&lt;/a&gt;, I love it. I set an alarm on my phone to remind me when it's 24 hours before my flight and then I check in online so I've never &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; been in the A group. But the best thing is that unlike every other airline I've ever flown, Southwest doesn't charge you anything to change or even cancel your flight (other than any difference in fare). If you cancel, they don't refund your money (you get a credit toward a future flight) but they don't charge you $100 &lt;i&gt;extra&lt;/i&gt; either. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What awesome things have you encountered lately?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=80ca4d1a-a314-87b4-a433-245695b83526' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-1661552715010155590?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/VPliM-1cWZU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/1661552715010155590/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=1661552715010155590" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/1661552715010155590?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/1661552715010155590?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/VPliM-1cWZU/few-things-i-think-are-awesome.html" title="A few things I think are awesome..." /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2010/02/few-things-i-think-are-awesome.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMBRX4-eSp7ImA9WxBVEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-6936943651361095967</id><published>2010-02-14T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:14:14.051-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-14T12:14:14.051-08:00</app:edited><title>Happy Quirkyalone Day!</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I've &lt;a href='http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/02/news-flash-i-dont-hate-valentines-day.html'&gt;said before&lt;/a&gt; that I love Valentine's Day - basically, I love any day that gives me an excuse to eat chocolate and candy without guilt! Ironically, I think I like it more when single than when coupled. When I was single, I could just eat my candy, send silly cards to friends and enjoy feelin' the love. As part of a couple, Valentine's Day seems to create all kinds of weird expectations. J and I both think it's no big deal but somehow, even if we agree on that, not acknowledging the day at all seems weird.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But rather than spend even more energy feeling weird about it, I thought I'd go in a different direction and remind everyone that today is also &lt;a href='http://organdonor.gov/get_involved/nationaldonorday.htm'&gt;National Donor Day&lt;/a&gt;. According to the OrganDonor website:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As of February 1, 2010, there were 105,525 people waiting for an organ for transplant.&lt;br/&gt;                          &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Approximately 35,000 children and adults in our                             country have life-threatening blood diseases that                             could be treated by a marrow/blood stem cell or cord                             blood transplant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every two seconds someone in America needs blood,                             more than 39,000 units each day, according to the                             American Red Cross. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If you go to &lt;a href='http://organdonor.gov/get_involved/nationaldonorday.htm'&gt;their website&lt;/a&gt;, you can get lots of information about how and where to donate organs, blood, blood marrow or stem cells. Show some love!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=1596b31c-727d-8c42-abe8-ae75607500d8' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-6936943651361095967?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/V2WW5bx-Gyo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/6936943651361095967/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=6936943651361095967" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/6936943651361095967?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/6936943651361095967?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/V2WW5bx-Gyo/happy-quirkyalone-day.html" title="Happy Quirkyalone Day!" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-quirkyalone-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ACQ3s8cSp7ImA9WxBVEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-8552206131771378677</id><published>2010-02-13T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:56:02.579-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-13T14:56:02.579-08:00</app:edited><title>A new start</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;When I first started this blog, I thought it would be a place where I would share random thoughts about life and the world, but I particularly wanted to focus on my life as a happily-single thirty-something woman, since that is a perspective that I think could stand to be heard more in this society. The only problem is that ever since I went from being happily-single to happily-coupled, I've felt somewhat conflicted about writing here. I know I've been hesitant to write about certain things connected to my relationship because it feels sort of like a 'betrayal' of my single self, like the fact that I'm happy now somehow diminishes how happy I was then. Actually, to be more accurate, what bugs me is the idea that &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; people might think that.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But I've decided that I need to just get over myself. I'm still me, and I think I still have an interesting perspective to share, partly &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; I've gone from being a Quirkyalone to being part of a couple that is most definitely Quirkytogether. I want to tell people about my relationship &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; I was happily single and this relationship wouldn't be what it is if I hadn't been. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I'm hoping to get back to what I had originally wanted, to simply write about whatever strikes me - a &lt;a href='http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2008/05/quirkyeconomist.html'&gt;quirkyeconomist&lt;/a&gt; - as worth writing about. I certainly hope that whatever that is will be interesting to other people. I also wanted to warn anyone who has been following this blog for any amount of time that my posts in the future may be even more random and disjointed than in the past but also, hopefully, more regular...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=d8486423-220c-8a27-8f68-9c376936323c' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-8552206131771378677?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/bnPyxCjKdjc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/8552206131771378677/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=8552206131771378677" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/8552206131771378677?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/8552206131771378677?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/bnPyxCjKdjc/new-start.html" title="A new start" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-start.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0INSHw_cCp7ImA9WxBQF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-4752060109061683565</id><published>2010-01-17T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:13:19.248-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-17T21:13:19.248-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being political" /><title>Letter from Satan</title><content type="html">By now, most people have probably heard about Pat Robertson's stupid-ass comments about the Haitians making a deal with the devil. But a friend just forwarded me a link to what has to be the most awesome &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/opinion/letters/81595442.html?elr=KArks7PYDiaK7DUqEiaDUiD3aPc:_Yyc:aUU"&gt;letter-to-the-editor&lt;/a&gt; ever written - it's from 'Satan', to Pat Robertson, and you just have to go read it. Almost as good was Keith Olbermann's 'Quick Comment' about Robertson's comments (and similarly inane comments by Rush Limbaugh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-PEaWUduCM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-PEaWUduCM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what possesses people to make the kinds of comments that Robertson and Limbaugh have made but I hope that Christians and conservatives everywhere are embarrassed for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-4752060109061683565?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/nwQHlGsZbFM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/4752060109061683565/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=4752060109061683565" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/4752060109061683565?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/4752060109061683565?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/nwQHlGsZbFM/letter-from-satan.html" title="Letter from Satan" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2010/01/letter-from-satan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkECSXw_cCp7ImA9WxBTEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-2205794245207253053</id><published>2009-12-07T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:31:08.248-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-07T10:31:08.248-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music Mondays" /><title>Music Monday: Stay</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Every&lt;/strike&gt; Most Mondays I'm sharing songs from my &lt;a href='http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-monday-who-i-am.html'&gt;Who I Am&lt;/a&gt; playlist. If you have favorite songs that inspire you to live a fabulous life, please feel free to share in the comments!