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I Do It For You!

By Mrs. Julien | Comment Diversions | July 13, 2013 | Comments ()


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This week’s comment diversion comes from TheOriginalMRod’s potential redefinition of true love:

I have to watch Movie 43 so I will get all the random references my boyfriend keeps making… damnit.

I wrote “potential” because it would seem he/she has not been able to bring her/himself to watch it yet. Maybe as an anniversary present?

I suspect we’ve all done it: Familiarized oneself with things that one was not otherwise all that interested in for the sake of a sweetie. I read the complete Doonesbury library for my first boyfriend. It was the 1980s, so it’s not quite so huge an undertaking as it seems. For Mr. Julien, I read Trinity by Leon Uris to give myself crash course in Irish history and their justifiable antipathy towards the English. Mr. Julien read two or three books about Canada for me. That copy of Canadian History Dummies, though? That’s actually mine. I didn’t pay much attention in grades six, nine, or ten and had some gaps to fill. I didn’t have to read any American history because I took a year of it in grade 13 (no really, that was an actual thing) and that time I had been paying attention. Mr. Julien has also shown me lots of movies I hadn’t seen, but they were great movies and not of the “love me, love this film” variety. It’s not as if I’d never seen Star Wars; it was more that I’d never seen Now, Voyager, or all of Lawrence of Arabia.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, there’s the boyfriend I tried to RUIN Married with Children for. I just sat beside him and stared blankly at him every time the show was sexist. I also learned more about professional wrestling than was strictly speaking necessary (translation: anything at all). The same boyfriend introduced me to The Red Hot Chili Peppers and Nine Inch Nails. I used to sing “Head Like a Hole” in my best Ethel Merman voice. That’s not relevant. I’m just really proud of it.

What have you read, watched or listened to for the sake of or at the behest of your beloved? Was he/she right? Was it worth it?

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  • MissAmynae

    Japanese history, starting around the 12th century, up through the end of the Empire. Completely worth it, opened up a whole new world, literally.

  • BobbFrapples

    I'm new to this. So far, I've been learning a great deal about skateboard terms and he's been getting a crash course in Doctor Who.

  • Bodhi

    Well, for the Evil Ex, I started doing coke & copious amounts of it. We also drank like fish & & the combo was fun! And then it was decidedly NOT fun. Its a really long story (which I typed & deleted. Save it for another comment diversion)

    When I met my now husband he was a skinny tattooed non-drinking but pot smoking rockabilly kid from Mass. who didn't give a shit about sports (other than the Sox.) Five years later he is an adorably pudgy (he quit all the smokeables) tattooed craft beer snob who watches every single Sox, Bruins, Patriots, & Sooners game he can. My folks are NOT sports people so this is baffling to me. I... don't even know. I like baseball & hockey, but my lack of football knowledge might require the revocation of my Southerner card. Our 2 year old knows how to say "TOUCHDOWN", "HOME RUN", & "Boomer Sooners". (And "Read more books, Mommy", be still my little black heart)

    Also, we currently live in OK & I NEVER thought I'd like going to rodeos, but they are fun as hell! Kiddo love the cowboys & I LOVE the people watching. And my badass Airat Fat Baby ropers.

    Edit: Hubs also now likes pop country which is something I cannot get behind. :shudder:

  • Bistro

    I tolerated country music for my high school girlfriend. Other than that, I've usually been the one introducing, not introduced. Mrs. Bistro did introduce me to Red Dwarf, though.

  • googergieger

    Never been in love. Well I mean, with myself doesn't count right? Cause then yeah, never been in love.

  • Heather Mooney

    Gummo. Multiple times. The man should have no doubt of my love for him.

  • Maguita NYC

    Is that the movie? Was it any good at least?

  • Heather Mooney

    Yes, the movie. Personally, I think it's utterly pointless and repulsive.

  • Maguita NYC

    Repulsive. Check. Will not watch Gummo. Thks!

  • BendinIntheWind

    My fiancee and I are both dorks, though we come from different circles of dorkitude. I still haven't managed to force him to watch "Buffy", but last year for his birthday I finally caved and agreed to watch "The Lord of the Rings".

    It was only when we were halfway through the second movie that he revealed we were actually watching the extended editions. Then later for Christmas we watched "The Hobbit". I've now lost 15 hours of my life to FUCKING HOBBITS.

