[m4w] nurture this
Feb. 26th, 2004 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhia
and make sure you're not just some workaholic doing the minimum level of nurture to avoid immediate burn-out (since this won't prevent long term damage.)
Accept that what qualifies as nurture varies throughout you own life's changing circumstances.
One of the few places where even the toughest women crack and allow themselves nurture is for PMS.
It would be... well not great so much as useful for planning purposes... if I had PMS that was more than telling myself it's ok to cave to my desire for a dinner of cookie dough, soda, and the Red Bliss Parmesean and Roasted Garlic Potato Chips.
(My current favorite "Bad Breath in a Bag". A term Uz coined in College to describe the Cool Ranch Doritos he always brought to gaming. Yes, when they came out with Cooler Ranch we called it "Worse Breath in a Bag". The red bliss is significantly more potent. Even using minty toothpaste a few hours later can be really unpleasant, but that much more necessary. And I still woke up with garlic breath!)
Since I crave such crap food all the time, what distinguishes this as PMS is my near lack of guilt about it, because, "If I am PMS’ing, then such is acceptable. Hmmm... I should check a calendar." I justified the chips as a celebration of the historic moment of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prog watching Real Genius for the first time (BTW: She's based on liralen).
Hence, I didn't dig out my calendar so I could guitlessly pursue my cookie dough plot. (I also figured that there's still be a few bags of chocolate left from a week ago. I had no idea just how bad Prog's refrigerator rodent problem really was. "The mice" eventually ate even the Special Darks. *mope* Although there were some mints left, which didn't counteract the Red Bliss Effect as much as I'd hoped.)
Once home, I became sufficiently engrossed in The Book that I forgot to binge.
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Women's Wit is Betty Friedan, but, I'm not in the mood to Cry Patriarchy and let slip the Dogs of Blindered Feminism.
Close to Home shows a woman taking a bath, sipping wine and reading a bedtime story to her kid via a reversed baby monitor. [m4w] lady would probably frown on such multi-tasked nurturing.
Accept that what qualifies as nurture varies throughout you own life's changing circumstances.
One of the few places where even the toughest women crack and allow themselves nurture is for PMS.
It would be... well not great so much as useful for planning purposes... if I had PMS that was more than telling myself it's ok to cave to my desire for a dinner of cookie dough, soda, and the Red Bliss Parmesean and Roasted Garlic Potato Chips.
(My current favorite "Bad Breath in a Bag". A term Uz coined in College to describe the Cool Ranch Doritos he always brought to gaming. Yes, when they came out with Cooler Ranch we called it "Worse Breath in a Bag". The red bliss is significantly more potent. Even using minty toothpaste a few hours later can be really unpleasant, but that much more necessary. And I still woke up with garlic breath!)
Since I crave such crap food all the time, what distinguishes this as PMS is my near lack of guilt about it, because, "If I am PMS’ing, then such is acceptable. Hmmm... I should check a calendar." I justified the chips as a celebration of the historic moment of
prog watching Real Genius for the first time (BTW: She's based on liralen). Hence, I didn't dig out my calendar so I could guitlessly pursue my cookie dough plot. (I also figured that there's still be a few bags of chocolate left from a week ago. I had no idea just how bad Prog's refrigerator rodent problem really was. "The mice" eventually ate even the Special Darks. *mope* Although there were some mints left, which didn't counteract the Red Bliss Effect as much as I'd hoped.)
Once home, I became sufficiently engrossed in The Book that I forgot to binge.
::
Women's Wit is Betty Friedan, but, I'm not in the mood to Cry Patriarchy and let slip the Dogs of Blindered Feminism.
Close to Home shows a woman taking a bath, sipping wine and reading a bedtime story to her kid via a reversed baby monitor. [m4w] lady would probably frown on such multi-tasked nurturing.