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The other night, my boyfriend asked me why women ever get involved with married guys. We were talking about Tiger Woods but his question wasn't so much about why women are willing to sleep with married celebrities, but why women would get involved with men that they know can't/won't give them what they want. I didn't really know what to tell him, except that a lot of people a) are good at deluding themselves and b) are willing to put up with less than they deserve. I should know; I've definitely been there (though not with someone who was married!). &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So today, I'm cheating a bit with my Music Monday pick (pun intended) - &lt;a href='http://www.sugarlandmusic.com/'&gt;Sugarland&lt;/a&gt;'s Stay isn't actually on my "Who I Am" playlist right now but a couple years ago, I did play it ad nauseum to remind me why I needed to get the hell out of my last relationship. I mentioned in my &lt;a href='http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-monday-dream-big.html'&gt;last&lt;/a&gt; Music Monday post that country songs often tell stories or at least have a clear message. This song also employs a device that I always think is cool - it uses the same phrase in different contexts so that the meaning in the last verse/chorus is different from in the beginning of the song. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;embed type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowscriptaccess='always' allowfullscreen='true' style='width: 400px; height: 326px;' src='http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-1218615494781178901&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true' id='VideoPlayback'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've been sitting here staring at the clock on the wall&lt;br/&gt;And I've been laying here praying, praying she won't call&lt;br/&gt;It's just another call from home&lt;br/&gt;And you'll get it and be gone&lt;br/&gt;And I'll be crying&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I'll be begging you, baby&lt;br/&gt;Beg you not to leave&lt;br/&gt;But I'll be left here waiting&lt;br/&gt;With my Heart on my sleeve&lt;br/&gt;Oh, for the next time we'll be here&lt;br/&gt;Seems like a million years&lt;br/&gt;And I think I'm dying&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What do I have to do to make you see&lt;br/&gt;She can't love you like me?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[chorus] Why don't you stay&lt;br/&gt;I'm down on my knees&lt;br/&gt;I'm so tired of being lonely&lt;br/&gt;Don't I give you what you need&lt;br/&gt;When she calls you to go&lt;br/&gt;There is one thing you should know&lt;br/&gt;We don't have to live this way&lt;br/&gt;Baby, why don't you stay&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You keep telling me, baby&lt;br/&gt;There will come a time&lt;br/&gt;When you will leave her arms&lt;br/&gt;And forever be in mine&lt;br/&gt;But I don't think that's the truth&lt;br/&gt;And I don't like being used and I'm tired of waiting&lt;br/&gt;It's too much pain to have to bear&lt;br/&gt;To love a man you have to share&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[chorus]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can't take it any longer&lt;br/&gt;But my will is getting stronger&lt;br/&gt;And I think I know just what I have to do&lt;br/&gt;I can't waste another minute&lt;br/&gt;After all that I've put in it&lt;br/&gt;I've given you my best&lt;br/&gt;Why does she get the best of you&lt;br/&gt;So next time you find you wanna leave her bed for mine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why don't you stay&lt;br/&gt;I'm up off my knees&lt;br/&gt;I'm so tired of being lonely&lt;br/&gt;You can't give me what I need&lt;br/&gt;When she begs you not to go&lt;br/&gt;There is one thing you should know&lt;br/&gt;I don't have to live this way&lt;br/&gt;Baby, why don't you stay, yeah  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=139a643d-b016-8402-8852-4d3978756ab6' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-2205794245207253053?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/FETai5Fp4Tw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/2205794245207253053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=2205794245207253053" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/2205794245207253053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/2205794245207253053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/FETai5Fp4Tw/music-monday-stay.html" title="Music Monday: Stay" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/12/music-monday-stay.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYEQXo_eCp7ImA9WxNaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-2518777522522765711</id><published>2009-12-01T19:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:55:00.440-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T19:55:00.440-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being single" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being political" /><title>Stuff I liked in the last week...</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zandria lists &lt;a href="http://www.blogher.com/14-things-single-gal-thankful"&gt;14 Things This Single Gal is Thankful For&lt;/a&gt;. My favorite is #5: "I'm thankful not only for the nice people I've met through online dating, and the good experiences I've had, but for the people who have hurt me. I believe without a doubt that getting hurt -- and more importantly, realizing that you can survive, overcome, and prosper -- makes you stronger." I can also really relate to #1: "I'm thankful that I've never felt any pressure to be anything but myself, or rush into something I'm not ready for. I've talked to other people and I know this isn't always the case. My family likes me the way I am." Amen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Few things bug me as much as people who say they support/oppose something because of X, when the REAL reason is Y, but they don't want to actually admit that because Y would sound too mean/politically incorrect/stupid. Like people who say they oppose gay marriage because it will somehow weaken 'traditional' marriage when the reality is that they are just homophobic bigots. So I &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt; that there's a guy who is trying to get a measure on the California ballot that would &lt;a href="http://www.signonsandiego.com/news/2009/nov/30/movement-under-way-in-california-to-ban-divorce/"&gt;ban divorce&lt;/a&gt;. It's called &lt;a href="http://rescuemarriage.org/"&gt;The Marriage Protection Act&lt;/a&gt; and the website's tagline pretty much says it all: Safeguarding marriage from the evils of divorce (also love the posts "&lt;a href="http://rescuemarriage.org/2009/07/04/protecting-our-children/"&gt;It's your responsibility to teach your child about reality - not the state's&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://rescuemarriage.org/2009/07/04/what-does-jesus-teach-about-marriage/"&gt;Jesus still loves you if you get divorced - just not as much as before&lt;/a&gt;").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of sarcasm: Rachel, of Rachel's Musings, cracked me up, taking pity on all her &lt;a href="http://www.rabe.org/ah-those-holidays/"&gt;poor coupled friends&lt;/a&gt; who must be so stressed by the holidays when solitude is so elusive for them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.sex-lies-dating.com/"&gt;Sex, Lies and Dating in the City&lt;/a&gt;'s weekly &lt;a href="http://www.sex-lies-dating.com/category/A+Guy%27s+Story"&gt;Guy's Story&lt;/a&gt;, I discovered Jackie Summer's  blog &lt;a href="http://jackfrombkln.blogspot.com/"&gt;F*cking in Brooklyn: Love as a life or death experience&lt;/a&gt;. I spent more time than I meant to reading all his posts. To give you an idea why I'm hooked, this is from a September post, &lt;a href="http://jackfrombkln.blogspot.com/2009/09/case-against-settling.html"&gt;The Case Against Settling&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The choice to stick together and make it work is a conscious one, and one you can make, in theory, with anyone. No matter how much you love (or barely tolerate) someone, there are going to be challenges you will have to face together.If you are going to go thru all of the problems that marriage brings one way or another, why go thru it with someone you don't absolutely adore? Why not go thru all of that with someone you're crazy about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Being single] also means I have to put up with no one's bullshit but my own. Sure being single sucks sometimes, but at the end of the day, I'd rather be happy alone than unhappy with someone who's not right for me; I've done that. I know I'm risking living alone for the rest of my life. But life IS risk, and it's only the people who are willing to take real chances who get real rewards.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-2518777522522765711?