  • emmalita

    I suggest 1 hour of LOTR/Hobbits should equal 1 hour of Buffy. I enjoy both Buffy and LOTR, but The Hobbit really annoyed me.

  • BendinIntheWind

    They're all just sooooooooooooo loooooooooooong. So. Much. Walking. And if you respond to my questions about certain plot holes with "Well in the book they explain that blah blah blah", I will light you on FIRE.

    When they started singing and tossing the plates around in "The Hobbit", I just sat there slack-jawed and blankly staring for like a full minute. Thank god we didn't see it in the theater with children around, because my knee-jerk reaction was to scream in my living room "What the FUCK was that?!"

  • emmalita

    I saw The Hobbit in the theater (in 3-D, gah!). When we got to the plate throwing seen, I turned to my date and said, "what the fuck? Did we just pay extra to see them throw plates at us in 3-D? What the fuck is happening?" I feel that any parents who took their wee ones to a 10 pm showing deserve to hear me say "fuck."

  • Ruthie O

    My husband loves sports, especially San Francisco sports teams. When we first starting dating, I quickly learned that I would have to watch lots of televised sports just to spend time with him. I was never a sports fanatic, and we started dating during spring time, aka baseball season. For those of you not in the know, there are 162 baseball games in a season, so baseball is pretty much alway on.

    I had watched baseball periodically as a child with my dad, so I knew most of the rules. But I was just never excited about watching it on TV. Such a long game, so many pitches, no real strategy, just reactions... Or so I thought. I watched games with the future hubs because they were always on. Over time, I learned the names of the players, the backstories of the players, the strategies behind the different positions, the more esoteric rules (i.e. what a balk is), the pitching rotation, and the strengths and weaknesses of the SF Giants. I was absorbing this info, but so slowly, I didn't realize I was actually becoming somewhat knowledgable about the sport. I just figured I was being a good partner by showing an active interest in his passion, no matter how little I cared (initially, that is).

    And then July 10, 2009 hit. The game was playing on the background. Jonathan Sanchez, a mostly disappointing pitcher at the time, was at the mound. The Giants were doing well. They weren't given up any runs. Hell, around the sixth inning we realized that Sanchez hadn't given up any hits. I glued myself to the couch, holding my breath at every pitch, watching this historical moment and totally understanding the significance of every strike, every outfield catch. And when he pitched his final out, I found myself screaming and cheering right along with my now-husband. I had no idea, until that moment, that I had actually been becoming slowly invested in baseball, and the SF Giants specifically. I had never felt such a rush before, and even though I was alternating between clenched sitting and tense pacing around the apartment, the adrenaline I experienced was intoxicating. At that point, I was hooked. Still am, which made last night's no hitter just as exciting.

    He still tries to get me to care about football and basketball, but that's never gonna happen. Both sports bore me to tears. But he gave me the gift of baseball, and even though I was reluctant in the beginning, it is one of the greatest gifts he's ever given me. When we got married last year, my hubs was dressed in a black tux and an orange tie I had picked out, and the tables were all labeled by our favorite players' numbers. These were all my suggestions, because now, baseball is an "us thing."

  • Pretty Hate Machine

    I don't know if I want to share the extent of my ruination regarding the changes I made for one boyfriend (and the one directly after him due to post traumatic breakup/downward spiral). But hey, I guess you judging me won't hurt as badly since you don't really know me.

    I was very independent in high school and didn't keep boyfriends for very long. I had hopes and dreams and wanted to get out of my one horse town. Guys complained that I wanted too much control and had too many plans. It is rumored I broke many hearts with my rejections. One boyfriend told me we'd never work out because he wanted someone to take care of and I could do just fine on my own, so he felt useless.

