I believe C. S. Lewis addressed this in The Great Divorce:
“The laziness of men! He said, if you please, he couldn’t work more than thirteen hours a day! As if I weren’t working far longer. For my day’s work wasn’t over when his was. I had to keep him going all evening, if you understand what I mean. If he’d had his way he’d have just sat in an armchair and sulked when dinner was over. It was I who had to draw him out of himself and brighten him up and make conversation. With no help from him, of course. Sometimes he didn’t even listen. As I said to him, I should have thought good manners, if nothing else . . . he seemed to have forgotten that I was a lady even if I had married him, and all the time I was working my fingers to the bone for him: and without the slightest appreciation. I used to spend simply hours arranging flowers to make that poky little house nice, and instead of thanking me, what do you think he said? Said he wished I wouldn’t fill up the writing desk with them when he wanted to use it: and there was a perfectly frightful fuss one evening because I’d spilled one of the vases over some papers of his. It was all nonsense really, because they weren’t anything to do with his work. He had some silly idea of writing a book in those days . . . as if he could. I cured him of that in the end.
‘No, Hilda, you must listen to me. The trouble I went to, entertaining! Robert’s idea was that he’d just slink off by himself every now and then to see what he called his old friends . . . and leave me to amuse myself! But I knew from the first that those friends were doing him no good. “No, Robert,” said I, “your friends are now mine. It is my duty to have them here, however tired I am and however little we can afford it.” You’d have thought that would have been enough. But they did come for a bit. That is where I had to use a certain amount of tact. A woman who has her wits about her can always drop in a word here and there. I wanted Robert to see them against a different background. They weren’t quite at their ease, somehow, in my drawing-room: not at their best. I couldn’t help laughing sometimes. Of course Robert was uncomfortable while the treatment was going on, but it was all for his own good in the end. None of that set were friends of his any longer by the end of the first year.”
One of the things that has troubled me about the impact of Mariology is how she ends up being treated as more attentive, kind, responsive, accessible, and gracious than Jesus.
Getting older is realizing it was really immature and pretentious to dunk on Guy Fieri for his shows. Dude was out there showcasing places that rarely got attention. And was super excited to do it. No lectures, no smugness, just being positive.
Some game, this.
Arsenal have been outstanding but Chelsea are also showing amazing progress on last season. It's impressive that Xabi Alonso has got them this coherent so quickly against top-level opposition.
Surprised there’s an overriding theme of negativity on here, gone away to Arsenal with some key personnel missing and dragged them into a game they’re not used to and could have been ahead.
We’ve gone for them rather than letting them slowly grind us down, i like it
People need to stop being cucks for Enzo btw. He wanted to leave. Quite clearly pushed to leave. Keeping a player that desperately wants out is crazy work.
Whatever happens with Camara, as disappointing as it is, we're still a very good side and should have more than enough to see us through to January where things can be revisited.
Shouldn't let tonight take the gloss off an exciting start to the season (done without Enzo also)