Quote: I think I read a short thing on the internet about her life post D. Quite liberated post D and some good sex in her life as I remember. Way to go I say to her.
She married the artist John Everett Millais and they promptly had eight children. Near the end of her marriage to Ruskin, Millais went on holiday with Effie and Ruskin. Millais wrote that he was struck by the contrast between Ruskin's usual affable manner and the demeaning manner in which he treated his wife. Millais at first was uncomfortable with the fact that Ruskin left him alone with his wife in a way that was improper by Victorian standards. Effie was a beautiful woman (there are many portraits of her viewable online) and she and Millais soon fell in love once he came to understand the facts of her unconsumated marriage. There is a play called "The Countess" about the relationship between these three Victorians and there is a book of their letters on which it was based.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
I have been meaning to read 'French women don't get fat'. Your recommendation puts it on the top of my list. Too funny that your kids are eating salads...I am waging a war with D4 to eat her vegetables. She is winning, sigh!
Ravi Shankar is actually an acclaimed Indian classical musician. He plays the sitar, I believe. Did you know that Norah Jones is his illegitimate daughter?
Quote: Some of the "Undefended Love" philosophy LP has been explaining made me think of another book I did some reading in recently (I couldn't read the whole book because a customer bought it) called "God Loves Fun" by Sri Sri Ravi Shankar.
Thanks so much for the tip about this book. I read the firs few pages on Amazon, and he makes the point that words can interfere with direct experience. This dovetails (as you pointed out) with some of the UL stuff, namely, that feelings flow through us as we let them, but when we start to conceptualize and name and label, we slow things down and even get them stuck.
Ravi Shankar is actually an acclaimed Indian classical musician. He plays the sitar, I believe. Did you know that Norah Jones is his illegitimate daughter? Julie
Oops! I just looked this book up on Amazon. Wrong Ravi Shankar! My bad.
JJ I am glad you have read so much and share your reading experiences with us here on SSM forum. I read a fair amount of self help, and factual books but am short on anything romantic. Perth Museum and Art Gallery, Effie's portrait, 1873
Why do I live in a world in which a reasonably attractive woman finds herself MBing on the floor of her bathroom since she has no other option for sexual relief?
When will Hank or suit guy come and rescue me from this misery?
I shall be gone for the rest of the day, but please feel free to discuss the above questions amongst yourselves and let me know if you come up with any good answers.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
Quote: Why do I live in a world in which a reasonably attractive woman finds herself MBing on the floor of her bathroom since she has no other option for sexual relief
Use the water massager?
Sorry to hear you have to resort to the self stimulation method. You know a lot of us higher drive guys would help you if it was ethical and all that other stuff goes along with being faithful to our current spouse.
In case you haven't guessed, the reason for my previous post was my H once again threw a complete irrational temper tantrum over an unrelated issue because he was feeling pressure about having to have sex with me this weekend. Because I am a complete chump, he managed to once more put me on the defensive and thereby weasel out of his committment to have sex with me. I know you guys may find this hard to believe, but apparently I am not and will never be perfect and therefore there will always be some "reason" why my H feels he can rationalize not wanting to have sex with me. This weekend the "reason" was, IMO, especially ridiculous. In order to attend book sales which are critical to my business, I have to be away from home for a total of 9 hours over my H's 3 day weekend, therefore according to my H, the weekend was "chaos" and he would not have enough of a window of opportunity to be sexual.
I'm not even angry. I kind of feel sorry for him. I even feel loving towards him but I'm starting to recast my loving feelings in such a way that I no longer love him as a husband or lover but simply as the dear odd man who is the father of my children. Maybe it would be best if he moved into his own apartment which he could make a nice clean plastic bubble low-stress space and I could just drop by once in a while and bring him a casserole and play a round of Jeopardy with him and the kids.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