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So every morning, I come downstairs and read the paper at the kitchen table while drinking my coffee, usually with my mom. At home, I read the paper online and I usually just skim the news headlines, only clicking on the full articles that look the most interesting; with the physical paper, I read almost all the sections, including columns and features like Dear Abby (who is really the most incredibly judgmental woman!). I'm not sure why I enjoy it so much but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning, the San Jose Mercury had a &lt;a href="http://www.mercurynews.com/top-stories/ci_13869377?nclick_check=1"&gt;front-page story&lt;/a&gt; about a group of elderly Silicon Valley residents, and how they are embracing 'old age'. Much about their stories is inspiring and certainly makes me feel like I've got no excuse at all to be as much of a sloth as I am. But the main reason I'm sharing this here is because there's one section in particular about how many seniors are 'going it alone':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As much as she has missed her husband since he died, Connolly has fully embraced independent living. "I was always taking care of people," she says. "My husband was the absent-minded professor. There were very few times in my life when I just had to think about me, and now I've gotten used to that and it's kind of nice. I can enjoy doing what I want to do without even considering another person. And I'm fine with that."&lt;p&gt;Her four grown children sometimes are able to show up around the holidays, and sometimes they aren't. "My kids live in four different time zones, and my daughter who lives in San Francisco might as well live in Hawaii because she's so busy," Connolly says. "You can't count on your kids for company or companionship. They have their lives, so I don't depend on them. You need people your own age you can be with."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next time someone asks you why you don't have kids and alludes to kids taking care of you when you're older, show them this! There was also something that made me think about how the happily-single community seems to focus more on women than men:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far, that has not involved pairing off with any of the Saratoga center's male residents, who are in such scarce supply they are prized as companions. "It's harder for single women than single men because we haven't been brought up to be that bold and aggressive," Connolly says. "I've found some very nice women friends here that I can do most things with. I can't go dancing anymore, but you can't do everything."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Connolly actually has plenty of company in her solitude. According to a Census Bureau survey in 2003, three-quarters of the Americans 65 or older and living alone were women. Men, however, seek a significant other. At 85 and older, more than half the men were still living with a spouse — frequently not their first one — while only one-eighth of the women had a husband.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The reality is that even if you're in a great relationship, with a wonderful partner, kids, etc., it's important to be OK with being on your own as well, because you never know what's going to happen and where you'll end up in the future. The only guarantee we really have is that the one person you will ALWAYS have for support is YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-201114239121215704?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you have favorite songs that inspire you to live a fabulous life, please feel free to share in the comments!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that a lot of people don't love country music - up until about ten years ago, I would have counted myself as one of them. But I've always liked folky singer-songwriter types like Lucinda Williams or Shawn Colvin, and a lot of artists labeled 'country' are doing very similar music to them. And over the last several years, there's been a lot of cross-over between country and pop. So now, I listen to a lot of 'country music' and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Sure, there are plenty of corny, twangy songs (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2KmzFABujM"&gt;She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy&lt;/a&gt; comes to mind - yes, that's a real song), but country music tends to be more melodic than other popular genres and there's often very cool harmonies (remember I'm a singer). They also often tell stories or at least have a clear message. So there are a lot of country songs on my iPod. One of my favorites is Dream Big, by &lt;a href="http://www.shupe.net/"&gt;Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband&lt;/a&gt; (I don't really understand the bit at the beginning of the video; the song itself starts at 25 seconds in):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=7163423265979453820&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cry be sure to dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause better days are sure to come&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile be sure to smile wide&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them know that they have won&lt;br /&gt;And when you walk, walk with pride&lt;br /&gt;Don't show the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;Because the pain will soon be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:] And when you dream, dream big&lt;br /&gt;As big as the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you dream it might come true&lt;br /&gt;When you dream, dream big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you laugh be sure to laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it will carry all your cares away&lt;br /&gt;And when you see, see the beauty all around and in yourself&lt;br /&gt;And it'll help you feel okay&lt;br /&gt;And when you pray, pray for strength&lt;br /&gt;To help you carry on&lt;br /&gt;When the troubles come your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you laugh be sure to laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it will carry all your cares away&lt;br /&gt;And when you see, see the beauty all around and in yourself&lt;br /&gt;And it'll help you feel okay&lt;br /&gt;And when you pray, pray for strength&lt;br /&gt;To help you carry on&lt;br /&gt;When the troubles come your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-5244078694026120046?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/Bc4MZ-w9rBY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/2695733157131930334/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=2695733157131930334" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/2695733157131930334?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/2695733157131930334?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/Bc4MZ-w9rBY/stuff-i-liked-this-week.html" title="Stuff I liked this week..." /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/11/stuff-i-liked-this-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMEQHY5cCp7ImA9WxNUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-2423529896783091202</id><published>2009-11-09T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:00:01.828-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T08:00:01.828-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music Mondays" /><title>Music Monday: Express Yourself</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every Monday I'm sharing songs from my &lt;a href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-monday-who-i-am.html"&gt;Who I Am&lt;/a&gt; playlist. If you have favorite songs that inspire you to live a fabulous life, please feel free to share in the comments!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For women, no playlist of empowering songs would be complete without at least one &lt;a href="http://www.madonna.com/"&gt;Madonna&lt;/a&gt; song. My favorite is Express Yourself, from her &lt;a href="http://www.madonna.com/discography/index/album/albumId/4/"&gt;Like a Prayer&lt;/a&gt; album, partly because it includes one of my favorite lyrics ever: "Second best is never enough; You'll do much better baby on your own":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:13328" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=id%3D1588668%26vid%3D13328%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A13328" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." height="319" width="512"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; width: 500px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/madonna/artist.jhtml" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;Madonna&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;New Music&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;More Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on girls&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got something to say about it&lt;br /&gt;And it goes something like this&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for second best baby&lt;br /&gt;Put your love to the test&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know, you've got to&lt;br /&gt;Make him express how he feels&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then you'll know your love is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Or eighteen karat gold&lt;br /&gt;Fancy cars that go very fast&lt;br /&gt;You know they never last, no, no&lt;br /&gt;What you need is a big strong hand&lt;br /&gt;To lift you to your higher ground&lt;br /&gt;Make you feel like a queen on a throne&lt;br /&gt;Make him love you till you can't come down&lt;br /&gt;(You'll never come down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long stem roses are the way to your heart&lt;br /&gt;But he needs to start with your head&lt;br /&gt;Satin sheets are very romantic&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you're not in bed&lt;br /&gt;You deserve the best in life&lt;br /&gt;So if the time isn't right then move on&lt;br /&gt;Second best is never enough&lt;br /&gt;You'll do much better baby on your own&lt;br /&gt;(Baby on your own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express yourself&lt;br /&gt;(You've got to make him)&lt;br /&gt;Express himself&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;So if you want it right now, make him show you how&lt;br /&gt;Express what he's got, oh baby ready or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intermediate:]&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone he might regret it&lt;br /&gt;Think about the love he once had&lt;br /&gt;Try to carry on, but he just won't get it&lt;br /&gt;He'll be back on his knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To express himself&lt;br /&gt;(You've got to make him)&lt;br /&gt;Express himself&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need is a big strong hand&lt;br /&gt;To lift you to your higher ground&lt;br /&gt;Make you feel like a queen on a throne&lt;br /&gt;Make him love you till you can't come down&lt;br /&gt;(You'll never come down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[intermediate]&lt;br /&gt;So please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express yourself&lt;br /&gt;(You've got to make him)&lt;br /&gt;Express himself&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;So if you want it right now, make him show you how&lt;br /&gt;Express what he's got, oh baby ready or not&lt;br /&gt;Express yourself&lt;br /&gt;(You've got to make him)&lt;br /&gt;So you can respect yourself&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;So if you want it right now, then make him show you how&lt;br /&gt;Express what he's got, oh baby ready or not&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=f89929cc-af6e-8c55-82be-9eb7aa5de74e" alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-2423529896783091202?