Personally, I don't think women are shopping, if that's what you're asking...

I have a good female (completely platonic) friend who is married to an honorably discharged Marine, and she would fill her Facebook newsfeed with updates from her life that variated between rapture and wonder at the experience of being a military and then veteran's spouse.  She's much more conservative than I am, politically, but but I was always glad to hear she was doing okay.

I bring this up because, as someone with professional degrees out the wazoo who has relocated based upon his partner's career path, and, therefore, without a job of his own set up and ready to start, I sort of strangely identify with the military spouse.  (This is also fascinating to me because my brother's wife is ex-Army, but that's for another post.)  It's tough to maintain trust in a relationship when you're separated; even worse when you're the one who hasn't anything to do but blog, paint, consider selling merchandise or etsy, or whatever.  As someone who has long advocated that women be considered peers within the professional workplace, and not underlings from the get-go, I've got to say that I'm glad that's the position I maintained.

Anyway, the title of this blog isn't a knock on hack comedians (of any race, though that completely raceless joke has, in my experience, been constantly attributed to male comedians of color in representations in the mass media, even though Rodney Dangerfield is the one who resurrected the Hagar the Horrible trope from the mines of the borscht belt) it's more of a chastisement to myself to not become like that strumming hipster dude from that very well made low-budget movie about a chemical attack on Los Angeles who dies because he gets super paranoid being home alone all day with nothing but his thoughts.  Anyway, yeah, seen it, refuse to act that out, I'm heading home for the holidays.  Best wishes to you all.

BL

P.S. - I'm not actually equating separation overseas from those you love (which I have experienced as part of a war crimes tribunal) with having your spouse/partner working and meeting new people while you're feeling lamed up for no good reason and have inherited generations worth of messages telling you that men work elsewhere and their women stay home - I'm just dealing with something akin to an on purpose role-reversal from Don to Betty that is definitely feeling a bit less happenstance than I am comfortable with.  Anyway, again, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays...