by SB Sarah • Thursday, November 27, 2008 at 08:40 AM
I’m thankful for many things, especially for you. For you who send me links to Large Water Butts and disgusting cookbooks and weird Friday Videos and all the man titty I could ever wish for, and for you who come and read every day, perhaps never commenting but always stopping by.
Back when Candy and I started our site, we had four readers: her, me, Hubby, and her friend in Singapore. We never expected that we’d have this incredible growing readership, or the community of stabbingly sharp, smart women who adore romances as much as we do, who argue respectfully yet gleefully embrace our love of ripe cussing, and who make our site better for your presence.
Our site amazes us every day because of you, so thank you. Thank you very, very much for making our site a part of your tour-de-Internet.
by SB Sarah • Thursday, November 27, 2008 at 08:00 AM
It’s true: the secrets to all of humanity’s mysteries are within romance novels. Srsly. Including where your keys are hiding. And your odd socks.
Today’s letter is from Running Hard, who writes:
Recently I joined a gym, got in shape, and have joined a competitive cross coutnry team in my area. My husband is not as attentive to his physical health, and recently was told by our doctor that unless he changes his schedule to make room for exercise, he’ll have major problems soon from high blood pressure to diabetes. I know he needs to work out more. He knows it, too. The problem is, he doesn’t show any interest in doing it, no matter how many times I invite him to join me or ask him to take better care of himself. I’m at a loss as to what to do, and he’s increasingly grumpy and uncommunicative about it. What would you suggest?
Dear Running:
Consider the subtext of your letter: “I know better than he does what’s best for him.” When heroes display this attitude and behave accordingly, we call them alpha heroes and chuck the book at the wall. I’m not saying that if your husband jumps a fence too high you’re going to spank him, but you might want to reconsider how you’re approaching the issue. When heroines display too much alpha tendency, they can kick too much ass to the point that they are entirely unsympathetic and they cut off their noses with their katanas to spite their intriguing faces. Either that, or they alienate everyone around them, including the reader, by being irritating as hell. Confidence is good. Being in shape is good. Kicking ass is good. Presuming you know best because you got all three? Not good.
Examine the situation from your husband’s perspective. In this area, you’ve left him in the dust. Literally. You have an entire aspect of your life that he doesn’t share, and while that’s healthy and normal, you’re also telling him that he ought to join you - when that might mean you leave him in the dust again and again. While most men won’t mind watching the back end of a woman leaving (though they hate to see her go), your husband might be feeling left out, left behind, and just plain low about the entire situation.
So in essence, you’re right. But you might be losing ground in how you go about being right. My advice? Treat him like a hero. I’m not saying your husband is an alpha male to beat all chest pounding alpha males and can’t handle being beaten at anything by a woman let alone his wife, but he might need encouragement and admiration in equal doses, without condescension. Instead of examining the things that he’s not doing, focus on some of the things he is doing, and doing well.
But as for specific exercise, depending on your husband’s personality, he might benefit from a completely different activity that interests him, something solitary like biking or something group-oriented like a sports team. He might not like gyms and cardio machines, and prefer something outside. My point is that his choice has to be all about him - not all about you nagging him or telling him to model his activity on yours.
Furthermore, working out isn’t something that you’re done with. As soon as you finish, you have to do it again the next day, or the day after (much like writing a blog—huh. I have to look up how many calories this burns). So from his perspective, it might be an impossible obstacle. So give him space to figure out what might interest him, and quietly, gently encourage him to do things that might combine activity and tasks he enjoys.
Bottom line: his doctor has told him he needs to work out. You’ve told him the same and you’re doing it yourself. The ball, so to speak, is in his court. You can’t make him work out, or work out for him, and insisting, cajoling, or even delivering ultimatums means you risk emasculating him before he can get to the net.
by SB Sarah • Wednesday, November 26, 2008 at 09:20 AM
It’s that time of year - when lights are on the houses, when the days are shorter, when the long, chilly nights are full of the promise that you get to read sex scenes out loud.
[Thanks to Rebecca, Becca and Phyllis for the links.]
What, bad sex isn’t enough of an eyeball torture for you? How about this one, courtesy of Jackie Kessler‘s blog: author J.F. Lewis was booted from his non-denominational church in Alabama because of his book. According to Mr. Lewis:
...by writing the book, I committed the sins contained within it. They also felt that I’d aimed the novel at young children (which boggles the mind) and that it teaches and encourages the use of vulgar language. Though I disagree wholeheartedly with their decision, I can’t really say they took the action they took in order to be mean… they appear to have been acting out of genuine concern.
Yes, I’m concerned as well, specifically about the ability to discern fiction and creativity from reality. Oy.
Since I’m a veteran of two major religions, three if you count my deep devotion to 85% cocoa dark chocolate (that’s not a euphemism), perhaps it’s time I founded a church. A non denominational church. Or synagogue. Or Syn-urch. Where if you write about violence, fear, atonement, rebirth, celebration, sex, and happily ever after, you’re lauded and celebrated for being creative, since being creative, to my mind, is one of the top 3 ways to affirm we are alive and well. See sex and above re: chocolate for ways #1 and #2.
And seriously, Mr. Lewis, that had to hurt, to be removed from your community like that. My condolences. I hope you find a home of worship and community that’s much more welcoming to you and your creativity.
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OMG, check out the list of other books he’s written. His short story collections are titled Caught, and Spanked, and Mrs. Smith: the boarding school enemas. Does the world need this much IBS?
Dang in my day a lady left the room before she even farted and if a man was in the bathroom with you he better be washing your back or fixing the sink!