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/FCYi6iK6KwI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/2423529896783091202/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=2423529896783091202" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/2423529896783091202?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/2423529896783091202?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/FCYi6iK6KwI/music-monday-express-yourself.html" title="Music Monday: Express Yourself" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-monday-express-yourself.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8EQnk4fyp7ImA9WxNUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-2775836101048456742</id><published>2009-11-05T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:00:03.737-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T08:00:03.737-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="giving thanks" /><title>Giving Thanks</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;November is one of my favorite months. I'm a big wimp about heat so I'm cranky for a lot of the summer and I usually spend most of September just waiting for the weather to cool off enough that I can wear jeans. Of course, I'm also a big wimp about cold - there's really a pathetically small window of temperatures that I consider comfortable - but at least when it's cold, I can layer on clothes and get all cozy under big blankets, while heat is just, well, hot. Anyway, in San Diego, we don't really get consistently cool weather until at least November. Plus, once Halloween is over, the stores start gearing up for the gift-giving holidays, and I just find it a happier time of year. And of course, November means Thanksgiving. What's not to love about a holiday devoted to food, family and thinking about the things we should be grateful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get in the spirit (and to prod myself into posting more regularly), I decided I don't need to wait for Turkey Day specifically to start giving thanks. So I'm going to try to do at least one post a week where I give thanks for something good in my life. Of course there are the biggies, like my family, friends, health, house, job but I think it's important to also give thanks for the little things that make my life better every day. And I thought it would be appropriate to start this series by giving thanks for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Internet"&gt;the internet&lt;/a&gt;. When I stop and think about how much better and easier my life is because of the internet, it's hard to exaggerate what a huge impact it has. It makes my job easier, it allows me to easily and cheaply keep in touch with friends all over the country (and world), it makes shopping and traveling easier, I could go on and on. I have only a vague notion that it was developed by government researchers and I don't really understand how it works but part of its wonderfulness is that I don't have to. Every time I send an email or google an address or Skype someone, I'm doing something that wasn't possible twenty years ago. And every once in a while, it occurs to me to think, 'How cool is that?!?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you grateful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=7cd920e8-8640-8c52-929e-ac789fcde855" alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-2775836101048456742?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/sk2DBmvXMPc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/6427979692112247900/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=6427979692112247900" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/6427979692112247900?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/6427979692112247900?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/sk2DBmvXMPc/music-monday-who-i-am.html" title="Music Monday: Who I Am" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-monday-who-i-am.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQERHw-eip7ImA9WxNVF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-5070402193943906038</id><published>2009-10-28T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:15:05.252-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T22:15:05.252-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="couplism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my relationship" /><title>Public mushiness</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://singletude.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clever Elsie&lt;/a&gt;'s very thoughtful comment on my &lt;a href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-i-be-sappy-without-being-seen-as.html"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt; got me thinking about public displays of affection. I mentioned that my S.O. is relatively affectionate and I like that. I don't think we ever act inappropriately but I can definitely imagine others thinking we are too mushy. Let me be clear - I absolutely believe there is a line for acceptable behavior and it makes me really uncomfortable to see people totally making out in public (if I had to be totally blunt, I think I'd say that if tongue is involved, that's over the line). But when I see people holding hands, or with their arms around each other, smiling at each other and maybe sneaking a periodic smooch, my personal reaction tends to be, "awwww" (again, sucking face with tongues down each other's throats is a whole different scenario). When I really started thinking about it, it occurred to me that my reaction is not that different from when I see people playing with their dogs. I think it's sweet, it makes me happy to see that tail wagging and the smile on the owner's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when some people object to PDA, they are thinking of the "get a room" type of behavior that makes most sensible people uncomfortable. But there are some people who think &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; PDA is inappropriate and that's what I don't understand. That is, I get that some people are, themselves, not touchy-feely people but what I don't get is the objection to &lt;i&gt;other people&lt;/i&gt; being touchy-feely. To me, it's just a difference in personality - some people are physically demonstrative and others are not. As long as someone isn't being physical with someone who is an unwilling participant, why is this behavior, in itself, a problem? If a particular couple is being affectionate (in an appropriate way), why is that any more objectionable than a puppy running around wagging its tail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll feel differently in a few years (though I've never been particularly bothered by others' PDA). We recently went to dinner with some friends who were celebrating their seven-year anniversary (and they've been together more like thirteen) and as they were walking up to the restaurant (where my S.O. and I were already waiting at the bar), the wife said to her husband, "You can tell they haven't been together that long - they're still holding hands." For the rest of the night, we kind of joked about that but it did make me wonder. Right now, I love that my guy always holds my hand, partly because my previous boyfriends never did and it always bugged me. I've always been a physically demonstrative person and touch is important to me. But I'm sure we'll eventually reach a stage of our relationship where we'll be less affectionate than we are now, and maybe that's why some people think that PDA is a sign of insecurity (as suggested by one of the commenters on the Bella DePaulo &lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/living-single/200910/who-s-the-smuggest-them-all"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; I mentioned last time) - the longer a couple has been together, the less likely they probably are to be affectionate in public. But the same could be said for any physical contact - lots of couples also tend to have sex less frequently the longer they've been together but does that mean that any couple that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; still having a lot of sex is insecure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the main point I wanted to make is simply that for anyone who is bothered by public mushiness, I'm sorry you feel that way but please try to keep in mind that maybe what you're witnessing is simply two people in love. Instead of being offended, just think of it as puppy tails wagging and then ignore us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-5070402193943906038?