In(ter)dependence

On this, our 9th wedding anniversary, I’d love to hear from couples about a question I’ve been pondering: what do you do when you have an interest/love/hobby that your partner doens’t share?

I love live music, for instance, & public gatherings, & Rachel likes neither. She likes football & Rush. I’ve generally found people to go see music with, & to attend parades, pride events, &c., although I’m starting from scratch with making friends out here in Wisconsin, which is why it’s come up.

So do you:

  1. tend to not do the thing you like
  2. tend to drag the person who doesn’t like it along
  3. or do you just do your own things, & then come together to do the things you do both like together?

As maybe everyone knows at this point, I feel “dragged along” – even if I haven’t gone anywhere – when she watches football at home. In the small apartments we’ve lived in, I don’t have much escape unless I want to go somewhere else for a few hours.

So I’m curious, & waiting to hear what kinds of solutions all you creative, coupled types have come up with.

Passing Pat Dye

Skip the Makeup has a good blog post up about Pat Dye, the 31 year old who has allegedly pursued and seduced a 15 year old girl.

That’s the huge problem: not the gender, but the age gap. Impersonating a minor to have sex with a minor is criminal.

Being trans or clocked for the gender you’re not is not a crime, or immoral, or anything like that.

So maybe let’s keep the two things entirely separate, okay?

“Which is the rooster & which is the hen?”

From 1925:

Here are the lyrics:

Masculine Women! Feminine Men!

Hey! Hey! Women are going mad, today!
Hey! Hey! Fellers are just as bad, I’ll say!
Go anywhere, just stand and stare,
You’ll say they’re bugs when you look at the clothes they wear.

Masculine Women, Feminine Men,
which is the rooster which is the hen?
It’s hard to tell ‘em apart today. And SAY…
Sister is busy learning to shave,
Brother just loves his permanent wave,
It’s hard to tell ‘em apart today. HEY! HEY!

Girls were girls and boys were boys when I was a tot,
Now we don’t know who is who or even what’s what.
Knickers and trousers, baggy and wide,
Nobody knows who’s walking inside.
Those Masculine Women, Feminine Men

Masculine Women. Feminine Men
which is the rooster which is the hen?
It’s hard to tell ‘em apart today. And SAY…
Auntie is smoking, rolling her own,
Uncle is always buying cologne.
It’s hard to tell ‘em apart today. HEY! HEY!
You go and give your girl a kiss in the hall,
But instead you find you’re kissing her brother Paul.
Mama’s got a sweater up to her chin,
Papa’s got a girtle holding him in.
Those Masculine Women, Feminine Men

Stop, Look, Listen and you’ll agree… with me.
Things are not what they used to be… you’ll see.
You say hello to Uncle Joe,
Then look again and you find it’s your Aunti Flo.

Masculine Women, Feminine Men
which is the rooster which is the hen?
It’s hard to tell ‘em apart today. And SAY…
Wifey is playing billiards and pool,
Hubby is dressing kiddies for school.
It’s hard to tell ‘em apart today. HEY! HEY!
Ever since the Prince of Wales in dresses was seen,
What does he intend to be the King or the Queen?
Grandmother buys those tailor-made clothes,
Grandfather tries to smell like a rose.
Those Masculine Women, Feminine Men

I got the lyrics from Box Turtle Bulletin, where there’s more about the song, too.

New Buster

Damfinos: there’s a new cut of Steamboat Bill Jr. Imagine, after all these years, different camera angles, and a cleaner & sharper print. Yay.

buster keaton

Also, there’s a new DVD of all the Educational Pictures pictures, or shorts, most of them with his character Elmer (I prefer the “almost supernatural figure of beauty and grace in the silents,” as the NYT’s reviewer put it, but any Buster is still Buster.)

For those of you who don’t know, Houdini is credited with naming Buster. He was visiting with the Keatons, who were a vaudeville troupe, when infant/toddler Buster fell down a flight of stairs and landed with that stone face. Houdini, looking on, said “that’s quite a buster,” & thus, Buster Keaton was born. Houdini was born here in Appleton, and the Keatons used to summer in Muskegon, Michigan, where the annual Damfino conference takes place. So apparently I’ve come to some version of the right part of the world.