Valentine's Day Massacre - Our Lips Are Sealed

[Underdog]

Why does it all make me think of that awful commercial about bringing home the bacon and frying it up in a pan?

Ellie, that commercial (with tune blaring) still runs through my mind. The subliminal message is still so strong, even though I was a little girl when that aired. It's such a horrid injustice...

And you know something? When I was preparing for my MCATs in college, I was feeling uneasy and for whatever reason, that image was conjured and it began to make me REALLY uncomfortable. As that song screamed at me (remember hot mama in her high heels and panty hose, wielding that frying pan while he was gaining strength from that cologne) I began to make a life altering decision not to head to medical school.

I don't know why, Ellie... everything I had learned up to that point told me that I could have and do it all (and so did the commercial). I remember trying to appeal to my college advisor, and he gave me a blank look and tried to talk me out of my decision not to go. (Earlier, he also tried unsuccessfully to convince me that taking 3 foreign languages at the same time was a bad move--but I made straight As in all of them and he proudly admitted defeat.)

The most disturbing convo I had with him was when I told him that nobody could do everything perfectly and give it 110% without something important falling by the wayside or failing. I told him that I wanted to be a wife and mother some day, and that the cost of doing either one of them badly at the expense of being a good doctor was more than I was willing to pay.

So I hear you loud and clear. And for the record, that commercial is so full of sh!t.

So, here is your testimony, GF:

I need to figure this out FOR ME, because I need to feel financially independent of him again for the balance in this R to be restored.

Excellent.

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