Caol Ila
Well-Known Member
I've given up on reading real news, because f*ck all of it.
But this is serious and important stuff. https://slate.com/human-interest/20...prudence-relationships.html?via=Dear_Prudence (if the paywall blocks you, it works fine if you open a private browsing window)
Slate's response is clearly wrong. The appropriate responses are as follows: (1) Suck it up, buttercup. If you did not understand the depth of equine addiction when you first got together with your wife, you do now. Replace the word "horse" with "alcohol" or "heroin," and you will begin grasping the nature of what your wife is experiencing. It's nothing like your feelings about Man United, or an angle grinder. And there are no twelve-step programs for this. But lucky you, there is option 2.
(2) Tell your wife that if she reduces some of the horse paraphernalia in your house, you will buy her a real horse. Think of it as a methadone clinic, but stronger and more dangerous and even more addictive. Your house will smell horsey, and mud and hay will get everywhere, and she will talk about it all the time. Hope you don't have a nice car, because it won't be anymore. But when she isn't crying or drinking heavily over vet bills, she will be so happy and fulfilled that she will no longer need to cover the walls with pictures of horses. You won't feel like you're living in a college dorm, and won't be feeling like she has to pour all of her horse-obsessed energy into home decorating because trust me, a real horse will suck that energy (and money) into an equine-shaped black hole. Everyone's problems are solved.
But this is serious and important stuff. https://slate.com/human-interest/20...prudence-relationships.html?via=Dear_Prudence (if the paywall blocks you, it works fine if you open a private browsing window)
Slate's response is clearly wrong. The appropriate responses are as follows: (1) Suck it up, buttercup. If you did not understand the depth of equine addiction when you first got together with your wife, you do now. Replace the word "horse" with "alcohol" or "heroin," and you will begin grasping the nature of what your wife is experiencing. It's nothing like your feelings about Man United, or an angle grinder. And there are no twelve-step programs for this. But lucky you, there is option 2.
(2) Tell your wife that if she reduces some of the horse paraphernalia in your house, you will buy her a real horse. Think of it as a methadone clinic, but stronger and more dangerous and even more addictive. Your house will smell horsey, and mud and hay will get everywhere, and she will talk about it all the time. Hope you don't have a nice car, because it won't be anymore. But when she isn't crying or drinking heavily over vet bills, she will be so happy and fulfilled that she will no longer need to cover the walls with pictures of horses. You won't feel like you're living in a college dorm, and won't be feeling like she has to pour all of her horse-obsessed energy into home decorating because trust me, a real horse will suck that energy (and money) into an equine-shaped black hole. Everyone's problems are solved.
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