Do You Want Fries with That?

While on a roadtrip recently to visit with family, we stopped for lunch and ended up getting into a political debate. Surprisingly it wasn’t just my husband and I that were debating, our two children joined in as well. Between the four of us, we were getting quite loud and I had to remind my family that were weren’t the only ones in the restaurant. This brought to mind a certain quote from an interview of Richard’s:

 

“I find New Yorkers incredibly engaging. They’re like Parisians …cool and confrontational, in a good way, in a good way, like they like a good debate. …you walk into a restaurant and it’s not full of people silently sitting in front of each other like it can be in England; it’s full of people pointing fingers in each other’s faces having a really good political debate, or whatever.”

 

Our debate took place in a Midwestern McDonald’s but that seems fitting, in an All-American kind of way.

we need a burglar, not a hamburglar!
I said we needed a burglar, not Hamburglar!

 

It was kind of ironic seeing as how I’d spent the majority of the trip trying to avoid controversial discussions, as I always do during gatherings with extended family. So it struck me as funny that it came pouring out over a quick meal of cheeseburgers with my husband and kids. I guess I feel safest with them and know that whatever I say won’t cause them to treat me differently afterwards.

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no, you do! (feel the love)

 

Once upon a time I’d throw my opinions in the ring with the best of them, but I always walked away feeling badly. I let my passions get the best of me and either offended who I was conversing with or walked away feeling bitter because I was offended myself.

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These days I prefer more an exchange of ideas rather than an actual debate. I don’t need to be right but I do need my conversation partners to be willing to entertain various viewpoints.

Big Mac, Fillet-o-Fish, Quarter-Pounder, French Fries, icy Coke, thick shakes, Sundaes and Apple Pie...
Goofy is a dog that acts like a person, yet he has a pet dog named Pluto. should I go with an animal cruelty angle or civil rights?

 

All in all, I try to bow out of heated discussions during Holiday get-togethers whenever (and however) possible.

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The risk to personal relationships, not to mention my own peace of mind, isn’t worth it to me in the long run. If you need me, I’ll be at the kid’s table; the “grown up” table is overrated.

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What’s My Line?

Music & More Challenge

13.) a quote from your favorite interview

from the BBC America interview promoting Robin Hood, when asked how Richard felt about playing Guy:

I really like playing Guy. I think there’s a bit of a damaged soul there that has some salvation. I don’t admire everything that he does but I have learnt to understand him. I’m quite defensive of Guy, actually.

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music question: a song by your favorite band

Cleaning Windows by Van Morrison

I like the “working man” focus of this song. The lyrics are just a simple explanation of his day, all the little details about what he did, what he saw, what he ate, etc. and it’s done in such a non-lyrical format. Then the chorus hits you with melody while it brings home the subject matter: this is a working man performing a menial job but it’s his life and he’s proud of it. I love that sentiment. My dad always told me that it doesn’t matter what you do in life, just give it the best you’ve got and be proud that it’s yours.

What’s my line?
I’m happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I’ll see you when my love grows
Baby don’t let it slide
I’m a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows