Monday, December 22, 2008
Is honesty the best policy?
If your spouse decides (somewhat on a whim) that she needs a change, but she realizes that the real change she's looking for is something drastic like (a) getting liposuction, or (b) leaving the county. So, instead she opts for getting her hair cut...just a little too short. After years and years of straight long beautiful hair, she mentions to her stylist that she needs a change and is thinking about going shorter when suddenly the scissors fly in an instant to her hair and suddenly it's all gone. Now, given the fact that there are so many things that can go wrong in life, a less-than-brilliant hair decision is not something that gets me riled up, unless I've really taken a wrong turn and ended up with layers. That's a decision not easily rectified. Thankfully, I didn't do that, so I'm confident that my latest snafu will grow back in a relatively short period of time (what's 6-8 months in the scheme of life), so I'm willing to deal. And, it's not horrifying. The issue at hand, however, is not how I feel about the hair, it's the reaction I get from my spouse. Is honesty the best policy in this instance? Does it make sense to ignore the hair for two days until I have to bring it up myself and pull the reaction from the depths of despair? Depends upon the spouse, I suppose. Apparently, after four million years of marriage, the best way to handle a change of this magnitude in my situation is to ignore it, wait for it to be brought up, and then "be honest" and reveal the love for the former hair and the hate for the latter. No reason to pretend for even a second that it looks okay in order to protect the feelings of the wife who may be feeling a bit insecure about her decision. No reason to think silently, "wow, that's not a good look, but I'm sure it will grow back and since she does everything around here, takes care of the kid, cooks the meals, cleans the house (mostly), just bought all the Christmas presents, and paid for the house renovation, I think I should just give her some props for the new look and keep my feelings to myself... yeah, that is definitely the best course of action." Hmmmm, wonder what would have happened if that had happened?
Monday, December 15, 2008
Marriage baggage
The beginning stages of a relationship are sort of like a Baggage Claim, don't you think? Both of you arrive at the relationship with all your baggage. In some cases, the baggage isn't a problem, so you pick everything up and bring it home right away. Most of the time, however, you purposely leave a piece behind to ride the baggage carousel until the end of time, or until it inadvertently finds its way home and blows up over dinner one night, whichever comes first. Either way, if you or your partner have too much baggage, you end up paying for it, one way or another.
When you're dating, it's much easier to ignore the baggage or think it's not going to get in the way. Everything else is infinitely more important than a few pieces of baggage...the bliss, the fun dates, the bliss. Sooner or later, someone inevitably comes along to point to the baggage. You know, in case you didn't trip over it yourself. Parents are often the culprits here mostly because they're still living with the baggage they left at the airport and they're just trying to be helpful. Good friends may call attention to a particularly big piece of baggage, but they usually do it in such an innocuous way that you sometimes miss the point and continue onward anyway. Of course, it doesn't matter who is pointing out the obvious, you always know when the baggage is in the way. It's just a question of whether you're willing to admit it. Sometimes you can move it yourself and other times, it just sits there....ticking away. Personally, I enjoy putting away the same piece of my husband's baggage over and over again until it actually becomes my baggage and I'm in therapy trying to figure out how I ended up with so much more baggage than I left the airport with.
So remember, whether you're just arriving in your relationship or if you've been on the trip for years, both sets of luggage end up in the same tiny closet sharing the same crammed space and getting in the way whenever you need to do something important...like remember how you got here in the first place.
(Wow, that was officially the longest metaphor I ever wrote.)
When you're dating, it's much easier to ignore the baggage or think it's not going to get in the way. Everything else is infinitely more important than a few pieces of baggage...the bliss, the fun dates, the bliss. Sooner or later, someone inevitably comes along to point to the baggage. You know, in case you didn't trip over it yourself. Parents are often the culprits here mostly because they're still living with the baggage they left at the airport and they're just trying to be helpful. Good friends may call attention to a particularly big piece of baggage, but they usually do it in such an innocuous way that you sometimes miss the point and continue onward anyway. Of course, it doesn't matter who is pointing out the obvious, you always know when the baggage is in the way. It's just a question of whether you're willing to admit it. Sometimes you can move it yourself and other times, it just sits there....ticking away. Personally, I enjoy putting away the same piece of my husband's baggage over and over again until it actually becomes my baggage and I'm in therapy trying to figure out how I ended up with so much more baggage than I left the airport with.
So remember, whether you're just arriving in your relationship or if you've been on the trip for years, both sets of luggage end up in the same tiny closet sharing the same crammed space and getting in the way whenever you need to do something important...like remember how you got here in the first place.
(Wow, that was officially the longest metaphor I ever wrote.)
Monday, December 8, 2008
Joys of winter
Have you ever wondered why young children so willingly launch head-first into a pile of snow, take their bike down a steep hill at death-defying speeds while standing up on the pedals, or go outside in the freezing cold dressed for a day at the beach? Could be (a) they're dumb as a doornail, (b) they've inherited that "adventure" gene and don't care about consequences, or (c) they're just displaying the fact that, as comedian Paul D'Angelo pointed out to a crowd of giggling adults this past weekend: Their dumpster isn't full yet. They don't think ahead to the ramifications of their actions because they have no frame of reference. It's all sweetness and light until puberty (give or take a year or two). Think about it. What did you do the last time you were watching the 11 o'clock news and saw the weatherman pointing to a snowflake on the map that was distinctly traveling in your direction? Did you:
1. Get up from your comfy chair to yell, "Whoo-hoo, it's going to snow! That's awesome! I can't wait to put on my boots and mittens and make a Snow Angel before I drive to work."
2. Wait up all night to watch the snow falling from the sky in all its infinite beauty and wonder if it's really true that no two snowflakes are alike.
3. Dig around for an old scarf and hat, rip some buttons off an old sweater, and find a firm carrot in the bottom of the vegetable drawer so you can design the snowman you're going to build with glee the next day.
4. Curse and mumble to yourself anticipating the nightmare that is scraping your windshield at 6:30 in the morning after you've shoveled a path to the car so you can get a headstart on what will absolutely be a crabby commute with thousands of like-minded miserable adults all going in the same direction at the same wicked slow speed only to end up late for work in spite of your efforts, which puts you in a foul mood right up until it's time to go home, and continues as you pull into the driveway and realize you're the first one home and the rock salt you should have put by the walkway is actually still in the basement and your lame shoveling that morning left a thin coat of snow on the pavement that has since turned to black ice that you don't see until you're on your butt with your lunchbag and its leftovers strew all over your wool coat that you now have to send to the dry cleaners even though you've only worn it twice so far this season.
I rest my case.
1. Get up from your comfy chair to yell, "Whoo-hoo, it's going to snow! That's awesome! I can't wait to put on my boots and mittens and make a Snow Angel before I drive to work."
2. Wait up all night to watch the snow falling from the sky in all its infinite beauty and wonder if it's really true that no two snowflakes are alike.
3. Dig around for an old scarf and hat, rip some buttons off an old sweater, and find a firm carrot in the bottom of the vegetable drawer so you can design the snowman you're going to build with glee the next day.
4. Curse and mumble to yourself anticipating the nightmare that is scraping your windshield at 6:30 in the morning after you've shoveled a path to the car so you can get a headstart on what will absolutely be a crabby commute with thousands of like-minded miserable adults all going in the same direction at the same wicked slow speed only to end up late for work in spite of your efforts, which puts you in a foul mood right up until it's time to go home, and continues as you pull into the driveway and realize you're the first one home and the rock salt you should have put by the walkway is actually still in the basement and your lame shoveling that morning left a thin coat of snow on the pavement that has since turned to black ice that you don't see until you're on your butt with your lunchbag and its leftovers strew all over your wool coat that you now have to send to the dry cleaners even though you've only worn it twice so far this season.
I rest my case.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
L.B.T.W.: Part Two
It is official the country is in a recession. Not sure we needed an official notification but since we have one now we must "officially" take steps to save, save, save. One thing we women can start saving on are cosmetics...makeup to be exact. Thanks to the women behind the wall we all have a few suggestions.
Items Needed:
Eyeliner: Using your finger or cotton swab gather up some of the window grime. Ever so carefully apply the grime to the upper and lower lid at the base of the eyelashes as you would normally. Be very careful not to get any grime in your eye or you might get an infection or lose your eye all together. Remember: During these economic times one must make sacrifices. Nobody B.T.W. has lost an eye yet. It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Eyeshadow: Choose the M&M color that best matches your eye color or outfit. Wet the M&M using your tongue. Rub the wet M&M across your eye lid to apply the color. You may use more than one color for different looks. Use more for the smoky eye or if you are going out less for the during the day look. Thank goodness for the new blue M&M. Be careful with your color choice as too many choices just make M&M brown.:)
Blush: Remove a hot ball from the plastic wrapper. Wet the hot ball with your tongue. Rub the wet side of the hot ball on the "apple" of your cheek. Applying more layers of the wet hot ball will intensify the color.
