Ahh, the age old question, can men and women "just " be friends? First I have to ask, why is this a question? Why do so many want to neglect what is natural and how we are wired, to work so hard to create the false premise that it is possible for men and women to be just friends.
In this video shot on a college campus, students go out and interview both male and female students asking them this question, can men and women be "just" friend? What you see clearly is that the female students happy declared "YES" while the men snickered and answered in the negative. When the women are asked specifically if that male friend of theirs is interested in them, they sheepishly say yes to that as well.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=T_lh5fR4DMA
What happened to a time when men and women acknowledged who we are, and acted accordingly. We were careful not to put ourselves in a predicament for questionable things to happen, such as a male and female student who are just "friends" studying late into the night in one or the others dorm room, and the moment provides itself for a one night stand, and depending on each of their relationship status, as well their relationship, has been changed forever.
In Judaism there are laws of "yichud"
Yichud is loosely translated as seclusion. Meaning there are very specific laws about a man and woman not married to each other and what situations of privacy or seclusion are OK are which are not. This is not to say that all men are animals, it is simply acknowledging that everyone has this weakness, it is how G-d made us.
Why are we such a generation of denial?
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Oddly Organized, Sometimes
Everyone has their way of doing things. I am pretty particular about where things are in my kitchen, which knives are used for what, and don't even get me started about which pots and pans go on which burner. Now don't get me wrong, my pot tops are always hard to find in the pot cabinet, but the point is, it's my pot cabinet and I can find to top I need every time.
Now there is nothing I enjoy more than when the house is sparkling and everything is in order, but in all honestly, its a small house with three kids that situation only lasts a short time. I feel like I am constantly cleaning up and picking up, and I am. That's just how it is with little ones, with lots going on.
I wouldn't call myself messy, but not meticulously organized to the "T".
Today I was getting some clothes together to send it to my sister for her young son, and I pulled out an adorable cardigan, but I noticed that it was missing a button, what a shame. But then I jumped up and got my button box! It is a small organizer box with small sections and every time I buy something with extra buttons I put it in that box, and low and behold! I found the button from the cardigan, 4 years later! I safety pinned it to the label on the cardigan and packed it into the box and sent it off.
My husband made a comment that he was so impressed, especially since it was so not like either of us. But why is it not like either of us? Just because my house doesn't look picture perfect like I would like it to all the time, doesn't mean that I don't appreciate the meticulous organization of the Stepford wives?
That made me start to think, is perfection always needed, or is it something that needs to be there at the right time, and that's good enough? Are we striving for perfection or just getting by? And perfection to one, may not be perfection to another.
So as I stay up waay past the time the rest of the house has gone to sleep, and I pick up more toys in the dining room, wash more dishes and wipe down the counters again, I look at my little piles that adorn many corners in my house and think, if I know what is in that pile, that makes it semi-organized.
Now there is nothing I enjoy more than when the house is sparkling and everything is in order, but in all honestly, its a small house with three kids that situation only lasts a short time. I feel like I am constantly cleaning up and picking up, and I am. That's just how it is with little ones, with lots going on.
I wouldn't call myself messy, but not meticulously organized to the "T".
Today I was getting some clothes together to send it to my sister for her young son, and I pulled out an adorable cardigan, but I noticed that it was missing a button, what a shame. But then I jumped up and got my button box! It is a small organizer box with small sections and every time I buy something with extra buttons I put it in that box, and low and behold! I found the button from the cardigan, 4 years later! I safety pinned it to the label on the cardigan and packed it into the box and sent it off.
My husband made a comment that he was so impressed, especially since it was so not like either of us. But why is it not like either of us? Just because my house doesn't look picture perfect like I would like it to all the time, doesn't mean that I don't appreciate the meticulous organization of the Stepford wives?
That made me start to think, is perfection always needed, or is it something that needs to be there at the right time, and that's good enough? Are we striving for perfection or just getting by? And perfection to one, may not be perfection to another.
So as I stay up waay past the time the rest of the house has gone to sleep, and I pick up more toys in the dining room, wash more dishes and wipe down the counters again, I look at my little piles that adorn many corners in my house and think, if I know what is in that pile, that makes it semi-organized.
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