    I get to college and I suppose I received my comeuppance for being so wild and free. I met a guy who changed my world and changed me in the process. I wanted so much for him to love me, I stopped dyeing my hair, let it go natural, and started growing it out long and straight for him. I traded in my costume jewelry and started wearing gold and silver signature pieces. I was willing to cut off the armful of rubber bracelets and trinkets in return for a beautiful gold bracelet. I changed the way I dressed, a budget Madonna (it was the 80s) to dressing like a Stepford sorority girl, all matchy matchy, so you couldn't pick me out of a line up. I behaved better, listened to his kind of music (I cannot stand to listen to Garth Brooks to this day). I learned about guns, I went deer, dove, quail, and turkey hunting. I became the perfect girlfriend. It didn't work to keep him. there's a lot more to the story but I don't think you want to know all the gory details of this sick romance. He ended up trading me in for a girl he didn't have to completely remodel, who was just a shorter, richer version of me. She did grow out her hair out, too, just like mine. It was both a curse and a compliment.

    The rebound guy immediately following got the same transformation. I had been reprogrammed so I thought I should mirror the next guy. He was part of the rodeo circuit. I bought Wranglers and ropers and followed him around for about 6 months until I snapped out of it.

    I finally got my shit together and I have been with a man who lets me be me for the last 17 years, but the sad thing I realize is that the guy I changed so much for in college still has such a hold over me that if he called and said come to me, I'd be there.

  • For some reason I hadn't seen The Big Lebowski. My girlfriend in grad school thought that was a crime and suggested we watch it. I didn't care much for it that first time. But it was on tv a year or so later and because I trusted her I gave it another shot and loved it. The same thing happened the other way with her and Buffy. She watched through about a third of the way through the second season and wasn't into it. But she caught some of the later seasons on rerun and loved it.

  • Melissa D

    I learned all about Porsches. It was his favourite car of all time, and one of the first pictures he showed me was of his Porsche (which I didn't recognize *GASP*). Anyways, he loved those damn cars.

    Our relationship was very passionate - fantastic highs, excoriating lows. So now when I see a Porsche, I either have a nostalgic ache or the urge to key the fuck out of it.

  • kirbyjay

    I will not go fishing with Mr. Kirbyjay, but I encourage him to go when ever he wants to. Is that the same? I never make him go shopping with me or go to any social events where he doesn't know anybody ( work stuff). He does the same for me. I like playing cards and the occasional casino trip, he hates it. So I go and he bades me farewell and wishes me a good time. We have things we do together ( watching The Patriots, camping, hanging by the pool with a couple of frosties, worrying about money) but why make one happy and the other miserable. I often think we have a great relationship because we let each other be who we are and don't have forced togetherness. I'll always remember my "ex" sister-in-law whining "we watch tv as a family" and "we go shopping as a family" and "we take a shit as a family"....ok, I was kidding about that one, but all I remember of them "as a family" is that 3 of them were miserable while she dictated their lives.

    There are many things you and your loved ones can do together and enjoy, why do something that one of you won't? I'm not saying that watching a movie or reading a book the other one suggests isn't cool, I'm just saying if your tastes do not occupy the same planet, why submit to it constantly?

    On that rather sanctimonious note, Mr. Kirbyjay recommended Weeds, which I loved for 4 seasons and The Wire, which I tried once but found depressing ( I know, I'm an idiot). I've recommended many a movie to him, which he never watches, only smirking at me and asking if there are boobs.

    P.S. He also stopped hunting many years ago and I like to think he grew a conscience for me. Not that I ever asked him to stop, I would just shrill "MURDERER" at him when he went.

  • Maguita NYC

    "Let's go shopping".

    The biggest form of torture a woman could do to a man. Well that and blue balls.

  • Mrs. Julien

    I have a response to this claim and what I take as its inherent sexism ---

    I had a boyfriend who was a bit of a clothes horse. When he needed new trousers, he would go to the store he liked and find what he wanted at the price he wanted. Then, we would go to EVERY OTHER STORE in the mall just to be sure they didn't have something better and go then go back to the first store to make the purchase.

    Shopping is torture for anyone who is looking at things they aren't interested in., e.g., me at Best Buy with Mr. Julien.

  • Maguita NYC

    I stand corrected. I guess shopping could be a form of torture for both sexes. Oh the things we do for love.

  • kirbyjay

    I am not what you'd call a shopper. I hate the "browsing" for something I 'm not going to buy and I doubly hate following someone around that is browsing. I'm in and out, like a 40 year old virgin. I've never dragged Mr. K with me but I did have to take my kids clothes shopping, which was torture for me. Thank God for the Internet, which is where I do it now.

  • Maguita NYC

    "in and out like a 40-year-old virgin"... Is that how they do it now?

    One thing I don't mind is shopping with people FOR them. When it comes for myself, I rather do it alone. Shopping that is.

  • Melissa D

    My best friend's husband took to cupping her breasts from behind when he really got fed up with shopping. Works every time.

  • emmalita

    A friend's husband likes to shop more than she does. He loves picking out clothes for her. She calls him her gay husband.

  • Maguita NYC

    This brings about the life-altering question: What does he do when in case of blue balls?

  • Melissa D

    Heh. Generally not a problem, I don't think! :)

  • Berry

    I pretend to be interested in trains for him. He doesn't even pretend to be interested in Jane Austen or gardening for me. Hmph. But to be fair, when I get stupid over-enthusiastic about the fact that one of my tomatoes is totally turning red already, honey, look, how cool is that, it's red, and I made that happen, he does look and makes a valiant effort not to sound too bored when telling me that yes, it's very cool indeed.

    On a more serious note, it looks like I've changed my vacationing/travelling habits pretty drastically for him. He's a huge travelling nut, and would spend 99 % of his time abroad if he could. I don't mind travelling either, but it used to be more about going somewhere warm with a beach to relax for me. But that's really not how he does it, oh no. He needs to go to interesting places where you can experience something new and different. So far, that's mostly meant the formerly communist Eastern Europe, so we'e been to Poland, Hungary (twice), Russia, Croatia, Bosnia-Herzegovina (twice), Montenegro, Georgia (the one in Caucasus, where Stalin was from), Estonia (a few times) and I don't even remember where else. Next year we'll probably go to Armenia. And we've been to Ireland, Norway, Sweden, Germany and the US as well. Oh, and Turkey. We got engaged in Istanbul and the jeweler offered us tea to celebrate.

    So maybe that wasn't entirely in the keeping with the spirit of this comment diversion, because although I've had to abandon beaches for the most part, I'm clearly the winner here. Look at all the awesome places we've been to, that I never would have visited alone.

  • Why are there Czech subtitles over Hugh Jackman's chin testicles?

  • Maguita NYC

    You will have to explain this unknown idiom for me. I remember you telling me your father was Czech... But I don't understand why funnily enough, Czech subtitles are testicles.

    Lost in translation.

  • Czech subtitles may very well be testicles in general, but I was just puzzled as to why in that screencap of Hugh Jackman and his chin testicles there are also Czech subtitles...
    (And it wasn't just the old man who was Czech. I'm all Czech, baby. Yup. 100% pure beer.)

  • Maguita NYC

    I never doubted you were 100% pure beer, Czech or otherwise.

    Did not even notice the subtitle! Thanks. As for the testicles in that screen shot, not having seen the movie, I'd like to think a woman had threatened Hugh's character to feed him his balls. And then did.

  • trixie

    I watched a Transformers movie (don't remember which one) and many 3-D movies even though he knew they made me motion sick. No, he wasn't worth it.

  • ZizoAH

    I almost converted to Judaism for an ex-boyfriend, and I was born Muslim.

    Then I didn't, what the hell does it matter? We are gay, that is about as a good as any religion. And I don't even believe in god.

    Happy didn't do it in the end, he ended up marrying one of my friends, and he is Christian by the way. Funny!

  • Maguita NYC

    The old test of faith is always a good meter for how deep and meaningful your relationship truly is: If he asks you to convert, you know he is asking you to follow him no matter what.

    And it is that no matter what that should have you running the other way.

  • Melissa D

    Eh, I don't know about that. My aunt turned Protestant (we're Catholic, THE HORROR!) for her second husband, and she was happier with him than I'd seen her in decades. It scandalized some members of my family, but she was blissful with him and he treated her like gold. The bittersweet part was that she died 1.5 years later from an aneurysm at the age of 59.

  • Maguita NYC

    Beyond the age factor (I'm assuming your aunt was of a certain age), from Catholic to Protestant is not exactly a mighty stretch in the religious department, especially when compared to Zizo's Islam to Judaism conversion... And he lives in the Middle East. From what I gather, it is not exactly an environment where religion is smooth debate.

  • Melissa D

    I'm not comparing it to Zizo, I'm more addressing the statement that asking someone to convert religions means that person wants you to follow them forever. I thought that was a bit of a stretch is all.

    I was also sharing a story, and you really don't know the environment in which it took place. That type of conversion was a very, VERY big deal for someone of my aunt's age (or more specifically, the generation to which she was born).

  • ZizoAH

    "Not a smooth debate" could even be an understatement.

    But yeah, also coming from sort of a traditional family, I think they had enough with my brother marrying a Jewish girl, and my homosexuality.

  • Maguita NYC

    Glad you like my understated sarcasm. The internet is not transposing irony kindly enough lately. And people seem to be a bit on edge.

    Parents of a certain generation and upbringing have it hard. For some the world is changing too fast, others not nearly fast enough. I'm very glad Zizo that your parents love you just the way you are; We hear too many stories of not only disowning but also repudiating one's own children just because of their need to live their lives truthfully.

  • ZizoAH

    I'm really glad too, I couldn't have asked for more supporting parents and brothers, especially in the area and religion that I come from.

  • ZizoAH

    Well, I considered it, I really did. But when I started to look how and where, and how complicated it would be, and that I could be rejected too (in matter of fact, I was from the first rabbi I went to. Actually, a Czech friend of mine who is converting because she made aliyah to marry her Jewish boyfriend, is going through hell), I just said no, because religion does not matter to me, an neither did to him, it's just because he was more comfortable with that, because he is in the army.

    In the end it did not matter though, because we broke up after 4 years, and it didn't have anything to do with that.

  • Meanit

    The fact you keep trolling us with that High Jackballs pic makes me want to stop visiting this site. Cut the shit, Pajiba.

  • Mrs. Julien

    In my defense, it was relevant to the diversion introduction and I didn't use the one in the image library that was a close up.

    I shan't use it again.

  • Maguita NYC

    I must say it. I really can't help myself. It is beyond my control. A losing battle.

    That picture. It's the new Deepthroat: Beyond Final Frontier poster. Right?

    I know, I deserve all kinds of mean things. Let me sincerely apologize for my lack of willpower.

    Here's your 5$.

  • emmalita

    Over on Pinterest, my friends are all pinning some cookies called "teabag cookies." They are shaped like teabags and partially dipped in chocolate. But all I can think of is this picture. Because teabagging, and I have a dirty, dirty mind.

  • Maguita NYC

    OMG!!! Teabag cookies... Even worst, CHOCOLATE DIPPED teabag cookies. Ewww.

  • Mrs.P

    I ate a wild pig that had been hit my then-boyfriend-now-husband's uncle (so, road kill). The pig was cooked in a "Mexican oven" which is basically a big hole in the ground filled with fire and covered with tin.

  • PDamian

    Cochito is AWESOME. Jealous!

  • Mrs.P

    There is a name for that? It really was delicious!

  • PDamian

    "Cochino" is pig; "cochito" is "little pig." For a proper Yucateco feast (Yucateco - of the Yucatan peninsula), marinate the pig in citrus juice and spices, then wrap it in banana leaves and burlap, then bury in a pit with burning coals and cover with tin and dirt, leaving the pig to slow roast for anything from 24 to 48 hours. This is called "cochinita pibil." There's also "cochito chiapaneco," or pig in the Chiapas style, which is rubbed with an ancho chile paste and can be buried or cooked in a big olla (cooking pot). The way your husband's uncle did it is called "cochito al horno," oven-cooked pig. There are lots of recipes for cochito, including Caribbean and Central American recipes. And now I'm hungry ...

  • Sara_Tonin00

    Country music. Original Star Trek. And I'm now fairly conversant in both DC and Marvel universes. and Sherlock Holmes.

    The trade off is Food Network and unicorns. Oh wait. They never bothered with the unicorns. And Food Network is not really worth watching any more even for me.

    So far my guys have already had a yen for musical theater, so my extremely nerdy musical proclivities haven't been torturous for them. (also explains the country music. When your iTunes is 75% showtunes, you don't have a claim to the musical highground.)

  • Sara_Tonin00

    Ah, I forgot that one guy sat through a lot of Olympic ice dancing with me. Even let me give some backstory and watched Torvill & Dean Youtube videos.

  • Jo 'Mama' Besser

    Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaa! Nooooooope!

