Well, I’m off on holiday tomorrow so will try and keep this brief. But am never one to remain silent like Gunther…
“The One With all the Recycling”
Speaking of lurking silently, Chandler is trying to generate a cool aura of unavailability by not answering his phone. I used to do much the same until people stopped calling.
But it pays off for him as he manages to seduce a woman using his inside knowledge of her hang up on “Bob”.
As he says: on the one hand “pure evil” but on the other “horny and alone”. Fittingly on #InternationalMensDay both are apt descriptions for the new breed of “alt-right meninists” who’ve helped sweep Donald Trump to victory. Aggressively promoting their own country and decrying ISIS with no awareness that they are merely the western manifestation of the same phenomenon.
Still, if you’re going to hate women because they don’t sleep with you I suppose it’s better to vote Trump than behead people.
But enough politics (and please click here if you want to see the other side of #InternationalMensDay that isn’t just men complaining about feminism).
As Chandler finds, it’s nice to not feel alone (if briefly…). And I’ve drawn some comfort from the Friends™ being forced to choose between spending money on birthdays or nice dinners. I’m missing two birthday parties this week due to my holiday. But I know I shouldn’t complain. At least I don’t have to work for a few days!
But, as someone who gets paid a little less than a lot of his friends, I’m often in Phoebe, Joey and Rachel’s position of begrudgingly having to spend money I don’t really have.
I know talking about salary, very un-British. But I’m glad I’m not alone!
I’m rather sick of thinking about money at the moment. As someone in a relationship, I often fall victim to the truism that being in a relationship is bloody expensive. But rarely feel it as keenly as this week with a double whammy of holiday and my partner’s birthday. The struggle is real. The struggle mostly being not to ruin my partner’s birthday by talking about money the whole time.
Normally I find it quite easy to ignore differences in me and my Real Live Friends salaries (until my mum brings it up). But Friends™ has made me reassess my previous assumption that the numerous last minute holidays of Chandler Number 2 and Joey Number 1 were because they were single. And I suppose the fact they’re now dating. Really we should have seen it coming…
I’ve got to go pack now so will have to leave you as unsatisfied as Chandlers squeeze.
I haven’t even covered the implication Rachel slept with a father whilst babysitting.
Perhaps in an episode heavy with awkward situations the message really is that sometimes it’s better not to ask.
And poor Monica too, as she loses her job. But hey! She can always fall back on babysitting!
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
We’ve had a bit of a problem with our recycling bin of late. More precisely: we haven’t got one anymore.
I’m not entirely sure where it’s gone. I only hope if someone took it they’ve been using it themselves. It’s what the bin would have wanted.
Unfortunately my slavish middle-class devotion to not letting things go to waste has resulted in a build up of recycling in our flat. My partner is not best pleased but the cats are loving it.
“The One With all the Recycling”
Speaking of lurking silently, Chandler is trying to generate a cool aura of unavailability by not answering his phone. I used to do much the same until people stopped calling.
But it pays off for him as he manages to seduce a woman using his inside knowledge of her hang up on “Bob”.
As he says: on the one hand “pure evil” but on the other “horny and alone”. Fittingly on #InternationalMensDay both are apt descriptions for the new breed of “alt-right meninists” who’ve helped sweep Donald Trump to victory. Aggressively promoting their own country and decrying ISIS with no awareness that they are merely the western manifestation of the same phenomenon.
Still, if you’re going to hate women because they don’t sleep with you I suppose it’s better to vote Trump than behead people.
But enough politics (and please click here if you want to see the other side of #InternationalMensDay that isn’t just men complaining about feminism).
As Chandler finds, it’s nice to not feel alone (if briefly…). And I’ve drawn some comfort from the Friends™ being forced to choose between spending money on birthdays or nice dinners. I’m missing two birthday parties this week due to my holiday. But I know I shouldn’t complain. At least I don’t have to work for a few days!
But, as someone who gets paid a little less than a lot of his friends, I’m often in Phoebe, Joey and Rachel’s position of begrudgingly having to spend money I don’t really have.
I know talking about salary, very un-British. But I’m glad I’m not alone!
I’m rather sick of thinking about money at the moment. As someone in a relationship, I often fall victim to the truism that being in a relationship is bloody expensive. But rarely feel it as keenly as this week with a double whammy of holiday and my partner’s birthday. The struggle is real. The struggle mostly being not to ruin my partner’s birthday by talking about money the whole time.
Normally I find it quite easy to ignore differences in me and my Real Live Friends salaries (until my mum brings it up). But Friends™ has made me reassess my previous assumption that the numerous last minute holidays of Chandler Number 2 and Joey Number 1 were because they were single. And I suppose the fact they’re now dating. Really we should have seen it coming…
I’ve got to go pack now so will have to leave you as unsatisfied as Chandlers squeeze.
I haven’t even covered the implication Rachel slept with a father whilst babysitting.
Perhaps in an episode heavy with awkward situations the message really is that sometimes it’s better not to ask.
And poor Monica too, as she loses her job. But hey! She can always fall back on babysitting!
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
We’ve had a bit of a problem with our recycling bin of late. More precisely: we haven’t got one anymore.
I’m not entirely sure where it’s gone. I only hope if someone took it they’ve been using it themselves. It’s what the bin would have wanted.
Unfortunately my slavish middle-class devotion to not letting things go to waste has resulted in a build up of recycling in our flat. My partner is not best pleased but the cats are loving it.
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