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/NzN4qo9bRgI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/5070402193943906038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=5070402193943906038" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/5070402193943906038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/5070402193943906038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/NzN4qo9bRgI/public-mushiness.html" title="Public mushiness" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/10/public-mushiness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEEQ308cCp7ImA9WxNVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-2328320594372397529</id><published>2009-10-23T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:00:02.378-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-23T09:00:02.378-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Just for fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title>Friday Fun</title><content type="html">How is it possible that I haven't seen &lt;a href="http://www.fridgedoor.com/whydoihatoge.html"&gt;these magnets&lt;/a&gt; before? I think my favorite is "I had sex with my husband and all I got was this lousy kid" but they are all hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="max-width: 800px;" src="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/fridgedoor_2075_116155989" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-2328320594372397529?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/7sTjwV0PjgM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/2328320594372397529/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=2328320594372397529" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/2328320594372397529?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/2328320594372397529?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/7sTjwV0PjgM/friday-fun.html" title="Friday Fun" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-fun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGSXwyeip7ImA9WxNWGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-1980973403277403807</id><published>2009-10-18T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:55:28.292-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-18T20:55:28.292-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="couplism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="singlism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my relationship" /><title>Can I be sappy without being seen as smug?</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I just got back from an overnight trip to L.A. to visit a close friend who recently moved there with her husband. I drove up with my Significant Other, who my friend was very curious to meet, and we had a really fun evening, with good food, drink and conversation. This morning, the guys watched football while my friend and I took her dog for a walk. Of course, I wanted to get her opinion of my S.O. This is a friend who knows all about my previous, incredibly unhealthy relationships, and she's been hearing about this new guy for a while. What she said this morning was that the guy is great but more than anything else, she has never seen me this happy, that she thinks she heard me laugh more in the previous 24 hours than in the last several months, and that she is really, really happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sharing this because I think that readers of this blog know that when I talk about how happy I am in my current relationship, I do not intend in any way to belittle or diminish those who are NOT in relationships, or to refute anything I have ever said about how important it is to be comfortable with being single. Mostly, when I talk about how happy I am in my current relationship, I do so because this happiness is new, certainly a departure from relationships I have known in the past, and honestly, I'm still kind of incredulous about it. I think that people who care about me will be happy to know that I have found this happiness, as my friend said this morning. But Bella DePaulo has a couple of posts that have me feeling sort of defensive. Her first post was about people who post annoying &lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/living-single/200910/world-s-most-revolting-facebook-status-updates"&gt;Facebook status updates&lt;/a&gt; about their relationships; her &lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/living-single/200910/who-s-the-smuggest-them-all"&gt;follow-up post&lt;/a&gt; talks about how people with these sorts of updates must be insecure (that is, these folks must be insecure or else they wouldn't feel the need to "act" so affectionately in public). What bugs me about that is that lately, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; have been one of those people and I know that my motivation is about as far from what she's saying as you can get. When I post something on Facebook about the amazing weekend I had my guy, I'm not bragging about my relationship; I'm letting my friends know that things are great and I'm happy (I should say that I am only friends on Facebook with people that I am &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; friends with in real life). Without exception, my friends have responded with comments like "You deserve it!" or "I'm so happy for you!" My S.O. also happens to be a really affectionate person, which I love since I did not get ANY public affection in my last relationship (heck, I didn't get much private affection either). I am sure that to other people, we are probably annoyingly affectionate but a) we are still sort of new at this so maybe it will lessen over time and b) if it doesn't, well, I hold his hand and sneak a quick smooch because it makes me silly happy to do so, not because I want others to think anything in particular (and just to be clear, I'm not talking about making out in a restaurant here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that there &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; plenty of people who buy into matrimania and who want everyone to know they are in a relationship because they think that they will be seen as a 'loser' if they aren't, and I get why DePaulo feels they should be mocked. I guess I just wish that DePaulo, and many who commented on her posts, wouldn't sound so much as if everyone with sappy Facebook  updates must fall into that group. DePaulo talks a lot about 'singlism' which she defines as "the stereotyping and stigmatizing of people who are single"; maybe it's just me being &lt;a href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/08/judginess-and-defensiveness.html"&gt;defensive&lt;/a&gt; now that I am part of a couple, but sadly, I feel like the singles community is just as likely to engage in 'couplism'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=3a5ea422-a43b-87a0-9fd4-add0fc07b7ef" alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-1980973403277403807?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/8Km-rkMVPP0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/1980973403277403807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=1980973403277403807" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/1980973403277403807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/1980973403277403807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/8Km-rkMVPP0/can-i-be-sappy-without-being-seen-as.html" title="Can I be sappy without being seen as smug?" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-i-be-sappy-without-being-seen-as.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AFQH8yfSp7ImA9WxNWFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-4564996359751036061</id><published>2009-10-12T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:41:51.195-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-12T19:41:51.195-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="community" /><title>Will you still love me in the ER?</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Jezebel had a &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5379714/relying-on-friends-how-much-is-too-much"&gt;great post&lt;/a&gt; about a story on another site (that honestly, I don't feel like linking to because it's so stupid I don't really want to be a source of any traffic to it) that dealt with a woman who had basically been abandoned by two so-called friends. In a nutshell, the woman thinks she was drugged at a club, ended up in an emergency room, and the friends she had been with at the club almost couldn't be bothered to pick her up from the hospital. The response in the post-I-don't-want-to-link-to was that she shouldn't have expected them to! That sure, you can expect that of a significant other, but not friends (see the Jezebel post for the relevant quotes). WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this, the first thing I thought of was an incident three years ago when one of my best friends got food poisoning and needed to go to the ER because he'd been throwing up for several hours. Ironically (in the context of 'this is only a job for significant others'), his wife was out of town and SHE was the one who called me at 1 in the morning to ask me to take him to the hospital. I have no doubt that if our situations were reversed, either one of them would not hesitate to do the same for me. Would I call my boyfriend first? Probably. But anyone who thinks that being in a relationship is a guarantee that someone will always be there at 1 in the morning so you don't need other friends, is sadly deluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I thought when I read the Jezebel piece was that no one in their right mind would call these people friends but worse, they don't even sound like very decent human beings. Forget boyfriends, best friends, family, or whatever other relationships you might call on first - when push comes to shove, I think a truly decent human being will help another human being in need. OK, maybe I wouldn't call some random stranger to pick me up at the hospital at 1 in the morning, but I can imagine a scenario where every person I would normally call was, for some reason, unavailable and I might call someone much further down on my acquaintance list. Maybe I'm being too pollyanna but I honestly think that most of the people that I associate with in any dimension would be willing to come. They might be bewildered why I was calling &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; and they might not be excited about it but I can't imagine someone flat out saying "No, I just won't." Is that naive? Would &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; help someone out who asked, even if they were not someone you considered a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=cc1b186f-d52d-888a-a336-d3c3c50e5466" alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-4564996359751036061?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/91YNPRqumHU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/4564996359751036061/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=4564996359751036061" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/4564996359751036061?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/4564996359751036061?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/91YNPRqumHU/will-you-still-love-me-in-er.html" title="Will you still love me in the ER?" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-you-still-love-me-in-er.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04ARn8zfyp7ImA9WxNXEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-3156973933708003893</id><published>2009-09-29T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:45:47.187-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-29T21:45:47.187-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being single" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my relationship" /><title>Compromising is rational</title><content type="html">I'm growing my hair out. I've gone back and forth on my hair length a million times and usually what happens is that I start trying to grow it out and then I get so annoyed with it that I decide to just cut it all off (for any readers who don't really understand what I'm talking about: long hair is great if it's long enough to pull up, out of my face and off my neck, but there's always an in-between stage where your hair is long enough to get in the way but too short to put up - that's the point where I usually get impatient and just cut it off). But this time, I'm trying to stick it out and put up with the in-between stage. Why? Because my boyfriend likes long hair (by the way, what is up with guys and long hair?). But the other night, when I made some comment about growing out my hair, my boyfriend said, "Are you doing that because I said I think you'd look good with longer hair?" and my instant, knee-jerk reaction was to say, "No, of course not!" I mean, god forbid I do something for him that I wouldn't choose to do on my own, right? Of course, growing out my hair is a pretty minor thing but it's slippery slope - today, it's my hair; tomorrow, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm particularly sensitive about this because in past relationships, I have often suppressed my own needs, trying to be whatever I thought would make the guy like me more. And in a lot of cases, I would convince myself that whatever it was I was doing, I was doing just as much for me as for him (case in point: I actually DID enjoy hiking several miles every weekend but the fact that I haven't done it a single time since Mr. Outdoors Guy moved away tells me something about my real motivation). But over the last several years, being single has allowed me to do exactly what I want to do without worrying about anyone else's opinion or feelings and this allowed me to discover what I truly want/like/need, in a way that I know I couldn't really figure out while in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my knee-jerk reaction to my boyfriend's comment about my hair got me thinking about compromises. One of the core principles of economics is that rational people make decisions by comparing costs and benefits - if the benefits outweigh the costs, then you do it; if the benefits are less than the costs, then you don't. That may sound incredibly obvious but I have often found it a powerful aide in making sense of other people's behavior. If someone does something that I don't understand, I ask myself what benefit could they be getting from that action, or is it that they do not perceive the costs in the same way I do? Usually, this helps me get to a place where, even if I don't agree with the choice, I can at least understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, I also tend to apply cost-benefit analysis in my own life, sometimes in ways that I'm sure seem strange to other people. And while it may not sound very romantic, I've found that thinking about my relationship in terms of costs and benefits can be helpful. Like the costs and benefits of cutting my hair - in the past, I've always gotten to a point where the costs of dealing with it outweighed the benefits and so I cut it off. But now, although the costs are basically the same, there is an added benefit, i.e., my boyfriend thinking I look good. And that's enough to tip the scale toward continuing to grow it out. The totally geeky, economist way to put it is that we have interdependent utility functions - his happiness contributes to my happiness  and vice versa. I think the trick to not going overboard, to not compromising so much that I feel like I'm &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; doing something because of him, is having a rock-solid understanding of what MY costs and benefits really are before I start factoring him in. So yeah, I guess you could say that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; growing out my hair "because of him" but that doesn't mean I've suddenly become a spineless, irrational ninny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-3156973933708003893?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Something I've noticed over the past year and am still coming to terms with is that many people who ask questions like this aren't aware that they're offensive or--hello?--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;.  Sometimes they imagine you must be upset about your singleness (usually because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; would be if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;were single) and want to encourage you or help in some way. Other times, they may be genuinely curious. They may even just be making small talk and don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean it's okay for them to ask why you're single? If it's not okay with you, of course not. But if they're not asking with intent to hurt or irritate, then they're asking out of ignorance, and the best way to combat ignorance is with knowledge--in this case, your firsthand knowledge of being single... As much as you might relish firing back with a real zinger, a candid explanation...could help a singlist person (i.e., someone who has a bias against singles or being single) open his or her mind and understand how "single" can be a good choice, not an unfortunate mistake. It might also help them realize how a question like "Why are you single?" can deeply affect someone. On the other hand, a sarcastic comeback could put them on the defensive or make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; seem defensive, reinforcing their unfavorable attitudes about singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her point about people asking out of ignorance made me think about the questions I sometimes get as an Asian-American (for example, 'what are you' or 'where are you from' when the real question they mean to ask is 'what is your racial/ethnic background' ). The person asking usually has no idea how offensive their question is, or that the question itself is rooted in racist assumptions, and every time it happens, I have to consciously remind myself that they probably don't mean to be rude and I should think of it as an opportunity to educate them. At the same time, I have to admit that a big part of me is annoyed that I even have to go through that thought process. That is, why is it my job to educate them, to choose my words carefully so I don't directly suggest that they are racist? Of course I know that the alternative (i.e., saying what is &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; going through my mind) would be totally unproductive, but it would also be so much &lt;i&gt;easier&lt;/i&gt; (well, for me at least). Along similar lines, when I encounter singlist attitudes, I generally try to find a diplomatic way to reply but sometimes I think having to make that effort is, in itself, annoying. Fortunately, it doesn't happen to me &lt;a href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-it-genetic.html"&gt;all that often&lt;/a&gt;. It would be nice to think that we will eventually reach a point where this educating process won't be necessary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-5927407712898261349?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/dYl-6iz0_R8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/5927407712898261349/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=5927407712898261349" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/5927407712898261349?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/5927407712898261349?