Alison Piepmeier Article

After Monday's class, I went home and re-read the Alison Piepmeier article and had my boyfriend read it with me. I wanted to hear his thoughts and views about this touchy subject of having a child with down syndrome or aborting it. Shockingly, he said he would never abort a child. "I would still love the child if they had down syndrome or seven legs or 100 eyes."

I mentioned to him that he was going over board and he disagreed. He believes that he created that bundle of joy and he would love it no matter what problems that child had. Both of us had mentioned that fact that most people that we have known have aborted their babies because they could not handle it or that they didn't want to bring the child up not having the best. Yes I would agree to an extent but why take an innocent life away. The baby has done nothing wrong.

As for Maybelle in the Piepmeier article, I think that is great. Yes she has down syndrome but she was a perfectly healthy baby. Still today, she is a healthy little girl with down syndrome. She sees the world in a different way and honestly I am proud of Alison Piepmeier for not giving up.

Laundromat

Yesterday I was doing my laundry at the laundromat with my boyfriend. I had all my dirty clothes separated into darks, colors, and whites. My boyfriend on the other hand threw all of his dirty clothes into one load and he had darks, colors, and whites just like me. I asked him why he didn't separate them like I did and his response was "I don't know, takes too much time". I would agree, when I first started to wash my own clothes it was difficult and time consuming to separate my clothes but it helps in the long run. I got used to separating clothes that it has just become natural to me. It just baffles me how different women and men can be when it comes to laundry. When all of our loads of laundry were done, I folded mine and put them in my laundry basket where my boyfriend just through them in his basket and was ready to go. When we got back to his house we just left his clothes sit in the basket to get all wrinkled. I was the one who folded his clothes and pt them away in their correct spot so he could find them. He thanked me and said he would start helping out with his laundry but he should right? I mean it is HIS laundry!

Women Vs. Men on Getting Ready

This past Saturday my good friend and roommate turned 21. The process she and our friends took to get ready was ridiculous. I of course was not drinking because I needed to be sober since I was the designated driver since I am the only one under 21. I was fine with this so. While all the girls were getting ready in the bathroom together, I sat in the living room and watched TV just wearing some sweats. The guys who were also going out with the girls just had on jeans and a nice shirt. They took maybe 10 minutes to get ready to go out. The guys and I were discussing why women NEED to get ready together in ONE tiny bathroom. There is no need for 6 girls to be in a bathroom all trying to get ready. This post is basically about why women take so long to get ready than men and why do women need to use the bathroom together.

Being a girl, I do not fit the stereotype where I NEED somebody to go to the bathroom with me. I am an adult and can use the bathroom by myself. A conversation with my friend can wait less then 5 minutes. With my roommates though, they have to be in the bathroom with somebody else. It is not just about using the bathroom to take care of business but even showering. When I am in the shower, I cannot tell you how many times my roommates just open the door and sit on the toilet to talk to me. Showering is my alone time and does not need to be interrupted by other girls. Plus the door was closed!!!

When I am going out, I have never taken over 30 minutes to get ready. Within my 30 minutes I curl my hair, get dressed, and put makeup on. My roommates this past Saturday took almost 2 hours!!! What can you possibly be doing for 2 hours!?!? Like I said before, the guys and I were watching TV waiting for my friends to get ready so I could drive them downtown. Everybody in the living room was complaining as to taking too much time and waiting for too long. I just don't understand what could possibly take so long!