My crazy aunt wants to bring her step-daughter and the step-daughter’s baby to my sister’s wedding. The step-daughter and baby weren’t invited and my sister doesn’t want kids there, and she has told others they cannot bring their kids. How should she tell her no without being insensitive?
My aunt needs Emily Post
Oh, doll face, I hate when people are this foolish! Do you want a tamarind margarita to dull the pain? I’ll join you!
What I don’t understand about this is: when there are explicit requests made by the bride and groom, why is that people don’t just honor them? I mean for god’s sake. This is an incredibly stressful time for your sister and her fiancée and your crazy koo-koo aunt is throwing a manipulative monkey wrench in the whole thing. Ah, just the right amount of salt on the rim of my glorious marg…I feel my annoyance beginning to subside… but not quite enough, just yet.
Why is your aunt inviting these people if they were not on the guest list? Did someone keep her in a dark, mannerless closet throughout her life? And who is going to stop this mess? I think I should call her after my next rita.
Honestly, someone (but not your sister- probably your mom or dad) needs to have a real heart to heart with your aunt. First, her step-daughter (and therefore the granddaughter) are not invited to the event. Second, because of the first reason, why are we even discussing this? This is very inappropriate of your aunt. Seems a bit manipulative and selfish to me. Too harsh? Well, this IS my 3rd tamarind.
Now on the other hand, and I almost hate to say it because this type of behavior annoys me to no end, if it’s more important to have your ridiculously selfish aunt to be there ☺, then maybe cave in. UGH. Just do that and have your sister explain to her friends who are upset that there kids aren’t able to come that your CRAZY aunt is a lunatic. They’ll get it.
Dear Beat Babe,
Do you think dating someone years older makes for a better relationship? Or does it have to do with a man’s maturity level?
Hmmmm, let’s see… maybe you should make a dubonnet with a twist, since you’re asking about the older generation. Don’t know what it is? Google it, my little spring chicken, and enjoy.
I know this dilemma well. I think almost every woman who is single will, at a certain age, start to wonder what the hell the problem is with men in general. Unless they’re gay and they already know the answer. Believe me, I am sure that these questions go both ways when it comes to the opposite sex, but the way we handle the information is very different. I am sure you are beautiful and smart and funny and interesting, but you are having issues meeting the right kind of suitor. One that takes you seriously, one that cherishes and treasures you, one that wants you the way you want him. Am I getting warm?
This is a very coveted piece of information, my dear. Women of all backgrounds want to know why they can’t find THE ONE. And sometimes THE ONE eventually turns out to be the one that should have kept walking on by. Oh my god, if I had married THE ONE I thought was THE ONE I would be jumping off a bridge right now, dubonnet in hand.
My simple answer to you is: it’s all in the timing. Timing is everything. You can have the most amazing chemistry with a man and sparks are flying all around you and making your dubonnet with a twist boil furiously, but without the right timing that drink is going to eventually go back to lukewarm that tastes sour and you set it down to never ever be picked up again. The “dubonnet graveyard” is what I call it. You don’t want to go there.
How does this affect your question? Well, no one can really say if an older man makes for a better relationship. There are many professional bachelors out there who are only interested in your bra size rather than the size of your brain. And there are a lot of younger men out there that are interested in finding their soul mates, too. But again, it’s the timing. Your soulmate might have an ugly girlfriend right now that you will eventually taunt him about. Her mom jeans are atrocious. She loves John Mayer! She has backne and her nickname for your boyfriend, “Pooh”, is about the most obscenely nauseating thing you’ve ever heard. She is nothing compared to you, my little dove, but he hasn’t had the sense to get rid of this one yet. Be patient, your days to ridicule her are coming soon.
In conclusion, be open minded. Don’t paint yourself into a corner. And when the timing is right, and it will be, he will walk into your life, old or young, and it will be as it should be…perfect. Cheers.