Friday, November 6, 2009

Jew and Dr.Pepper: A Love Story

"I can tell you're Jewish by your pointy nose and your beady, money-grubbing eyes."

All jokes and teasing aside, sometimes the Man just downright surprises me with his Jewishness. (Jewishism? Jewishosity?) For the most part, he hardly recognizes his Hebrew heritage other than the occasional matzo ball and bottle of Mogen David during Hanukkah. However, he can be the poster child for the cheap Jew stereotype. He's always looking for a great deal, he never throws anything away, and will go to great lengths to avoid wasting food (including drinking a half gallon of milk that was so rancid, it was basically cottage cheese). Last night he stopped by Jewel on his way home from a meeting to pick up a container of cinnamon (for sugar bear)and came back with ten (10) two-liter bottles of pop. Apparently they were on sale for a buck, but then he found a bunch of 55 cent off coupons attached to the bottles, which brought the grand total to 45 cents a bottle. And of course, he couldn't pass up such a great deal.

So now we have a dozen eggs, a loaf of bread, cheese, and 5.28 gallons of Dr.Pepper in our refrigerator. Awesome.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Early Marriage: A Rant Part II

I just received a phone call from a current married student who was wondering if his wife could spend the next school year living in the dorms. Come to find out they're both 20 years old and she really wants to have the "dorm life experience" so she is willing to spend 9 months living apart from her husband in order to do so.

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!

My head literally hurts from the stupidity and lack of judgement. If you want to have the dorm life experience, then for goodness sakes wait a few years to get married! For the love of all that is good and right, research shows that waiting three years to have sex has resulted in zero deaths.
Seriously. I explained to this gentleman that if his wife were to live in the dorms (which, thankfully, is not allowed) she would have to adhere to a strict curfew, restricted overnight passes, and extremely limited open house hours. Sounds like a recipe for a great marriage to me.

Geez o Pete.

It makes me wonder what role (if any) their parents play. If I wanted to get married at 20 (not that it would have ever happened considering I was a blundering idiot back then), my parents would first laugh at my ridiculous request and then give a resounding no. They're not harsh or unloving or unsupportive -- quite the contrary. They encouraged us to become responsible, mature(ish), and functioning individuals before committing to a spouse. A 20 year old is neither responsible nor mature and I would question their ability to function as a productive member of society.

My word.

Needless to say I feel pretty strongly about this subject. That is why I have created my own blog so I can stand on my soapbox and shout at all the morons in the world. The end.