As I said in my previous post, in my family we are a bit 'all pathological cases. Some more than others, and I, wrongly, I persecutes the poor aunt I am going to talk to when I practice the use of the word. They told me that my career started at 3 years, when I realized for the first time that the person I was before a specimen was quite unique. To be studied carefully. Being common among bloggers find cute nicknames for people they are talking about (it seems to me a bullshit, but it will be a privacy issue) ZiaZ I thought I'd call it, a bit 'cause I like the symmetry of Z, a little' because spinster aunt is too long, although I do not exclude using it from time to time. And then she is the embodiment of the myth of the spinster aunt that everyone, even in the best families, a little 'bigoted, old, that if you know that you kissed someone asks you to exorcise the boy and then report to sexual violence.
It must be said that my aunt loves me, poor dear, and though the love is reciprocated, I can not really fail to report on this blog some of his teachings, not just to make the simple irony (I've already ; said I do not like to shoot the red cross), but to give an idea of how the home-maid-Neapolitan media see the world. I prefer starting from the second equality of the sexes ZiaZ:
- when you cycle, do not go near the plants, otherwise die;
- eh, but that he deserved to be left! She thinks that her husband left his dirty socks around home and she even puts it in the bathroom, (this has haunted me for years, I swear! My husband will bring the tights!)
- and oh well, it is normal that your brother does not remake the bed, is man
- let me understand, you do not put things in order to Your father?;
- not to brag, but my sister is a real woman! Her husband leaves two dirty shirts to be washed daily and she spends all day Sunday to iron;
- when I was your age, for lunch I did find your father even freshly squeezed orange juice, (we know who we have to thank my father did not even know if pouring a glass of water)
- a girl like that way ... When her boyfriend went to his house, he always found embroidering;
- but you love him or not? So why should not sisemargli clothes in the closet?;
- found a nice Italian boy and then tell me if you still want to go abroad;
- I care more for your brother, so why a woman can ever be a housewife ...;
- you're sure that your sister is a good girl, and why want to go out with her friends and not just those of your brother?;
and so on, in a crescendo of monstrosity. You will understand that there is no love that can withstand. The height, in terms of equality, has reached a few days ago. My brother (who from now on, for convenience, call Friars) left home with my mother. In the morning I know is that she went to work and he came home with a new printer, bought on sale at 30 €. I understand that no one thought to keep a receipt from 30 € for a printer. I also realize that, over the years, we have accumulated receipts radio, VCRs, DVD players, monitors, TV, notebook, netbook, mp3 players, camcorders, cameras, radios, scanners, printers, keyboards, Muos, motherboards, ram, video and audio completely unnecessary, since there are no never served at all. And I emphasize the never. Then you'll understand that if after 10-odd years of various electronic gadgets, the only one that fails is what you have lost your receipt, you jump a pochinino nerves. Stupid (because I, sooner or later I'll learn to keep my mouth closed), I told him what had happened to my aunt. His response was, "why do not you and you kept the receipt?". I tried to point out that I, that day at that hour, I was sleeping peacefully in my bed, but I have nothing against the iron logic of ZiaZ. Because, you see, I am a woman ! So no matter if he bought that printer Friars alone (then I discovered that the mother waited in the car, which had already been late to work!), I'd have to ask the sales receipt and jealously guard it, because if ever the printer was broken, the responsibility had to be all mine, as a woman. I tried to ask if this man is absolutely de-responsibility due to its inability or its superiority (ie, it is too fool to keep a receipt or is too "sir" to deal with certain meanness?) and the response was "you you're strange. Wrong reasons. Make sure that sooner or later your boyfriend is too tired. " I
, strong of his teachings, I have established some ground rules with my boyfriend: we will divide the housework and we will do the shopping together, settle out her closet, so it's ever likely to having to ask where are his socks (in a drawer - which drawer? - your - but which one? - the first - no - right - there are - look better - there are - look better - there are ... ah, here they are) , will bring his dirty laundry in the laundry basket and trouble if I leave it around, if you would change five shirts a day, free to do so provided that if the wash, and whether the board. You will not love him enough, it will be a woman of "hurt" or that are not a "real woman", but I do not like the idea of spending time picking up dirty underwear around the house and ironing shirts. Could, I'd rather do something else. Possibly
with him. Possibly
sex.
ie not providing generous aid to those who should be my duties as a woman-mother-wife, I believe we will gain too. Sure, I'll be a woman-mother-wife failed, unable to carry out a home, meet the sexual needs of my husband, work and raise children alone.
At the end of this post, as this blog has three readers and one of them is really my boyfriend, I wish him good morning with a romantic song that so reminds me of our situation. So can not say that I did not warn you!
And since the other two players (indeed, readers) do not understand the Neapolitan, I add the translation.
Get a woman, treat her badly
,
mandala every now and then hospital
not calculate it, and when you touch the four
kicked in the mouth.
You understand that you are an animal,
do feel that the stronger you are,
sometimes you have to break the teeth
with these systems to teach her to live.
then you'll see that you love because the woman
like to take and then you'll see that he will understand that
slaps can not live without.
Get a woman, treat her well
,
mandala on holiday in Fregene,
flaws mink and even diamond,
let you take a lover,
flaws make the lady with the dog, go ahead
the villa in Positano,
the need to buy a nice Toyota
the fashionable woman your wife wants to do. So yes
'll leave you will not want to wash your socks, *
then being left alone
just because your wife sends you to fancu * o.
No dear friend, the argument did not hold, the
I take every day by my wife;
that hit me, drag me by the hair,
me the kick in the kidneys.
I was looking for the perfect woman, but my wife
pushed around,
sometimes work well on the ground
happens if I do not want a war iron.
In this love there is no dignity,
commands the woman and the man accepts it, and I remember the words of
mom "you what do you do with the end of dad. "
* but this is a sock down the Neapolitans? That is, a woman has to go for this life to wash socks picked up from every corner of the house? Or, better yet, to remove the man personally, when back from work tired and worn out, he sits on his chair and his wife is already on all fours with his slippers in his mouth?
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