2008-03-16 - 4:22 p.m.
You look like your mom when you're angry, he says.
He doesn't necessarily mean this as a bad thing, but that is, of course, how I decide to take it.
If this is a strategy, I'm impressed. When Shuhei and I argue, who is right is and who is wrong is a matter of very little importance. I am, sadly, much better at arguing than he is, and he will never, ever win.
Still, he tries. And you kind of have to hand it to him for that. It drives me crazy at the time. But, after the fighting is over, I'm secretly pretty happy that my husband refuses play sycophant to my cranky moods.
If I'm going to be inflammatory, then why shouldn't he be inflammatory too? My husband is not a toy... He is a man!
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Later, making angry faces into the mirror, I have to admit that he is right. It's not so much that I look like my mom when I'm angry. It's more that I look like my mom when I'm angry more than I do at any other time. It has something to do with my eyes.
Frankly, it's creeping me out. So I make a few sexy faces in the mirror as to wrap things up on a positive note.
Then I wonder if this is the very reason why girls like to make sexy faces in the mirror. That is, because most of us don't especially care to look like our moms, and the sexy face is one look that our moms didn't make at us. Thus, while making sexy faces, we are making a face that doesn't look like our mom's, which seems to us like a good one.
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And even in the midst of fightiness, my biggest complaint about marriage would have to be that is has made it difficult for me to come up with good, new outfits.
Global Mind jeans* from the Bay, a top that I'd stolen from a boy, and a bag and shoes that (I hoped) it looked like I'd just thrown on, when in fact I'd put a lot of thought into which bag I would use and which shoes I would wear because that is how I was pulling those outfits together.
This is how I used to get all of my best looks.
But I've already stolen everything that I intend to from Shuhei and, more than I want to admit, dressing myself has become really pretty hard.
(Incidently, it's my birthday at the end of this month, so if anyone wants to steal someone's clothes for me, or check to see if they're still selling Global Mind jeans* at the Bay, well, I think that would be pretty awesome.)
* As far as I am concerned, these are the best jeans that have ever been made. They used to regularly go on sale for $30, and the fabric was kind of cheap, but in the best possible way. It was thinner than usual denim, and it kept a pretty even colour even as the jeans wore in. Neither side of the leg seams were finished with a rolled hem, so it was really, really easy to tailor them. Even now, when I go looking for jeans, what I'm actually hoping for is to find an exact replica of Global Mind.