Lip Color: Unwrap another hot ball, wet one side with your tongue and apply wet side of hot ball to your lips. If you are looking for a more muted color use the the hot ball you used for your blush. It will be more of a pink tone where a new hot ball will deliver hot red lips....unless you are already sucking on that hot ball then you will just have to lick most of the color off the new one.
There you have it makeup tips for this economic recession. Cheap, fast and easy with snacks to spare. It is important to look your best at all times so don't let these crazy financial times or an extended time out dampen your spirits or your face.
Items Needed:
- One bag of M&M's. It makes no difference if they are plain or peanut. The bag size and type depends on how much snacking you might do during application. Word of caution: Do not purchase the holiday M&M's or you will be stuck with only red & green to work with. OK for some but not all skin tones can handle red & green.
- One bag of Hot Balls. I am not sure how easy they are to purchase but if they are on the canteen list (see L.B.T.W Part One), they should be available for general purchase.
- Dirty window. Specifically the grime on the sill. I am not sure if your grime will work exactly the same as the grime in the sills behind the wall..just think of it as Maybelline vs. Cover Girl...all the same just different label.
Eyeliner: Using your finger or cotton swab gather up some of the window grime. Ever so carefully apply the grime to the upper and lower lid at the base of the eyelashes as you would normally. Be very careful not to get any grime in your eye or you might get an infection or lose your eye all together. Remember: During these economic times one must make sacrifices. Nobody B.T.W. has lost an eye yet. It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Eyeshadow: Choose the M&M color that best matches your eye color or outfit. Wet the M&M using your tongue. Rub the wet M&M across your eye lid to apply the color. You may use more than one color for different looks. Use more for the smoky eye or if you are going out less for the during the day look. Thank goodness for the new blue M&M. Be careful with your color choice as too many choices just make M&M brown.:)
Blush: Remove a hot ball from the plastic wrapper. Wet the hot ball with your tongue. Rub the wet side of the hot ball on the "apple" of your cheek. Applying more layers of the wet hot ball will intensify the color.
Lip Color: Unwrap another hot ball, wet one side with your tongue and apply wet side of hot ball to your lips. If you are looking for a more muted color use the the hot ball you used for your blush. It will be more of a pink tone where a new hot ball will deliver hot red lips....unless you are already sucking on that hot ball then you will just have to lick most of the color off the new one.
There you have it makeup tips for this economic recession. Cheap, fast and easy with snacks to spare. It is important to look your best at all times so don't let these crazy financial times or an extended time out dampen your spirits or your face.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Life Behind the Wall: Part One
When people are told I currently work in a facility that houses those folks in our society that have done bad things and need an extensive "time out"....the reactions are many. Anyone who knows me and my education get a bizarre look of confusion on their face. I get it a lot and just shrug my shoulders and move on.
Trying to explain the roads traveled that add up to my "job" is time consuming and draining. I know the story and it all makes perfect sense if I explain it all in great detail....honestly....who really cares?
Once the current position clicks on the brain a light goes off somewhere...probably very far away....and the crazy questions come flowing out like a faucet that has been backed up for a million years that just got unplugged. Again, it happens a lot so I smile, wait....and begin to entertain them on "life behind the wall". So many stories and only so much blog space so here begins the first installment of.....
"Life Behind the Wall"
First Installment:
Detail, Canteen & The Microwave
Detail: Those "picked" to do extra chores in the "house" for extra benefits. IE: staying out of your room for longer periods, getting first pick at any extra food (not really sure if that is actually a perk), feeling special (every little bit counts), having the others in your "house" respect you more because now you can get them stuff.
Canteen: Anything and everything a normal person, not in the extended "time out", would think those in the "time out" would not get to have.
IE: Cookies, M&M's, sneakers, long underwear, extra underwear, nail clippers, brushes, ramen noodles, kielbasa, rice, cereal, toaster pastries, chips, popcorn, cheese spread, tuna, sardines, coffee, creamer, mocha mix....and the list goes on and on. Granted they can only purchase if they have money in their account and the proceeds do go to help pay the bills....but I still do not get it???
