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Well, at least LG knows how to rate museums: according to the ease and pleasantness of the bathroom facilities. That skill will take him far.
Although: maybe he does need to rethink his methods for determining quality....
Maybe all of us boy pixies are too busy peeing on floors to comment.
And you ascribe way too much credit to Ph.D.s. (How the hell should that be punctuated?) In my graduate program, all the smart people dropped out. Those of us who actually got the sheepskin figured it said a lot more about bullshit tolerance than intelligence or accomplishment.
LOL!
Can I play with your adorable kids sometime so I don't get too lonely without any of my own?
Am vastly amused by LG's confusion between TV and PhD...if only my PhD meant I was going to be on TV! And sadly, I'm going to echo corndog- tolerating BS and a vast amount of stubborn and determination in the face of arrogant, think-they-already-know-it-all committee members is what it takes to get a PhD. But remember, I'm a bitter post-doc! With no kids no less but dogs to keep me company! Yay for pets.
Amen on the pets thing! No kids, but three cats that I think of as my kids.
I figure I'll be 35 before I get remarried and actually have a child or two.
And when they all (the kids, I mean) leave home (or you decamp) you can have a dog of your very own! Yippeee!
What? You didn't want to break out your Usborne Books edition of the Feminine Mystique?
LG is too, too, funny
I wish I could get AB and LG in a conversation together. I think AB would just be simply fascinated by everything LG said.
Sara, I would so so TOTALLY buy an Usborne Books edition of The Feminine Mystique. For my school library! Hee!
Ah, Jody, no bathrooms were involved in that museum memory, alas. That was a train *exhibit*. Good times, good times.
Lucy, any time!
APL, I think that's a wonderful idea. It's never too early to get to know one's future brother-in-law, no?
Sara and elswhere, I think we need to send that Usborne version of the Feminist Mystique to several of the people involved in that whole "false advertising" brouhaha.
Oh, PS, totally!
Not to derail your commenting thread--or maybe to derail it just a bit--I just happened upon that whole discusson belatedly last night and have been stewing about it ever since. For some reason the phrase "letting yourself go" (in the context of, "It's unfair to their husbands when women let themselves go after marriage") makes me see red.
Haven't been able to sufficiently articulate anything past that, though.
I love LG.
What a great conversation. I always find myself wondering exactly how much I should get into the whole socio/politcal blah de blah when G asks me tricky questions. I figured I had years until that happened.
Phantom, To you and me, it wasn't a bathroom. But to LG, it was. And he thought it was great. He remembered the peeing spot.
That's bathroom ranking. It will take him far when he travels in Europe someday.
And if memory serves me correctly, college-aged men continue to have problem identifying what is, and is not, a bathroom with about the same rate of error as LG.
Alas, matt and I neither have kids or fuzzy pets. A sad and lonely existence, that's what we lead.
At least we get to play lots of games!
That is the most awesomest way ever to end a conversation.
Maybe you could just explain to LG that some of the pixies have rather androgynous pseudonyms that have occasionally resulted in gender confusion due to ill-thought societal stereotypes.
LOL, corndog!
I had the same speechless reaction to the "false advertising" post, elswhere. And, yes, Usborne "Feminine Mystique!!"
Okay, this is no better than "Me, too!!" So I'll stop now.
Me too!
That's too funny!
suzanh - I struggle with the same thing (and that's why at age 6 Primo has not gotten a full "where babies come from" spiel - he has never asked how they get in, only how they get out).
I made the mistake early on of answering some of those complex questions in more detail than my firstborn was wanting. This did not thrill him. I could see him deciding he wouldn't ask if he was going to get a dissertation from Mamma.
So as I wrote the other day on my blog, when I got the "Mommy, what's a union?" question - I had to stop myself from going overboard. But after he went to bed I went overboard with Google, in case he ever asks again 
Oh, but Sara, you just have to get out a copy of "Click, Clack, Moo" to teach him about unions!
I love your conversations with LG, PS.
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