Plain talking

Dear angst-ridden blog friend,

I have been occasionally following your blog. You write well. It's been a pleasure to read your blog. Until recently when I noticed a lot of posts that I don't agree with. They relate to your resentment that your parents have not accepted your relationship with your partner. I have been waiting for you to get over this reform-the-parents fixation for a while now.

It is none of my business but when I see the scores of people who are so sympathising with you and keeping their fingers crossed that your parents will fall in love with your mate soon, I feel compelled to write this post.

Dark Waters

On the days when the maid takes off, Ken is responsible for washing up his lunch-box and spoon after he gets back from school. He loves the whole process.

He ends up using about half my Vim bar and most of my dishwash liquid on the little lunch-box, but I console myself that he's learning to take care of his own stuff and that's a BIG lesson.

Question their skills, not their judgement

One of the things that really annoys me about movie reviews is when reviewers not only trash the movie but also question the judgement that actors show in accepting the role they played. As in, “I can't understand why X agreed to play this role,” or “Why does Y choose to act in such loser films?” Of course the critic's job may include criticizing the acting skills or the role itself. But they are going beyond their mandate when they make derogatory comments such as, “And X again reprises those dumb stupid roles that she's rapidly becoming famous for. Why does she keep doing the same kind of roles all the time!".