  • betsy

    ...nearly the entirety of the goddamn george zimmerman trial. thank god it's over. does that qualify?

  • St. Hubbins

    Tell us more about your most deep and unparalleled suffering. Be strong.

  • Jo 'Mama' Besser

    holy handle misfire.

  • Mrs. Julien

    And yet still with the Spinal Tap reference.

  • Jo 'Mama' Besser

    You'll love it. It's a way of life. Of course you can meet Warren!

  • Maguita NYC

    You win!

  • DataAngel

    I tolerated wrestling for one person I dated. I usually read at the same time and missed everything, but it was on and I was in the same room, so I think that counts. Maybe I didn't take a bullet, but I got grazed, at least.

    Past partners have been convinced to go to college, get piercings, and/or explore the joys of vegetables ("You don't have to go vegetarian, but it wouldn't kill you to eat something that wasn't a carb or a cow once in a while."), classical music, film noir, and reading in general.

    The current partner-in-crime, I converted into a Whovian. And convinced him to go to college instead of going to an office job he hated and wishing he were dead. And convinced him to get a tattoo. He still hasn't learned to appreciate the Blues or Alphaville (the band or the film) but I'm working on it.

    I go to the gym with him.

    I think we can see who's generally the dominant personality in my relationships.

  • TheOriginalMRod

    I'd do anything for you dear anything for you mean everything to me.

  • Sara_Tonin00

    Go to Timbuktu?

  • Anne At Large

    And back again!

  • Mrs. Julien

    Speaking of Oliver!, it's a Christmas movie for Mr. Julien, so every year in amongst all the versions of A Christmas Carol we watch Oliver! because nothing says "Christmas" like the cudgeling of a prostitute.

  • Anne At Large

    Um, how festive?

  • Uriah_Creep

    That copy of Canadian History Dummies, though? That’s actually mine.

    There are indeed a lot of dummies in Canadian history, but I didn't know there was a book about them.

  • Mrs. Julien

    BC provincial politics is a trilogy.

  • DominaNefret

    I dated an ex for two years, and in that time went and saw every single comic book and video game movie that came out with him. I do not like comic book and video game movies.
    This was 2007-2009, so the quality of these movies was on a whole pretty low. I had to see both Fantastic Four movies.

  • Anne At Large

    Ugh, I still mock my husband for dragging me to The Silver Surfer, it seriously lowered his movie credibility. My condolences for having to watch both!

  • DominaNefret

    I can't even tell you how many terrible comic book and video game movies I saw in that two year period. They were coming out at an even faster pace then than they are now, because producers/directors didn't actually care if they were good.
    Iron Man and The Dark Knight came out in that window, launching the "hey, we can make good comic book movies!" revolution, but everything else was crap.

  • PDamian

    Years ago, I dated someone who was a gun enthusiast. In my defense, I didn't know he was a gun enthusiast or the extent to which he was a gun enthusiast until we'd been dating for about two months, and by then, I was so far gone in love (infatuated, actually; I was much younger then) that what ordinarily would have been a deal breaker became a silly quirk, easily excused. We moved in together, and for him, I learned how to use a Sig Sauer 9mm, a Ruger and a Colt .45 -- and I loathed the things every time I picked them up. I'm not violently inclined, and despite his attempts to soothe me by telling me how grateful I'd be to have the weapons around when (the "when" was pretty telling of his personality) our house was invaded, I never learned to like the stupid things. I knew damned well that I'd never be able to point the things at a human being, too.

    For him, I also went to our local police shooting range, and to an outside-the-city outdoor range for "plinking." Oddly, the beginning of our breakup came when, after a year or so, it became obvious that I was becoming a better shot than he was, something he just couldn't abide. We'd drive home from the range, and he'd almost drive us off the road while criticizing my stance, my grip -- everything but my aim, which was incontestible. We broke up, and he moved out with his guns, the gun safe that he purchased at my insistence, his copies of Guns and Ammo, and his wounded pride. To this day, he's a major aberration in my love life, and my personal cautionary tale.

  • Oddly enough, I've taken every girl I've dated in a serious or quasi-serious fashion to the gun range to fire off my .45 (no that's not a euphemism). I've found it to be (along with other indicators) a good litmus test for how the relationship is going to go.