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/dYl-6iz0_R8/reining-in-defensiveness.html" title="Reining in defensiveness" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/09/reining-in-defensiveness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUEQnw9cCp7ImA9WxNSFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-2485461146573399601</id><published>2009-08-29T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:10:03.268-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-29T14:10:03.268-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the Examined Life" /><title>Judginess and defensiveness</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I used to be incredibly judgmental. Anyone who has met me in the last few years might be surprised to hear that (at least I hope they would be!) but there was definitely a time when I had very strong opinions about the way people "should be", and I wasn't very subtle about letting people know those opinions. I was also incredibly defensive - if I detected the slightest hint that someone thought I might be wrong, I'd get all bent out of shape. It wasn't until I had been in therapy for a while that I began to realize how my judginess and defensiveness were related to each other, and to my low self-esteem. The way I'd describe it is that since I was judging everyone else, I assumed everyone else was judging me, and since I had somewhat shaky self-esteem, I took others' judgment personally (hence the defensiveness), and that often led me to be even more judgy  - you know, thinking along the lines of "You think I'm being too sensitive? Well,  that's just because YOU'RE insensitive, and stupid". A fun little immature vicious circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I became more comfortable with myself, I found that I was less defensive, and  less judgmental - my thinking evolved more into "You think I'm being too sensitive? Why do you think that? Hmmm, no, I don't really agree with that. Well, OK, whatever". There's a bit of a chicken-egg thing here, in that I don't know if my increased self-confidence made me less defensive and therefore less judgmental of others, or if I mellowed out and stopped being so judgmental so I stopped perceiving that others were judging me. But the end result is that today, I'm WAY less judgmental. That doesn't mean I don't still have strong opinions about some things, but I have a much stronger 'live and let live' attitude (and I like to think I've also learned how to express myself more kindly). I've also become, for lack of a better way to put it, much more of an economist, and what I mean by that is that economists study choices but we try to do it in an objective way, identifying the costs and benefits of all the options. As I tell my students, if someone makes a different choice than the choice you would make, it just means that they value the costs and benefits of that choice differently than you do. Rather than thinking about their choice as 'wrong', it's far more productive to try to understand &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; they value those costs and benefits differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the real point of this post. I think because of my own history, I am acutely aware of it when I hear other people being judgmental. And whether I agree with their opinion or not (though admittedly, more so when I don't), I don't like it and it sort of makes me want to avoid those people. And to be perfectly honest, that is one of the reasons I haven't posted anything on this blog in the last couple of months. Because although I still consider myself very much a &lt;a href="http://quirkyalone.net/"&gt;quirkyalone&lt;/a&gt;, I am now also in a capital-R Relationship. And I am happy - incredibly, sappily, didn't-know-relationships-could-be-like-this happy. And in the context of this blog, where I have talked a lot about being happily single, and that I know is read by at least a few in the 'happily single' community, I feel a little guilty about being so happy in my Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that over the last few months, I feel like I keep encountering a bizarrely judgmental attitude from those in the single community where anything that suggests coupledom might have some benefits, or singledom might have some costs, is taken as heresy and the writer is suspected of buying into matrimania. It's a very black and white attitude. The clearest example is a recent guest post that &lt;a href="http://www.singlewomenrule.com/2009/08/a-dialogue-what-if-i-was-married/"&gt;Simone Grant wrote for Single Women Rule&lt;/a&gt; about how she sometimes thinks that life would be easier with a significant other around. She wasn't saying life would instantly be perfect if she were coupled, or that she wanted just &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; in her life, but Keysha of SWR felt the need to add her own response to Simone's post, basically suggesting Simone is buying into some relationship myths. Anyone who has read &lt;a href="http://www.sex-lies-dating.com/4364500"&gt;Simone's own blog&lt;/a&gt; (which rocks, btw) should know how  stupid that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bizarre judginess has made me really hesitant to write anything here about my relationship. And I don't think I'm the only one feeling this way - in June, &lt;a href="http://quirkyalone.net/index.php/2009/06/21/the-truth-about-me-and-quirkyalone-ten-years-later/"&gt;Sasha Cagan&lt;/a&gt;, the original Quirkyalone, wrote a really thoughtful post about how she actually wants a relationship, a post that she felt hesitant to even write; over at The Unmarried Estate, &lt;a href="http://unmarriedestate.wordpress.com/2009/07/13/an-unlikely-bride/"&gt;Therese&lt;/a&gt; writes about her decision to get married and says, "I can’t help feeling guilty – like I am betraying the Unmarried Rights community or the feminist community or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel this guilt too,  I've avoided this blog. But the more I've thought about it, the more annoyed I've gotten that I feel this way. So I'm back. I know I'll be returning to this topic - and I know that I will be choosing my words super-carefully whenever I talk about my relationship - but the bottom line is that even though I'm now a quirky&lt;i&gt;together&lt;/i&gt;, I don't think what I have to say has really changed, since  I've always thought about this blog as being  about people having  the right to be happy being whatever they want to be. I'm not going to promise to post super-often or all that regularly (because I always get myself in trouble with promises like that), but I'm not going to avoid posting either. Go ahead and judge me, if it makes you happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=38c3500e-82bc-855b-9c6e-98eba211ed9c" alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-2485461146573399601?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/o2ifyFMPvAM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/2485461146573399601/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=2485461146573399601" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/2485461146573399601?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/2485461146573399601?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/o2ifyFMPvAM/judginess-and-defensiveness.html" title="Judginess and defensiveness" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/08/judginess-and-defensiveness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYNRXYyfip7ImA9WxNSE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-3301664857960563538</id><published>2009-08-26T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:53:14.896-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-26T15:53:14.896-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being political" /><title>Mourning Ted Kennedy</title><content type="html">Is it just me or has it been a bizarre summer for celebrity deaths? Some major personalities have  left us this summer - Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, John Hughes (or maybe it just feels like a lot because I'm a child of the 80's?). But none of those hit me like the death of Ted Kennedy. I simply can't imagine a world without Ted Kennedy in the Senate. What's kind of weird to me about that is that it's not like I've ever followed Kennedy's career all that closely. Of course, I didn't really have to, when his name was simply always around, attached to some of the biggest and most influential pieces of legislation of my lifetime (and especially since I do work in education policy). And of course, he IS a Kennedy. But I think the reason I'm particularly affected by his passing was summed up best by &lt;a href="http://robertreich.blogspot.com/2009/08/ted-kennedy.html"&gt;Robert Reich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;America has had a few precious individuals who are both passionate about social justice and also understand deep in their bones its practical meaning. And we have had a few who possess great political shrewdness and can make the clunky machinery of democratic governance actually work. But I have known but one person who combined all these traits and abilities. His passing is an inestimable loss.&lt;/blockquote&gt;btw, I thought it was particularly fitting (or perhaps, ironic) that today is the anniversary of the day that the 19th Amendment was passed, giving women the right to vote (hat tip to &lt;a href="http://mixedraceamerica.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebrating-89-years-of-voting.html"&gt;Mixed Race America&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-3301664857960563538?