This weeks' Seattle Weekly column is up. I realize that for whatever reason, I haven't been linking to them lately. I think it's because the paper keeps relegating me to online-only and it's getting on my nerves. But I'm going to mention this week's effort because it marks a departure from my old way of thinking.
I used to be one of those women who swore they'd never check up on their boyfriend. I would castigate snoopy friends for their mistrustful ways and just generally pat myself on the back for being above all that. Not anymore. Though I don't advocate anyone devote hours to investigating their beloved, I've heard enough stories lately that I think that in a relatively sane relationship, people resort to snooping only when they can tell their partner is hiding something.
That's not to say I check up on my boyfriend—I have no reason to mistrust him—but if I got that feeling, whoa whoa, that cheating feeling, I'd probably do a little digging.
Or, as a wise, wise woman once told me (dategirl)...next time you chose a friend (or boyfriend) don't chose the runt in the corner gnawing on his own turds. This guy's obviously a runty little turd gnawer.
Posted by: osisbs | May 24, 2007 at 01:01 PM
Oooh, I forgot about that! I do occasionally deliver a gem, don't I?!?
Posted by: Judy McSmartyPants | May 24, 2007 at 05:13 PM
lo, dategirl. i have a new name for those who displease me. when you nail it, you nail it. all day i was agape in admiration for "runty little turd gnawers."
Posted by: kc | May 24, 2007 at 10:49 PM
I can't stop laughing.
Posted by: osisbs | May 25, 2007 at 12:49 PM