Make It Stop is a weekly column in which Anna Goldfarb — the blogger behind Shmitten Kitten and Shlooby Kitten — tells you what’s up. Want a fresh take on a stinky dilemma? Email email@example.com with the subject “Make It Stop.” She’ll make it all better, or at least make you laugh. Girl Scout’s honor.
I have a twin brother and I’ve always been the “adventurous” twin. I went to college several states away while my twin, for a number of reasons, commuted from home. After I graduated, I got a job several states away as well. While I have made several disparaging comments about my twin’s life choices in the past, I’ve tried to mend fences to no avail. We don’t talk regularly anymore. Every time I come home for the holidays, my twin takes something innocuous I say and twists it, going into a screaming fit about how I should go back to wherever I live and never come back. Needless to say, it makes coming home uncomfortable and I don’t want to anymore. My parents usually see that he is overreacting but don’t seem able to stop it either. Do you have suggestions to help mend our fights or make them stop?
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Ahh, the holidays. It’s a time for extreme awkwardness, forced social interaction and perpetual lies regarding the status of your not-very-exciting life. But perhaps the most uncomfortable encounter of all is when your new boyfriend meets your parents for the first time. Will Mom approve? Will Dad make some kind of unnecessary comment about his gun collection? Will your boyfriend fuck it all up by mentioning his band? Before you make the introduction, watch this video to prepare yourself for what everyone will be thinking during the process, and strategize accordingly. [Glamour]
I’m gonna tell you some cute stories about my nephews! I got to Texas yesterday morning to visit my family for Christmas. I’ve got three nephews who are better than anyone else’s kids, ever, in every single way, especially in cuteness.
The first thing my middle, four-year-old nephew did when I got in the car was ask, “Aunt Becca? How is Uncle?” By that he meant my boyfriend Michael, to whom he has never referred as “uncle” but I guess that’s a thing now (it was SO SWEET). In what I can vouch for as a complete and total accident, the eldest, 10-year-old nephew saw one of his unwrapped Christmas presents (it wasn’t very well-hidden), and was so wracked with guilt over having seen it that he decided he had to tell his parents. And the youngest, two-year-old nephew figured out how to get out of his crib and has been torturing my sister and brother-in-law at bedtime, but last night he decided he had to get out of his bed to give me a hug goodnight. They’re all way too adorable for words.
And, of course, the two-year-old is sick with a cold. I forgot to bring preparatory materials, so I’ll be sick with a cold too. I’m using my poor planning skills to help all of you other people who spend 60 percent of your time alone and another 35 percent of your time around healthy adults to make last-minute adjustments to your packing lists. Keep reading »
You get off the airplane and into the backseat of your dad’s car and say to yourself, “Why the heck did I ever leave this place?” Everything is exactly how you remember it.
Your childhood room is still stuffed with decorations from sophomore year of high school. A ratty desktop computer with dial up Internet, a wall lined with Clay Aiken posters, Bop Bop a giraffe stuffed animal that looks like it’s been through a war. That shopping center down the street still has your favorite Italian restaurant, where the garlic rolls are served with steam sliding off the top. And any drive around town has you passing by spots where you spent late nights loitering with friends. Read more on Huffington Post Women…
Like many American families who celebrate Christmas, mine does it in a pretty secular way. The more observant among us attend services to mark the holiday, but the magnet that pulls our scattered members across the country to one point in the Midwest is, I think, the same as what brings you and yours together on your special occasions. Togetherness. Kinship. Love — however mixed up with less-exalted emotions — of family.
This gets a little complicated when, like me, you’ve publicly stated you may never speak to your mother again. Keep reading »
I’m not one of those girls who started planning her wedding before even hitting puberty. I didn’t create a pre-engagement “Someday…” Pinterest board. Nothing against those girls, but it wasn’t for me. I wanted to wait to plan my wedding until it was a real, tangible thing. (Not to mention, my tastes change on such a regular basis that, if I were to go with a wedding I planned 10 years ago, I’d probably cry upon seeing my centerpieces.)
That said, there are a few elements of my wedding that were decided well before the ring was on my finger. One of those things: My dad won’t be the only one to lead me down the aisle; rather both my parents will take that walk with me. When my sister got married in 2008, our parents walked her down the aisle together. It was the first time I had seen or heard of that happening (then again, I never thought about it before her wedding), but it made so much sense. My sister’s was one of the first weddings I had ever been to, and I just kind of figured this whole both-parents-down-the-aisle thing was becoming common. I mean, it was 2008; why stick to the antiquated idea of the father being the one to “give the bride away”? Keep reading »