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Her answer is 'probably not', and I think that might have been my answer as well when I was in my 20's. As I got older, my view started to change. It's partly that I think how a man approaches his responsibilities as a father can tell you a lot about him as a person (and potential partner). But it's also that as I became more and more sure that I don't want kids of my own, the idea of dating someone with kids actually became more appealing. That might sound odd but the way I see it, dating someone who already has kids means a) it's less likely to be a big deal that I don't want kids myself and b) I get some of the perks of having kids around without any of the responsibility. Still, if you had asked me a year ago, I would have said that, all else equal, I'd probably prefer to date someone without kids because it just seems like kids make things more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm dating someone who has joint custody of his 15-year-old daughter, meaning that she lives with him half the week (the mother lives across town and they are very good friends). I have to admit, when we first met, this freaked me out for numerous reasons. A teenager? Half the week when I basically don't get to see him (and that includes Friday and Saturday nights)? An ex who not only is very much around but who is a good friend and whose extended family is basically HIS family? Let's just say that this has not been the smoothest ride. But he's an amazing father and to me, his dedication to his daughter speaks volumes about him. It's also reflected in the fact that his daughter is a really great kid so there's been no drama - as far as I can tell, she's completely secure in her dad's love for her so I think she knows there's no reason to resent me. I haven't met the ex-wife yet but we've had many conversations about her and he's always so honest and upfront about their relationship that I'm feeling OK about that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main point I wanted to make is that, as someone who had a pretty full life before I met this guy, I've found that dating a dad (at least one who has joint custody) has one huge benefit that I never considered before: I get a lot of space. As one of my friends put it, it's kind of like having a long-distance relationship without the expense of plane tickets! It's not that I never see him during the time he has his daughter, but I'm definitely not spending 24-7 with him. I realize that for a lot of women, this would be a cost but for me, it's definitely a benefit. The thing is, I know that if a guy actually wanted to spend 24-7 with me, I'd probably be turned off by that; at the same time, if a guy &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; want to spend 24-7 with me, I would probably feel insecure and rejected (hey, I have never said I'm not neurotic!). But with this relationship, I get to feel like he &lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt; to spend more time with me but can't, for reasons that have nothing to do with how he feels about me, so I get the space I need without feeling insecure about it (admittedly, it also helps that he is awesome about checking in with me on the days that I don't see him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find particularly interesting is that if it were up to me, I'd spend more time with him than I currently do even though I know that would be bad for me in the long run. In past relationships, I've tended to 'lose myself' a bit; in this relationship, I'm basically forced not to, and I'm glad. I wish I could say I was strong enough not to need the forcing, that even if he were available, I would make sure to carve out time for myself and to maintain all my other important friendships, but I'm honestly not sure what I would do. So it will be interesting to see what happens as his daughter grows up - she is starting to be more independent (she'll have her driver's license by the end of the year) and he'll have more time to spend with me. Hopefully, I'll be smart enough not to lose this balance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-5245577053961142150?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~4/b_y7u-gE0E4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/feeds/5245577053961142150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4189996225963309854&amp;postID=5245577053961142150" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/5245577053961142150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4189996225963309854/posts/default/5245577053961142150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Quirkyeconomist/~3/b_y7u-gE0E4/dating-father.html" title="Dating a father" /><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342077835649746639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com/2009/06/dating-father.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHQnczfip7ImA9WxJQE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189996225963309854.post-1785613873421965035</id><published>2009-05-25T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:32:13.986-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-25T20:32:13.986-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being single" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feminism" /><title>Who pays?</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I go out with couple friends all the time since my best friends in San Diego are all couples (and by that I mean I am equally good friends with both people). Usually, it's just me and the couple and when the check comes, I pay my share and the guy pays the share for the couple (most of the time, we just figure out what 1/3 of the total is and I pay that). I'm not making any editorial comment about the fact that the guy usually pays, I'm just stating what happens - when people are married, I sort of assume the money is basically coming from the same pot so it doesn't really matter who pays but my impression is that most couples follow the social convention of the man paying. Sometimes someone will pick up the tab for all of us (either me paying for the couple, or them paying for me), especially if it's just drinks. I've never really thought much about the dynamics of paying for stuff in these situations, since when I'm with any of these couples, I feel like we're just three friends hanging out together and the fact that they are a couple is sort of irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a few months ago, I went out to dinner with two couples. I'm friends with both the women and friendly enough with the husbands that it made sense for them to be there (but unlike my San Diego couple friends, I am definitely friends with the women and the guys are 'just' their husbands). These two couples live in the same town and hang out often as a foursome; I was visiting from out of town. When the check came after dinner, the two guys pulled out their wallets and were discussing the check, and I pulled out my wallet and asked what I owed. What struck me was how aware I suddenly was that I was the odd person out. I'm not sure if it was because there were now &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; women sitting there, each letting her guy take care of the check for her, or because splitting a check five ways is more confusing than splitting it three ways so one of the guys was actually looking at the specific items to figure out what I owed, or simply because I'm not really friends with the two guys I was having the money discussion with. But whatever the reason, it felt odd. And it felt even odder when we then went to a nearby bar and while my two female friends grabbed a table, I went to the bar with the two husbands to get drinks - that is, I got a drink for myself and each of the guys got a drink for himself and his wife. This time, I knew exactly what was odd - with my friends at home, one person would have just bought drinks for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about this now because this weekend my significant other* and I went on a double date with a friend of his and that friend's wife. Before dinner, my guy bought a round of drinks for everyone; when the dinner check came, my guy and his friend dealt with it; then we went to a club and his friend bought a round for everyone. When it came time to buy another round, I was going to pay but the friend beat me to it. It wasn't a big deal - it was loud in the club, he was closer to the server who brought the drinks and I think he didn't realize I was trying to pay until he had already given money to the server. But the whole evening got me thinking about how the dynamics of paying for stuff is different when you're part of a couple versus when you're single. When it's just me and my guy, he pays a lot of the time; I also pick up the check quite often but when we went out this weekend, I felt like it would have seemed weird if I had tried to pay for my own dinner. But what if we had been out with a single friend, instead of a married couple? In that case, I'm pretty sure I would feel just as weird if I &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; pay for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I really have a point about all this, it's just something I've been thinking about. I've had many conversations with people about paying on a first date (and Zandria has a &lt;a href="http://www.blogher.com/who-should-pay-date"&gt;recent Blogher post&lt;/a&gt; that pretty much sums up how I feel about that issue) but I haven't talked with too many people about the dynamics of paying for things once you're in a steady relationship, or when you are out with other people. So I'm curious, for any single readers: when you go out with couples, does paying the bill ever seem awkward? For coupled readers: who pays, and does it matter if you're out with other couples or singles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We've been dating for almost four months but I'm still having issues with using the word 'boyfriend' so I don't really know what to call him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4189996225963309854-1785613873421965035?l=quirkyeconomist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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