Microwave: Yes, it is the same behind the wall as it is outside the wall.
An ordinary day behind the wall in the "house" of 170 men. The time of day when most of them are back in their rooms reflecting on why it is they are in the "time out" or watching their color TVs...you be the judge. The detail, the chosen few, are scurrying about cleaning up after lunch doing their chores, when out of the corner of my eye I see a strange site.
One of the chosen is quickly assembling what looks to be like ingredients for a recipe. Nahhh...I must be seeing things...as this also happens behind the wall. As I take a few steps closer to get a better look, moving ever so slowly so I do not frighten the "chosen one", I see what I thought I did. Apples (not sure where those came from), bowls, vanilla cream cookies, sporks and assorted other goodies. What is going on here I say to myself as I watch closely without being noticed....he was concentrating so hard I do not think he would have seen me if I walked right up and offered to help.
Given my culinary background I was intrigued to watch the little man work. Separating the cookies like any Oreo pro would and scraping off the cream into a separate bowl, crushing the cookies into small pieces, breaking the apples down, (not sure how this was done..probably should have looked harder...although you would be amazed at the things you can do with a spork.)
As he mixed, poured and melted working quickly as his time was coming to an end. I had to ask...."What are you making?" Apple Pie, of course. WHAT??? Yes, you heard him right...apple pie. The broken cookies are the crust, then you layer in the apples, bake in the microwave and top with the melted vanilla cream from the center of the cookies. Now, why didn't I think of that?
"A cookbook "I said, "You should write a cookbook." Silly me there already is a cookbook, where did I think the ideas came from. Microwaving for Folks Behind the Wall. I am sure it is online somewhere...maybe Amazon has it.
Jolly Rancher Lollipops:
1. Place Jolly Rancher candy in Medicine cup given to you by nurse when taking meds.
2. Place in microwave and cook until melted.
3. Being oh so careful, remove cup and insert Q-tip, minus the cotton top, and cool.
M&M Birthday Cake
Still not sure how the girls pulled this off but I smelled the damn thing baking.
If you ever find yourself in the extended "time out", as I hope you never do, just be comforted in the thought that not all is lost. With your canteen, a microwave and a spork or two you can make your stay behind the wall seem like just another day at home.....well, sort of.
Trying to explain the roads traveled that add up to my "job" is time consuming and draining. I know the story and it all makes perfect sense if I explain it all in great detail....honestly....who really cares?
Once the current position clicks on the brain a light goes off somewhere...probably very far away....and the crazy questions come flowing out like a faucet that has been backed up for a million years that just got unplugged. Again, it happens a lot so I smile, wait....and begin to entertain them on "life behind the wall". So many stories and only so much blog space so here begins the first installment of.....
"Life Behind the Wall"
First Installment:
Detail, Canteen & The Microwave
Detail: Those "picked" to do extra chores in the "house" for extra benefits. IE: staying out of your room for longer periods, getting first pick at any extra food (not really sure if that is actually a perk), feeling special (every little bit counts), having the others in your "house" respect you more because now you can get them stuff.
Canteen: Anything and everything a normal person, not in the extended "time out", would think those in the "time out" would not get to have.
IE: Cookies, M&M's, sneakers, long underwear, extra underwear, nail clippers, brushes, ramen noodles, kielbasa, rice, cereal, toaster pastries, chips, popcorn, cheese spread, tuna, sardines, coffee, creamer, mocha mix....and the list goes on and on. Granted they can only purchase if they have money in their account and the proceeds do go to help pay the bills....but I still do not get it???
Microwave: Yes, it is the same behind the wall as it is outside the wall.
An ordinary day behind the wall in the "house" of 170 men. The time of day when most of them are back in their rooms reflecting on why it is they are in the "time out" or watching their color TVs...you be the judge. The detail, the chosen few, are scurrying about cleaning up after lunch doing their chores, when out of the corner of my eye I see a strange site.
One of the chosen is quickly assembling what looks to be like ingredients for a recipe. Nahhh...I must be seeing things...as this also happens behind the wall. As I take a few steps closer to get a better look, moving ever so slowly so I do not frighten the "chosen one", I see what I thought I did. Apples (not sure where those came from), bowls, vanilla cream cookies, sporks and assorted other goodies. What is going on here I say to myself as I watch closely without being noticed....he was concentrating so hard I do not think he would have seen me if I walked right up and offered to help.
