Month: September 2007

  • WHO AM I, AND WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

     

    Conventional wisdom states that men tend to be defined by their work and that women tend to be defined by their relationships. For example: I’m in sales, so people typically define me as “a sleazy, overbearing, bad-suit-wearing, insincere, Herb Tarleck wannabe,” while my wife, who happens to be both brilliant and gorgeous, is generally defined as “a woman who could have done much better for herself in the marriage department.” 

     

    Is this culturally passé method of defining people appropriate? In the case of the two examples cited above, absolutely; but in general, I believe it creates problems for both the “defined” and the “definee.”

     

    Allow me to break this discussion down into three sections: Is it true? Is it productive? And, is it possible to change?

     

    Is it true?

     

    Do men and women really define themselves differently? In order to determine this, I did a highly scientific study in which I clicked randomly on the profiles of fellow Xangaites. Within the first ten clicks on the sites of women, I found the following “self-descriptions” in the opening line of their profiles: Parent, Caregiver, Trophy Wife, and Crazy Jewish Mother.  Within the first ten clicks on the sites of men I found: Cowboy, Fireman, Beer Connoisseur, and Sex God.

     

    This proves conclusively that conventional wisdom is true, and (as in the case of final male example) that serious self-delusion may also be a factor.

     

    Is it productive?

     

    For women, if the relationships in their lives are going well, they can pride themselves on investing their energy in having a positive and lasting impact on the lives of the people they love. If the relationships in their lives are going badly, there is always the risk that they could descend into a spiral of shame and self loathing over why they ever wasted their time on that “lying, two-timing, tiny-dicked, asshole.”

     

    For men, if their jobs are going well, they can pride themselves on their achievements and bask in the adulation of their peers. If their jobs are going badly, there is always the risk that they might be fired and then return later to their place of business with an automatic weapon.

     

    Is it possible to change?

     

    Probably not.

     

    I will admit that I’m not always defined by my job. People often forget my name and refer to me as Jordan’s dad or Kathy’s husband. This is because my son and my wife are both extraordinary people and compared to them I am a monument to mediocrity. But I’m not bitter about this…really…I’m not.

     

    In all seriousness, when we define ourselves by a narrow set of criteria we short-change who we really are, and we when define others by the same narrow set of criteria we short-change who they really are.  I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately because of the work situation I described in my last post.  I’ve been allowing the time commitments and the stress at work to affect both my personality and my priorities. I’ve been so focused on work that I’ve found myself coming home and talking to my wife like she’s an errant employee. My son and his wife also bought their first home six months ago and I haven’t been down to see it yet. Both of the above are pretty awful.

     

    I’m trying to remind myself daily that work is not who I am, it’s what I do. It’s not my life, it simply finances it. There’s a big difference.

     

    Well, clicking on all those profiles has shown me that I need to go back and update mine. I want it to be truly indicative of who I am so I’m definitely going to add “sex god.”

  • WHAT I DID ON MY SUMMER VACATION

     

    I have a confession to make. During my hiatus from Xanga I wasn’t actually holed up in a Mexican prison on bizarre animal molestation charges (at least not for the whole summer).

     

    In reality I was…

     

    …working on a series of “House of Bush” action figures including; Rumsfeld, Gonzales, and Rove.The figures were the type that say something when you pull a cord with a ring on it. Rumsfeld said “I don’t do diplomacy,” Gonzales said “I don’t recall,” and Rove just laughed like Satan. The problem was that they only worked if Bush pulled their string. <rimshot>

     

    Ok, that’s not really what I’ve been doing.

     

    In reality I was…

     

    …working as a script writer for OJ’s new live-action drama set in Las Vegas. My riveting script has been getting a lot of air play and I’m a little worried about it getting stolen. So just let me say that if any of you motherf*&*rs think you can steal my sh*t and get a way with it, I’m going to back your motherf%$#ing a$$ up against the wall and put a bullet in your motherf&*#ing head.

     

    Ok, that’s not really what I’ve been doing.

     

    In reality I was…

     

    …making a video tape in which I express my displeasure over the mistreatment of the greatest gift ever given to the world.

     

    Ok, Ok, Ok…that’s not really what I’ve been doing.

     

    In reality I was…

     

    Working.

     

    I wish it could be something more glamorous than that, but it is what it is. I think I’ve mentioned that my sales for last year SUCKED. Well, this year I’ve been able to turn that around. The problem with the contracting business is that once you sell something, you actually have to do the work. The last three or four months have been a nightmare. I shouldn’t complain; I can actually afford to eat most of the time now, but our company’s resources have been stretched to the point that we’ve had to perform several company-wide episiotomies just to get through the summer.

     

    I could have easily worked 100-hour weeks all summer long and still not made a dent in what needed to be done. There were a couple of times this summer I almost walked off the job never to return, but my mortgage holder kept calling me to remind me that it probably wasn’t a good idea.

     

    The stress at work has been slowly turning me into someone I don’t like very much, and I’ll probably write more about that later. However, the good news is that we are in a short lull in the storm and I’m beginning to feel more like myself again…

     

    …a truly juvenile and sophomoric excuse for an adult male.

     

    I want to say thank you to everyone who has encouraged (threatened) me to come back to Xangaland. I’ve missed it, and I’ve missed all of you.