Backlash in the new millenium

Warning: A rant is coming....

I am so tired of having to deal with men who are either living in the 60's or are so fucking fragile that any womanly input has their balls shrinking back up into their bodies faster than you can say "Passive-aggressive".

there. I feel better now. Thanks for listening. No, no, no, I am not talking about my man-one thing he doesn't need to grow is some cojones-I am talking about my ex-man. What did he do now you ask? Well, you see, I am having a slight problem with my older girl-the puberty one. She can't seem to hand in any of her work on time, the work she does hand in is crappy. She can't seem to remember to bring home her agenda, can't seem to bring home anything at all from school for that matter inculding permission forms and information that I need. She blames it on the teacher, or it's at my dad's, etc. She refuses to show me her low test scores-which I find crumpled up at the bottom of her bag 3 weeks later. Now, big girl is very smart-she is in fact in a class for "gifted" kids. She can write well, she can create, she can follow instructions. What she can't do is get organzied. So, after many many futile and frutiless conversations with her about this I just decided to enlist the help of her father whom she often implicates in her excuses. I told him that I was planning to take away her internet privileges until she can start to remember to bring home her agenda and do her work in the alotted time and could he do something along the same lines becasue it is impossible to discipline a kid who has 2 homes unless the discipline is consistent. I believe it's called teamwork. I sent him an email then I waited. I waited and waited. Nothing. This morning as I was looking over her work (2 weeks late at this point) and pointing out the several spelling errors, she told me that her dad told her he wasn't going to take away her computer privileges at his house because (and this important so pay attention) I am always telling him what to do in his house.

I laughed and laughed and then I realized she wasn't kidding. Then I went to the calender because I was sure we had jumped back into the 60's. Then I compained loudly about the dangers of getting involved with passive-aggressive men who have no balls and can't stand up for themsleves. Then I cleaned the kitchen in an aggressive frenzy-my kitchen is now very clean. Then I sent him a very condescending email pointing out that perhaps he should take karate or tae-kwon-do so that he could perhaps build up his self-esteem a little, and by-the-way the child support cheque is late so get moving.

Now you got me all riled up again. I've got to go clean something.