Archive for the 'Perfectly Imperfect' Category

Acting like a Girl

Friday, June 10th, 2011

by Elizabeth Spannuth

I often joke that I am “breaking down gender stereotypes” when I exhibit certain social behaviors that have traditionally been associated with men, such as opening doors or paying the check. Even though these behaviors are more the exception than the rule in these times, the stereotype still persists. I was shocked and amazed earlier this week when my boyfriend broke down the gender stereotype of men being emotionally clueless.

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Perfectly Imperfect

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011

by Elizabeth Spannuth

“You have the cutest little fat rolls!” proclaimed one of my yoga friends. I do Bikram yoga, which involves a room heated to 105 degrees. Naturally, this practice involves wearing as little clothing as possible, no matter how thin you are. It’s true I have a few extra pounds and that I wear the equivalent of a 2-piece bathing suit for this class. However I would never have expected anyone to come up behind me, grab a “love handle” and give a shout to my “fat rolls.”

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The Story of a Bed

Tuesday, May 24th, 2011

by Elizabeth Spannuth

I need a new bed. One might think that the choice to get a new bed would be a no-brainer, but I am discovering that my attachment to my luxurious double pillow top friend is deeper than I ever knew. This was the first brand new bed that I can remember having. For 13 years it has given me hours of excellent rest and rejuvenation, as well as serving as a platform for various carnal delights. This impending change has me thinking about everything this bed and I have been through together: the good, the bad and the ugly. Through marriage, divorce, boyfriends, friends with benefits, and celibacy this bed has always been a refuge and an excellent partner. And this bed is not just for humans: it has also provided a refuge for my human-size dogs and panther-like cat. They will slip into the bedroom when they don’t want to be disturbed. I often walk in on them catching a nap complete with their heads on the pillow.

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