Given my culinary background I was intrigued to watch the little man work. Separating the cookies like any Oreo pro would and scraping off the cream into a separate bowl, crushing the cookies into small pieces, breaking the apples down, (not sure how this was done..probably should have looked harder...although you would be amazed at the things you can do with a spork.)
As he mixed, poured and melted working quickly as his time was coming to an end. I had to ask...."What are you making?" Apple Pie, of course. WHAT??? Yes, you heard him right...apple pie. The broken cookies are the crust, then you layer in the apples, bake in the microwave and top with the melted vanilla cream from the center of the cookies. Now, why didn't I think of that?
"A cookbook "I said, "You should write a cookbook." Silly me there already is a cookbook, where did I think the ideas came from. Microwaving for Folks Behind the Wall. I am sure it is online somewhere...maybe Amazon has it.
Jolly Rancher Lollipops:
1. Place Jolly Rancher candy in Medicine cup given to you by nurse when taking meds.
2. Place in microwave and cook until melted.
3. Being oh so careful, remove cup and insert Q-tip, minus the cotton top, and cool.
M&M Birthday Cake
Still not sure how the girls pulled this off but I smelled the damn thing baking.
If you ever find yourself in the extended "time out", as I hope you never do, just be comforted in the thought that not all is lost. With your canteen, a microwave and a spork or two you can make your stay behind the wall seem like just another day at home.....well, sort of.
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Blind Date
When you are past your thirties (not that far past) and single, one must take hold of all potential dating situations. All options are pretty awkward, but none have the most probability of disaster like the blind date. To that end, I would much rather go to the dentist than go on a blind date. The one possible exception to this rule is if a trusted friend sets you up with someone they know. Still scary but not as bad as it could be...and when the friend offers to actually go on the date well, how can one lose. You can....and very badly I might add.
We all know that people in work sometimes do not behave the same way out in the real world. So just when you think you know someone, strange things happen when you get them outside the bubble. After much planning and a few red flags (i.e., even after having your e-mail for over a month, the boy still cannot e-mail you without the help of the co-worker friend even after you send a funny hello e-mail to get the ball rolling a bit), the date is scheduled.
Looking pretty cute, I might add, I meet my friend at the restaurant to wait for the boy. I am chatting and not paying attention when the boy comes up behind me. My friend sees him first and introduces me. Thank goodness I had my sunglasses on is all I can say. I tend to make visual connections with people; I may not remember your name, but a face I never forget...not always a good thing, I realized, when I turned around. The very first person that came to mind when I saw the boy was Mr. Bean, the British actor. I'm in hell. So, now I have the first hurdle: being able to look at him without laughing hysterically. Then came the lisp. Okay, I am a big girl, I think I can overlook the lisp. As we walked to the table I did the quick up and down that we girls are so good at (they never know you are doing it) and became a bit more horrified than I already was. The Mr. Bean thing was a definite issue, the lisp not that big of a deal, the shirt and shorts that looked like they came out of the hamper did not help and the one thing that pushed me over the edge and quickly into hell.....the black socks with grey sneakers. Ladies, it was all down hill from there. There is just no recovering from that.
Thank goodness my friend was there otherwise I think I would have left the area very quickly. Lunch was quick and painful. The conversation was lagging, sense of humor very bizarre and I tried really hard to leave when my friend abandoned me. Clearly my facial expressions were not conveying to her the pain and horror I was feeling, which is odd because if you ask any family member they will tell you my face does not usually hide the true feelings going on. Alone, abandoned and frightened, I tried hard to end the conversation with very short answers to his bizarre questions. I tried to make little to no eye contact and sat with my purse in my lap and my arms folded. Clearly he was not very perceptive. I was stuck there for what seemed like eternity when somehow there was a break in the lack of conversation. I took the chance and got the exit I had been hoping for. I got up quickly to escape hoping against hope he was not parked anywhere near me. Thank goodness he was halfway across the parking lot in the opposite direction. "You have my e-mail, right?!?...I'll talk to ya." Knowing full well he would never e-mail me as he was unable to perform such a task in the beginning. I was free....
My friend is still my friend and apologized to me later. She also gave him a few pointers and now realizes why he is in is forties and still single and living with his folks...yup, that is correct. I say don't save the break-up card for the end of the relationship, bring them with you on every blind date, seeing date, Internet date, friend-to-friend set-up, and chance meetings. Why sit through a lunch, dinner or drinks with some boy who just cannot get it together. I could have used an easy out: thanks so much, hand him a card, and run screaming from the building.
Time is too precious. Why waste on a blind date that you wish you were actually blind for?
We all know that people in work sometimes do not behave the same way out in the real world. So just when you think you know someone, strange things happen when you get them outside the bubble. After much planning and a few red flags (i.e., even after having your e-mail for over a month, the boy still cannot e-mail you without the help of the co-worker friend even after you send a funny hello e-mail to get the ball rolling a bit), the date is scheduled.
Looking pretty cute, I might add, I meet my friend at the restaurant to wait for the boy. I am chatting and not paying attention when the boy comes up behind me. My friend sees him first and introduces me. Thank goodness I had my sunglasses on is all I can say. I tend to make visual connections with people; I may not remember your name, but a face I never forget...not always a good thing, I realized, when I turned around. The very first person that came to mind when I saw the boy was Mr. Bean, the British actor. I'm in hell. So, now I have the first hurdle: being able to look at him without laughing hysterically. Then came the lisp. Okay, I am a big girl, I think I can overlook the lisp. As we walked to the table I did the quick up and down that we girls are so good at (they never know you are doing it) and became a bit more horrified than I already was. The Mr. Bean thing was a definite issue, the lisp not that big of a deal, the shirt and shorts that looked like they came out of the hamper did not help and the one thing that pushed me over the edge and quickly into hell.....the black socks with grey sneakers. Ladies, it was all down hill from there. There is just no recovering from that.
Thank goodness my friend was there otherwise I think I would have left the area very quickly. Lunch was quick and painful. The conversation was lagging, sense of humor very bizarre and I tried really hard to leave when my friend abandoned me. Clearly my facial expressions were not conveying to her the pain and horror I was feeling, which is odd because if you ask any family member they will tell you my face does not usually hide the true feelings going on. Alone, abandoned and frightened, I tried hard to end the conversation with very short answers to his bizarre questions. I tried to make little to no eye contact and sat with my purse in my lap and my arms folded. Clearly he was not very perceptive. I was stuck there for what seemed like eternity when somehow there was a break in the lack of conversation. I took the chance and got the exit I had been hoping for. I got up quickly to escape hoping against hope he was not parked anywhere near me. Thank goodness he was halfway across the parking lot in the opposite direction. "You have my e-mail, right?!?...I'll talk to ya." Knowing full well he would never e-mail me as he was unable to perform such a task in the beginning. I was free....
My friend is still my friend and apologized to me later. She also gave him a few pointers and now realizes why he is in is forties and still single and living with his folks...yup, that is correct. I say don't save the break-up card for the end of the relationship, bring them with you on every blind date, seeing date, Internet date, friend-to-friend set-up, and chance meetings. Why sit through a lunch, dinner or drinks with some boy who just cannot get it together. I could have used an easy out: thanks so much, hand him a card, and run screaming from the building.
Time is too precious. Why waste on a blind date that you wish you were actually blind for?
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
What's the meaning of this?
I'm fascinated by this display. First of all, it is the artful creation of two boys, ages 6 and 9. That in and of itself isn't necessarily the bizarre part. After all, it is well documented that boys (and men) like to blow stuff up, rearrange the parts, and make valiant attempts to put everything back together. Although all the parts are present, they're not exactly where they're meant to be. Or are they?
In an attempt to read way too much into this scene, let's analyze the situation. It's interesting that the woman, while assuming the subordinate position, is only being held down by the head of Superman, which could be easily cast aside by the flick of a wrist or a slight move to the right. Granted, if the positions were reversed, she'd have to balance herself on the decapitated head, which wouldn't be easy, to say the least, so kudos to the boys for simplifying the situation for her. You would think, being boys, that they would have yanked her head off to give Superman something to play with. Maybe they already realize that women are in control of most situations, foreign and domestic, so why buck the system. Or maybe they're simply demonstrating the obvious: men are ruled by their "head," so why be encumbered by extra parts. It's amusing that the headless superhero is forced to watch the scene from his post by the wall. Typical. Here's another guy trying to pass off passive participation for actual interest in a relationship. Clearly more than half of him has left the area. Does she know it? Or, is she faking it as well?
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