Dear Margo | 08/06/2009 12:00 am
Dear Margo: Sick of the Tall Remarks
Sick of the Tall Remarks
Dear Margo: My daughter is 8 years old and probably 4 inches taller than girls her age. She also has large feet. We have lived in Indiana, Michigan and now Wisconsin and still get the rude comments about how tall my daughter is. One neighbor, when he first saw her, said he thought she was 10 or 11, and said it in front of her! I suggested she tell people she likes being tall, but I can see that the remarks bother her. We were at a birthday party and the mother of the birthday girl kept telling me how tall my daughter was and how tall I was, as if we didn’t know. Another woman at this party said, "Wow, you must have a hard time with sizes." When we lived in Michigan, there were two queen-bee types who went on and on about how tall my daughter was to other women at a school function, which I took as an attempt to make my daughter out to be different. One of them even focused on her feet, her shoe size probably being larger than kids her age. How do I get the rude tall remarks to stop? Any good comebacks so people know they are being rude or out of line? — Tired of Hearing It
Dear Tired: One can never stop rude remarks, and ever was it thus. People always say dumb things without thinking. (I know I have.) As for the height and large feet, that’s how people described Jackie O. I would kill to be tall, but I do understand it’s hard on little girls when they feel "different" from the girls in their class. I would try showing your daughter fashion magazines where most of the models are tall. And since you, yourself, are tall, you can tell her you’ve always regarded it as a plus. Explain that most of the girls will catch up, and her growth spurt may be happening early. As for a comeback, try, "I know that being short is difficult, but I’m sure your daughter will grow." — Margo, sassily
The Departure of Desire
Dear Margo: I am a 24-year-old woman, married for three years. I love my husband, and we have two young children. We are pretty happy, though not exceptionally so, but we hardly ever have sex. There is nothing wrong with my husband; actually, he would like it to be every day. I find myself thinking about other men and wondering what it would be like to be "together." I even think about having affairs, although I don’t think I could bring myself to do it. I think about one day being divorced. I just don’t feel very attracted to him. Before we got married, our sex life was great. After the birth of our first child, it was pretty good again. Then after my second child, it became nonexistent. When we do have sex, I just go along with it so he’ll stop asking for a few days. I feel bad for him and am afraid he might find somebody else to give him satisfaction. I just don’t know what to do. Counseling is an obvious choice, but we have no insurance. I feel like my marriage will end if this does not change. Advice? — No Libido
Dear No: Something has turned you off your husband and you need to find out what it is. First, hunt down the institutions in your area that offer free mental health care. There are also books that deal with your problem, as well as online support groups. Peer counseling can be surprisingly effective. You haven’t been married long enough for sex to be old hat, so something else is going on. (Maybe caring for two little kids?) My feeling is that if it was good once, it can be good again. — Margo, optimistically
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Dear Margo: My daughter is 8 years old and probably 4 inches taller than girls her age. She also has large feet. We have lived in Indiana, Michigan and now Wisconsin and still get the rude comments about how tall my daughter is. One neighbor, when he first saw her, said he thought she was 10 or 11, and said it in front of her! I suggested she tell people she likes being tall, but I can see that the remarks bother her. We were at a birthday party and the mother of the birthday girl kept telling me how tall my daughter was and how tall I was, as if we didn’t know. Another woman at this party said, "Wow, you must have a hard time with sizes." When we lived in Michigan, there were two queen-bee types who went on and on about how tall my daughter was to other women at a school function, which I took as an attempt to make my daughter out to be different. One of them even focused on her feet, her shoe size probably being larger than kids her age. How do I get the rude tall remarks to stop? Any good comebacks so people know they are being rude or out of line? — Tired of Hearing It