    Feeling threatened because you were a better shot was super weak on that dude's part, though.

  • Maguita NYC

    Just reading your story I felt unease. The shit we do for the ones we fall in love with, and good riddance.

  • maureenc

    I thought I would be the only one who learned how to shoot for an ex! Never got used to shooting them, or even having them around, although I'll admit that plinking little green army men with a .22 rifle can be fun. We didn't live together, though, so I didn't have to live with the guns.

    But if I am ever nominated for a federal-level position, I will be able to tell the Senator from (insert gun-loving red state here) that yes, I have used a gun.

  • e jerry powell

    I was up above it
    Now I'm down in it.

  • McSquish

    I have learned more than I ever wanted to know about autonomous underwater vehicles, obscure math jokes, guys and dolls, volleyball, Bob Dylan, and ways to create chemical explosions from my hubby. I've spent hours hanging out with high school friends and learned how to talk to his reserved New England family (I am a Scots-Irish/Sicilian from Texas. We express our emotions and have way too much TMI). I also watched one of the LOTR movies every night for almost a year for him (big fan myself, but theres a limit). It was all worth it.

    For me, he has put up with 10 cycles of ANTM (after which even I had to cry uncle), my mother's nosiness and TMI tendencies, science fiction, Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte, Tommy James and the Shondells live in concert, and the occasional horror movie. The best thing he has done for me, however, is to adopt a big, goofy, sweet puppy who complicates everything and demands to be loved 24/7, despite his reservations. Man, I love that dog.

  • Sara_Tonin00

    I forgot ANTM. Yeah, I've subjected a guy to that. He knew that if VH1 was showing a marathon of an early season I wasn't getting anything done that day.

  • Anne At Large

    My husband is 10 years older than me and we are both music nerds. I have stuck by him through the middle eastern phase and the bluegrass phase (and gone to some interesting shows). The current phase is gypsy jazz, which I can fully get behind. But what he has successfully indoctrinated me on the most is music I missed from the 80's. The line was drawn after the third hour of the RUSH show though. I can tolerate them on the radio and respect their amazing musicianship, but hour 3 of them live broke me. The same was true of the Zappa plays Zappa show. Hour 3 seems to be my breaking point.

  • Milly

    I haven't done anything of note in order to impress/better understand a girlfriend - though I do attribute my love of romcoms to so many hours spent watching them in order to earn brownie points - but one girlfriend did something amazing for me.

    I love ska. I love punk. I love their bastard child skapunk. I dragged this girl to so many gigs around the northwest of England watching (relatively) big names and small names who played to 13 people (one show in Liverpool where the lead singer did a conga line through the place and ordered a round of aftershock shots for everyone).

    She put a good face on it, but I really thought she was doing it just to be nice and to humour me up until a year in where we were at a Less Than Jake gig in Manchester. A circle pit was formed and normally I keep well away from that because I'm not 12. But this time, the girl grabbed me by the hand and led me into the centre of it and we started to do some ballroom dancing.

    Now, neither of us had any clue as to what we were doing - foxtrot, paso doble whatever - but we were having fun with spins and pirouettes until we realised the song was over and we were getting a round of applause from the band.

    Her response? "I want you to remember this".

    Class girl. Shame I was such a monumental wanker at the time (still a wanker now).

  • I'll have to think about an actual contribution, but in the meantime, I think we all need to hear a WAV file of Ethel Merman covering NIN. So say we all. ALL DAMMIT!

  • Speaking of musical performances, I'm going to leave this here for Mrs. J. I think it's apropos to the discussion both because of the title of the video and the Canadian-ness of the singer: http://youtu.be/ZGoWtY_h4xo

  • emmalita

    So Say We All!

  • Mrs. Julien

    Said BF did not appreciate it, but I'm pretty sure it was what won Mr. J over. Kind of like when he referred to the non-Henson Frog of My Heart as "some kind of pod muppet". I was so in.

  • Arran

    Honestly, I've never insisted someone watch something unless I've been almost certain they'll actually love it. I know my audience.

  • foca9

    Haven't done anything like this in the few relationships I've been in (maybe that's the reason I'm not now AND why there haven't been a lot of them…?), but I have agreed to watch ‘One Tree Hill’ with the girl I have a crush on—luckily she suddenly wanted to watch ‘Homeland’ instead. Anyway, I would easily watch ‘One Tree Hill’ if she wanted me too!

  • koko temur

    i watched starwars for the first time only few months ago. It was one if these things that i missed by not growing up in the US, but when got addicted in my 20s to pop culture it felt to late to start. I thought; if a thing is referenced that much, if you know every plot turn, every ship name, every costume choice.... Well i surely cant enjoy it now.

    Well, im not with that boyfriend anymore (marry me, Maguita!), But im very, very happy i filled that particular cultural gap. The original trilogy absolutely holds up, and works well after decades if cultural references.

  • Maguita NYC

    Dude! I was about to ask your hand in marriage for you are one cool chick.

    But see, problems ahead: I am boy crazy. Love men, their smell, hairy chests, and everything else, and would only be cheating on you and you deserve so much better.

    Can you instead be my beard? We would totally have fun, travel the world and I would spoil you no matter my (discreet) wandering eye.

  • emmalita

    Dudes! You can do it! My best friend and I are totally hetero-sexual life partners. Her husband and I are good friends, too. If they die, their kids are mine. If she dies, I am absolutely not marrying him. That would be weird.

  • Maguita NYC

    This sounds amazing! Even if I'm acting manly already and making decisions without consulting with Koko first, I'm quite sure she'll agree to this:

    Would you do us the honor of being our hetero-hetero-beard-sexual life partner as well? Don't know yet what you'll inherit if one of us passes away, but I'm quite sure we would accumulate much through our many-many travels.

  • koko temur

    i do agree to this. And not only that, i already behaved manly and asked her aut 2 hours before you did.

    Who knew that the biggest problem in a hetero life partnership will be that it is unclear who exactly is the man ?

  • Maguita NYC

    Koko make no mistake about this, we are women. We are on top.

    I believe we've more than proved ourselves already in this lifetime to be very much our own persons. But if it reassures you, as far as I can remember, my poor father kept on shaking his head and repeating to all that I've got bigger balls then most.

  • koko temur

    i have a somewat related story. It actually should have been told on the CD about compliments a few weeks ago , but better late then never. And stuff.

    Fresh out of officers schoo i was stationed as the head of human resources of a large field unit. Out of 500 soldiers we had only about 80 girls and i was the only girl officer and the only officer in her 20s too. I stood out. My direct commander was a generl who was the head of the unit. Cool because you dont get involved in office politics, but not so convenient to approach if the other boys are being mean to you, you know what im saying? a few months in , we were walking late at night to ur ooms. The other male officers were trying to convince me they seen a snake under my own, ceperate shed i was housed in. As the only girl officer there was concern of sexual hurassment, but living ceperately caused some jelousy and friction too. Anyway, they were trying to scare me and i wasnt buying it. The commander heard the commotion, walked to our group, asked whats up. They tryed to wink at him so he will play along. He looked at them. Looked at me. Looked at them again and said "a snake? A snake should be afraid of HER" and walked away.
    The. coolest. thing. ever.

  • emmalita

    I do.

  • koko temur

    i have the same problem. Plenty of much cooler, smarter, filthier chicks around and yet i keep watching star wars for those stupid men with their stupid hairy chests. Gah, i tell you, gah.

    Sure, beard i shall be. I have big enough boobs you can put your drinks on, and, apparently, hide weapons in. its a match made in heaven.

  • chanohack

    Man I really don't want to disrupt your arrangement or anything but I totally want in on this. Maybe as an alternate? Like if one lady beard is out of town or busy entertaining a male? (I listed reasons but I couldn't make them not sound REALLY WEIRD so I deleted them please still consider me.)

  • Maguita NYC

    I am not possessive in the least, and I do want my Koko to be entertained and amused while I entertain and uhhh, conglomerate elsewhere (again, discretion).

    Know though that I am protective and will not let you abuse of her delectable china. Fair warning, I'll be keeping an eye on any disallowed funky-monkey exploitation.

  • Maguita NYC

    A divine tray for my drinks, and a décolleté to hide my artillerie. I am going to spoil you indeed!

  • BWeaves

    Can I come over and play, too? We can have a slumber party.

  • emmalita

    I'm going to go with yes.

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