tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33026160.post6369557453338741953..comments2024-01-27T10:30:40.878-08:00Comments on Grow This: FamilyWeeping Sorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05617503185773155102noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33026160.post-56019407307428400002008-04-15T15:20:00.000-07:002008-04-15T15:20:00.000-07:00I realize now that our next president should come ...I realize now that our next president should come from such a family — or have its functional equivalent in advisers. We all need people who love us enough to call us on our blind spots, rationalizing, errors and omissions. As Jon Stewart, Sage of Our Times, noted recently, all the dire predictions of what will happen if we "fail" in Iraq coincide precisely with what should have been considered as likely consequences if we went in there in the first place. But no one dared to tell the arrogant architects that they weren't wearing any clothes. (Don't ya just love hopelessly mixed metaphors?) If only people they respect (admittedly tough to find, for narcissists) had insulted their crazy ideas and lame-ass judgment.<BR/>My point is that it is tough to grow up to be an arrogant know-it-all in such a family — present company excepted, of course.<BR/>Warm regards, 4 of 9Martha in Michiganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01337334262585721896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33026160.post-84302179376563313042008-04-15T14:16:00.000-07:002008-04-15T14:16:00.000-07:00Sounds like my kind of tupperware partySounds like my kind of tupperware partyWeeping Sorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05617503185773155102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33026160.post-33774892586755981842008-04-14T17:16:00.000-07:002008-04-14T17:16:00.000-07:00Family is pretty effing important. (Mainly for no...Family is pretty effing important. (Mainly for no other reason than to point out the points of fault in one's own person, but then again, that's my experience.) Your post reminded me of one of my favorite family stories. My mother and sisters (all five sisters) were at one of their houses having a Tupperware party in the 1970s sometime (when Tupperware was indesputably King, of course) and the Tupperware drone, or hostess, was insisting everyone play a particularly stupid game. My aunt Therese answered a question wrong, and my aunt Patsy said, "No, the answer's X, you stupid bitch," and they swear the Tupperware drone nearly had a heart attack right there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com