Insensitive

Today I departed from my normal routine and tuned into KISS FM. For those of you not familiar, Kidd is a DJ on KISS here in the Dallas/Ft Worth metroplex and he’s really into humor relating to the differences of the sexes. They did a bit on insensitivity and it was too funny. I was actually laughing out loud as I was driving and I couldn’t stop smiling.

Some women volunteered their husbands for the least sensitive man award. The story that had me laughing (despite myself) was as follows….

The wife asked her husband what stood out to him most about their Wedding Night (this couple waited until their wedding night to umm… well you know) and he said- I was surprised at how many fat rolls you had.

Not very sensitive.

The skit went on and the poor guy kept getting himself in deeper and deeper. For example, he said he can’t be THE most insensitive guy around because there are a lot of single Moms out there (insinuating that the fact that he has stuck around should count for something).

My husband is very loving and sensitive. He often will say I’m EXACTLY the type of woman he’s attracted to and even though there are plenty of women (LOTS AND LOTS) that are more attractive than I, he still says I’m the prettiest. I know he’s lying but I don’t care. The fact that he is concerned about my feelings and wants to make me feel special is what matters to me.

BUT…
There was time when we had our family picture taken (not too long ago) and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I hadn’t been photographing well and I knew this picture would be seen by lots of people and I didn’t want to be embarrassed BUT we ended up taking the picture anyway and SURPRISE SURPRISE, I HATED it. I complained and complained, I boo whooed about how bad it looked (really how bad I looked) and finally put into words the thought that was plaguing me- I looked old (or maybe should I say older than I thought I should). He then countered- well you aren’t as young as you use to be.

FIRST OF ALL… duh. None of us are as young as we use to be. Time passing sort-of excludes the option of being as young as we use to be. STILL one does not want to be reminded of such details. Especially after you’ve had 2 kids and you’re still in your 20s. Most women in their 20s are not worried about looking as young as they use to, in my circumstances it is a concern but not a concern you want others to validate. Does that make sense? I’ve made sure to blow the whole thing out of proportion and his judgment has sense been restored and he continues to find new and wonderful ways to be loving and kind.

Have you ever been insensitive and it ended up being part of one of those antidotes that you never live down? Have you ever been a victim of someone else’s insensitivity and want to call them out? Share (if you dare).