I have a bad habit of being way too honest. Well, I like to call it honesty, some may call it having no filter. At times this has been a good thing: writing about the trainwreck that was my attempt at breastfeeding had to have helped other women feel less alone. But did I have to tell every stranger who would listen to me for more than ten seconds about my flat nipple situation or that I had a breast reduction when I was twenty and it severely compromised my milk ducts? Maybe not. It seemed like good information to share at the time but perhaps I was being defensive or perhaps I just reeeaally like to (over)share. I mean, did you need to know that yesterday I ate an entire bag containing six huge naturally sweetened Peanut Butter Apricot cookies? I’m only eating healthy food you see. And when you eat healthy food it’s okay to eat said foods in extremely large quantities. Did you know that? Maybe you didn’t know so hopefully that should better explain why I opened a second bag of them this morning and ate two more. Perhaps knowing that I started my period this morning would help explain my eating so you don’t judge too harshly. Wait, did I mention that I may be perimenopausal and my periods have been sort of irregular so I didn’t even know I was going to get my period so suddenly? Hold on. You didn’t need to know that? Oh, okay.
I’m still learning what is appropriate sharing and what is too much. Especially when it comes to all this drinking nonsense. So I go on TV and tell the world that I quit drinking and then there’s this ripple effect where a bunch of people email me to say that they may possibly want to stop drinking too and then I feel like all this drinkin’ talk is a good thing. And then every once in awhile someone brings to my attention that I may be overdoing it. I call those people WASPS. My husband’s parents don’t allow socks at the dinner table so you can imagine how appropriate they think talking about hangovers on TV is. Actually, they may be fine with it. But when I’m doing the imagining, I imagine they’re not. We Jews on the other hand, love to let it all hang out. Have you seen Real Housewives of New York? Jill spills her guts all over the place while Luanne looks like she would hold a fart in for three days. She is a Countess though so there are probably separate rules.
Maybe if I buy Luanne’s book about manners I can work out this bad habit of mine and find a way to keep more things underwraps but until then, I’m just going to keep saying whatever crazy shit comes to mind.
Tomorrow (Friday) I’m going to be on an hour of ABC’s 20/20 talking about women and alcoholism. If you click on that link there’s a bunch more stuff about it on their website.