Monthly Archives: August 2013

Cheese Shame.

There are certain things in my life that are only kept in check by shame. Mostly fear of sales/service people judging me. I know this is irrational but I just don’t want to have *that particular* awkward encounter. Maybe it’s for the best that I have some shame left in my awkward existence. Enough to keep me from owning 30 cats, but not enough to keep me from posting 30 cat pics on my blog.

cats!

CAAAAAATS!

I may or may not have been, at one time, addicted to home pregnancy tests. It’s (believe it or not) a common thing among women trying for a baby. But I was never able to go whole hog into the dark underbelly of POAS (pee on a stick) addiction. Because it was way too awkward to walk up to the cashier carrying 17 first response pregnancy tests. No poker face is that strong.

 

poker face

 

 

Another form of this life-impeding (or lifesaving?) shame is known (in my mind) as cheese shame. I am certain I am not the only person suffering from cheese shame.

 

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The Cheese Shame Awareness Logo 

I love cheese on my food. When the waiter at a restaurant asks “Would you like some freshly grated Romano?”, my answer, without exception, is yes. But once the waiter starts grating and says “Tell me when,” the cheese shame starts. I start thinking “Oh no! It’s been too long! I’m going to use up his whole block of cheese! Must. Say. When.” And I assure him that it’s enough cheese on my pasta primavera. Even though, in my cheese-loving heart of hearts, I wanted more.

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I hope that Moses can grow up unashamed of his enthusiasm for cheese. But I also hope he never finds himself at Walgreens buying 17 pregnancy tests.

 

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Because that would just be awkward

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August 7, 2013 · 7:49 pm