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Monthly Archives: September 2009

I like going to Great Clips because I engage with my “stylist” in thoughtful conversation among other things.  Yesterday, I asked  how her Gender Class was going?  She said, “It’s going very well.”  She went on to say, “It is interesting how men have been conditioned by our society.”  I added, “Yes, our families of origin have also contributed to our conditioning.”  Then she said, “Men have been conditioned not to cry because they are accused of being feminine.  Or men are encouraged not to get in touch with their feminine side.”   I then said, “We need to change this idea that men who cry are getting in touch with their feminine side.  Rather, it is human to cry.  Just like it is human to experience joy or any other emotion.  All humans were born with tear ducts to shed you guessed it,  tears.”  So, it’s not being feminine when men cry; rather, it is human to cry regardless on one’s gender.


Okay, I went to my oral surgeon today.  A little history is in order.  Two weeks ago, I went to the same oral surgeon and had to wait nearly an hour before my name was called to follow the assistant to the examining room.   So, this time, I arrived about 10 minutes early to better my chances of getting in right away.  I still had to wait 30 minutes or so to have my name called to follow the assistant to the examining room.  After the surgeon came into the room to give me some instructions on wearing a splint, he said, “Thanks for being patience.”  Crap!  I thought to myself.  I am the least patient guy in this office.  My patience or lack thereof was tried again.  On my way home,   I arrive at this 3 mile stretch that is only two lanes and you guessed it; the traffic inches along at a snail’s pace.  There are no accidents.  There are no animals in the road.  What’s going on?  I see school busses but they are moving.  I was getting more and more impatient with the motorist in front of me; he or she allowed everyone to make a left turn even when he or she had the right of way.  I almost hit my horn but I restrained myself.  Needless to say, I need to grow in patience.