Dear Tired: One can never stop rude remarks, and ever was it thus. People always say dumb things without thinking. (I know I have.) As for the height and large feet, that’s how people described Jackie O. I would kill to be tall, but I do understand it’s hard on little girls when they feel "different" from the girls in their class. I would try showing your daughter fashion magazines where most of the models are tall. And since you, yourself, are tall, you can tell her you’ve always regarded it as a plus. Explain that most of the girls will catch up, and her growth spurt may be happening early. As for a comeback, try, "I know that being short is difficult, but I’m sure your daughter will grow." — Margo, sassily
The Departure of Desire
Dear Margo: I am a 24-year-old woman, married for three years. I love my husband, and we have two young children. We are pretty happy, though not exceptionally so, but we hardly ever have sex. There is nothing wrong with my husband; actually, he would like it to be every day. I find myself thinking about other men and wondering what it would be like to be "together." I even think about having affairs, although I don’t think I could bring myself to do it. I think about one day being divorced. I just don’t feel very attracted to him. Before we got married, our sex life was great. After the birth of our first child, it was pretty good again. Then after my second child, it became nonexistent. When we do have sex, I just go along with it so he’ll stop asking for a few days. I feel bad for him and am afraid he might find somebody else to give him satisfaction. I just don’t know what to do. Counseling is an obvious choice, but we have no insurance. I feel like my marriage will end if this does not change. Advice? — No Libido
Dear No: Something has turned you off your husband and you need to find out what it is. First, hunt down the institutions in your area that offer free mental health care. There are also books that deal with your problem, as well as online support groups. Peer counseling can be surprisingly effective. You haven’t been married long enough for sex to be old hat, so something else is going on. (Maybe caring for two little kids?) My feeling is that if it was good once, it can be good again. — Margo, optimistically
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COPYRIGHT 2009 MARGO HOWARD
DISTRIBUTED BY CREATORS.COM
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My own mother never let me forget I was big for my age, because I was the same size as children a year older than me.
Yes, eventually everyone catches up, and adults stop making such a big deal out of everything.
Thank you Shannon for giving me a laugh this morning.
I was born big & stayed that way. By age 10 I was 5’ tall & wore women’s size 7 shoes. Now I’m a tad over 5’11" & wear size 12-1/2 (which doesn’t exist, so I mostly wear men’s 10-1/2).
The "Wow, you’re tall!" comments NEVER stop, so get used to them. They’re mostly made by envious short people and/or guys on the make.
Things for the mom to say:
1) I’m tall and my daughter is too? Really?? I hadn’t noticed.
2) Yes, my daughter is tall. Like me, she’s the result of a secret government program to breed a race of superior beings.
3) Yes, my daughter is tall. Our doctor told us to stop feeding her to keep her from growing any more. So please don’t give her anything to eat.
Things for the daughter to say (mostly when she’s older):
1) I’m tall because I’m antisocial.
2) Yes, the air really is better up here.
3) Are you talking to me, shorty?
4) No, I don’t play basketball. Are you a jockey?
ROFL! I love the responses for the Mother!
oh wow, I wish I’d seen this about 25 years ago! When I started kindergarten, I was already over 4’6". When my sister graduated high school & I was 10 years old, all her classmates wondered what private high school I was attending and why I wasn’t attending the same high school as she (I was 5’6"). Jump to senior year of high school - the football coach wanted me to join the team (already 5’10"). Then on to college in NM, where most of the students are hispanic, so I stick out like the Empire state building (6’). My joke is that when I was 8, I was wearing a shoe-size 8 just to match.. and kept up that way until I was 10 (where, thankfully, my skiis of feet stopped growing). Made life hard as far as dating as one thing I required any man I wanted to date was that they had to be of the same height as me so there would be no excuse of no eye contact (watched "Revenge of the Nerds" too many times as a young teen). Father is 6’, mother is 5’10, but my poor sister is only 5’4, so I got to harrass her endlessly (sibling rivarly does have SOME good points.. especially when there’s a huge age gap). Only thing I can say is that no matter what, somebody has to make fun of SOMETHING, and as my mom put it, if they’re picking on me, they’re leaving some thin-souled person alone.
But I still love a lot of these comebacks!!!