Tales of Misogyny
I need to vent here. I've created an entire subcategory for my blog in tribute to the talented but underappreciated mis-ogynistic/-anthropic writer Patricia Highsmith. I need to deal with long-suppressed emotions and memories. I'm going to rant and rave, and I hope I don't offend anyone. The first rant is the most recent.
Beds
Last night, I got in trouble for getting into bed the wrong way. I entered the bed by climbing over its foot. This seemed like a logical way to get into bed for several reasons. My side of the bed is about 2 feet from the wall. Normally, I could walk up to the middle of the bed, pull down a corner of the covers and sheet, and enter from there. But recently, the space between the bed and wall has become cluttered on my side. There is now a chair filling most of the space there. I didnt' put it there. Surrounding the chair and occupying the remaining space between the wall and my side of the bed is my gf's laptop among heaps of books and laundry. (Some is of the books and some of my laundry are mine, I know.) Indeed, I had to climb over the foot of the bed to enter.
The bed frame at the foot of the bed is severla inches higher than the level of the mattress/sheets/blankets. After climbing onto the bed, I crawled up the lenght of thhe bed to the pillow, which is where the entrance of the sheet/blankets is located. So I squatted at the pillow, lifted the sheet and blankets from the mattress, and scooted under. A____ became angry and scolded me, and told me how uncouth I am for getting in bed this way. This hurt my feelings. I have slept on the floor (or ground) most of my life and am still not used to sleeping in beds.
So I haven't really been exposed to the rules of bed-etiquette. Since I've been dating A_, she's refused to allow me to set up my sleeping palette (a camping mat for softness and a sheet and blankets (she called it a "rat's nest" when she first saw it.) on the floor, much less sleep in it, and has insisted that I sleep in her bed with her. I, on the other hand, prefer that we both sleep on the floor in my cozy "rat's nest." Her bed (and beds in general) is too soft. My body sinks and twists in on itslef. The softness of the bed causes me to "V" down into it so my midsection is bend at an unnatutal angle. This puts pressure on my intenal organs and makes my shoulders terrible sore. Sometiems this causes me intense pain (strain in back, neck, shoulder, arm, hip, leg, stomach, etc.) that lasts throughout the next day(s). I don'r know whhat to do other than get used to it and get in the bed the way she wants me to.
I need to vent here. I've created an entire subcategory for my blog in tribute to the talented but underappreciated mis-ogynistic/-anthropic writer Patricia Highsmith. I need to deal with long-suppressed emotions and memories. I'm going to rant and rave, and I hope I don't offend anyone. The first rant is the most recent.
Beds
Last night, I got in trouble for getting into bed the wrong way. I entered the bed by climbing over its foot. This seemed like a logical way to get into bed for several reasons. My side of the bed is about 2 feet from the wall. Normally, I could walk up to the middle of the bed, pull down a corner of the covers and sheet, and enter from there. But recently, the space between the bed and wall has become cluttered on my side. There is now a chair filling most of the space there. I didnt' put it there. Surrounding the chair and occupying the remaining space between the wall and my side of the bed is my gf's laptop among heaps of books and laundry. (Some is of the books and some of my laundry are mine, I know.) Indeed, I had to climb over the foot of the bed to enter.
The bed frame at the foot of the bed is severla inches higher than the level of the mattress/sheets/blankets. After climbing onto the bed, I crawled up the lenght of thhe bed to the pillow, which is where the entrance of the sheet/blankets is located. So I squatted at the pillow, lifted the sheet and blankets from the mattress, and scooted under. A____ became angry and scolded me, and told me how uncouth I am for getting in bed this way. This hurt my feelings. I have slept on the floor (or ground) most of my life and am still not used to sleeping in beds.
So I haven't really been exposed to the rules of bed-etiquette. Since I've been dating A_, she's refused to allow me to set up my sleeping palette (a camping mat for softness and a sheet and blankets (she called it a "rat's nest" when she first saw it.) on the floor, much less sleep in it, and has insisted that I sleep in her bed with her. I, on the other hand, prefer that we both sleep on the floor in my cozy "rat's nest." Her bed (and beds in general) is too soft. My body sinks and twists in on itslef. The softness of the bed causes me to "V" down into it so my midsection is bend at an unnatutal angle. This puts pressure on my intenal organs and makes my shoulders terrible sore. Sometiems this causes me intense pain (strain in back, neck, shoulder, arm, hip, leg, stomach, etc.) that lasts throughout the next day(s). I don'r know whhat to do other than get used to it and get in the bed the way she wants me to.
