Wednesday, June 24, 2009

An Open Letter

Dear People-Who-Have-Opinions-On-Everything,

Why do you feel that you must share your opinions on my life decisions, when it has nothing to do with you and affects you in no way what-so-ever?

I don't need to be told that I'm "giving up my career for some guy" or that doing my PhD is useless if I'm "just going to stay home" or doing something other than academia. Questions and comments like these are not only extremely nosey, but also insulting - to both me and DH! You don't know why I am making the decisions I am, or what the whole story is, so why do you feel the need to be a total asshole? Do I tell you that you're a frickin' idiot for some of the shit you do? No, I don't.

Do you know what else bothers me, PWHOOE? When you try to infer that it's not me making my decisions, but that DH is doing it for me. It can't possibly be that I want to move where he finds a job and actually want to live with my husband, or that we can make such decisions together. No...that's just impossible! It must be that I'm "following" him, like a lost, stupid puppy, with no aspirations of her own.

Of course, if he were to move where I found a job, that would be okay...but since it's the other way around, I must not be a feminist and am letting DH walk all over me because he's a man, and that's just what they do. They're all jackasses and treat us like shit, don't they, PWHOOE?

Oh, and if you can't tell (since you're not so good at the picking-up-on-social-cues thing), that was sarcasm.

So, let's make a deal: you shut your trap when it comes to giving me your asinine (and uneducated) opinions about my life, and I won't punch you in the face/knee you in the balls. Mkay?

Sincerely yours,
Mrs. (yes, it's okay to be a Mrs.) Comet Hunter