I get curious about what times the sleep stages happened and especially what times I woke up in the middle of the night, but the only way to actually see this is to go to the edit timeline function and scrub using the edit bar.
Meanwhile when you click on the timeline it takes you to a relatively useless visual to add tags.
Just me or is this bothersome for others?
Are we allowed to vent here? I’m really tired of men, man. Tired of the imperfect men in my life, tired of the perfect man in yours.
I’m married to a man, half of my closest friends are straight men, I know the intimate details of my closest girlfriend’s romantic relationships with men.
It feels like most of the men in my life require so much instruction - how to be an equal partner, how to be empathetic, how to be supportive (in all the ways. Can’t bring equal finances? Compensate in other departments), etc etc etc. We tell women not to try to fix men, but it’s so damn hard to avoid when they seem to all be broken.
These men by the way, at least the ones in my life, are ALSO lovely, loving, wonderful people. Yes, I believe you can be an idiot AND be a good person worthy of love.
But I’m just so bloody tired of being so much more competent, of my girlfriends being so much more damn competent, than these men. We do not require instruction. We are domestically attuned, we’re wicked smart, strivers in our careers and all make an independent living, we are excellent natural caregivers, we are empaths, we have sparkling charming personalities, we are hot, we take care of our bodies, the list goes on and on. We just hold so much weight every day naturally for a myriad of reasons and 99% of the men I interact with could never. Why are we asking a grown men to take out the trash? I have not been told to take out the trash since I was a kid.
And then there’s the 1%. The unicorn men. I read about them all the time here with my brow raised like the Rock (whenever a woman complains about their partner, the floodgates open with anecdotes about the commenters perfect men). I may have met 1 or 2 in my life but i cant be sure. It’s the guy who makes (or just magically has) good money, buys you the fairytale house, does all the cooking and cleaning, rubs your feet after a long day, screws your brains out with his big beautiful Johnson, makes you laugh all the time because he’s just your best friend and such a gift!, and then he chipperly puts the kids to bed because thats what perfect unicorn men do. Come morning he brings you your coffee in bed just the way you like it.
When I hear these stories I’m so salty. Happy for you, deeply suspicious of him, and just so salty at the world that this isn’t the norm, because every woman I know deserves this.
Again, just a vent, from a tired woman living in a world of confused hornless horsey men.
Are we allowed to vent here? I’m really tired of men, man. Tired of the imperfect men in my life, tired of the perfect man in yours.
I’m married to a man, half of my closest friends are straight men, I know the intimate details of my closest girlfriend’s romantic relationships with men.
It feels like most of the men in my life require so much instruction - how to be an equal partner, how to be empathetic, how to be supportive (in all the ways. Can’t support financially? Then compensate in other departments), etc etc etc. We tell women not to try to fix men, but it’s so damn hard to avoid when they seem to all be broken.
These men by the way, at least the ones in my life, are ALSO lovely, loving, wonderful people. Yes, I believe you can be an idiot AND be a good person worthy of love.
But I’m just so bloody tired of being so much more competent, of my girlfriends being so much more damn competent, than these men. We do not require instruction. We are domestically attuned, we’re wicked smart, strivers in our careers and all make an independent living, we are excellent natural caregivers, we are empaths, we have sparkling charming personalities, we are hot, we take care of our bodies, the list goes on and on. We just hold so much weight every day naturally for a myriad of reasons and 99% of the men I interact with could never.
And then there’s the 1%. The unicorn men. I read about them all the time here with my brow raised like the Rock (whenever a woman complains about their partner, the floodgates open with anecdotes about the perfect men). I may have met 1 or 2 in my life but i cant be sure. It’s allegedly the guy who makes (or just magically has) good money, buys you the fairytale house, does all the cooking and cleaning, rubs your feet after a long day, screws your brains out with his big beautiful Johnson, makes you laugh all the time because he’s just your best friend and such a gift!, and then he chipperly puts the kids to bed because thats what perfect unicorn men do. Come morning he brings you your coffee in bed just the way you like it. When I hear these stories I’m so salty. Happy for you, deeply suspicious of him, and just so salty at the world that this isn’t the norm, because every woman I know deserves this.
Again, just a vent, from a tired woman living in a world of confused hornless horsey men.