But that's fine by me since at least the Dawg doesn't smack her around.
Paul : I take it things are going well with you and your new fella?
Wilhelmina : We're keeping it real, you know what I'm saying?
Paul : Is that a bling I'm blinded by?
Wilhelmina : Yeah, home boy, I so love hip hop now.
Paul : Didn't you once call it ghetto trash?
Wilhelmina : I've found a new appreciation for it.
Paul : You know you're doing again, don't you?
Wilhelmina : Doing what?
Paul : Changing to suit your new boytoy.
Let me recall the more memorable ones to reiterate. I recall Wilhemina's immersion into the neon waters of Japanese pop - just because her ex worked there once upon a time - only to emerge as a skankier version of Ayumi Hamasaki. Then there was the time Wilhelmina flipped into a psycho-housewife version of Nigella Lawson just to please her ex with profiteroles and madelines.
And now this. I could have sworn Wilhelmina had a temporary tramp stamp on her back but I couldn't tell for sure.
Joined at the hip? NO!
Look, I understand trying to find common interests with your new partner.We all do things to please the ones we love. We try the things they like. We listen to the music they like. We watch the movies they like. Trying out new music, new books, new pursuits, new experiences - all that can be quite an adventure with somebody new.
But I always figure there should be a line. We don't really have to be exact Stepford clones of each other, do we? Smacks of the horrific Siamese Twin Syndrome that I'm always so afraid of.
Siamese Twin Syndrome? Oh yeah, to me it means clones joined at the hip.
Something I have no intention of falling into. Surely even though we're together, we are allowed to have our own interests, hobbies and pursuits separate from our partners? Certainly made me wonder whether Charming Calvin and I have become nearly identical in that respect.
What a horrifying prospect!