By: Ben Johnson
The birthplace of nightmares. |
I like watching football, okay, you guys? I do. I
really do. I’d love to sit and watch football all the ding dang day. Every
Sunday, man oh man it would be great if I could just sit there and watch all
twelve hours of it, and oh yes, also the same thing on Thursday nights and Monday
nights. I know people who do this. They seem like they’re pretty happy most of
the time. I’d like that to be me.
But I’m also a human being. So I don’t get to
do that. Ever. I don’t get to look at my loving girlfriend and say to her, with
a straight face, “I can’t look at window treatments with you because I have to
sit and watch football today because it’s Sunday and football’s on.” Because she
will, rightfully, yell at me. Our windows require treatment more urgently than
my eyeballs require football. This logic is difficult to argue with. Watching
football is not an actual need. Curtains, though also not an actual need, are
an actual thing. And proper use of curtains can lead to increases in ambient
nudity, which comes close to fulfilling an actual need.
I feel like some of the people I know for
whom Sunday means football only might be quick to point out that shopping for
window treatments is a fine thing for a girlfriend to do while the boyfriend
sits and eats an entire pizza while watching some other dudes orchestrate a complex
series of injurious thuds against each other. This viewpoint is hopelessly naïve.
Everybody who’s ever done it the right way knows
that shopping for window treatments is a two person job. You need one person to
lead the expedition and one person to validate that person. There are rules
here. There are three main things you can do wrong when shopping for window treatments.
1.
Have no opinion. This is the same
thing as thinking you can avoid participation by saying “whatever you like will
be fine with me.” You can’t do that. You can’t prefer to avoid. When actually
confronted with a curtain or curtain rod, you can’t look at something that you
don’t care about and say “I don’t care about that.” If you do, this is the same
thing as telling your girlfriend that you don’t care about her. It is horrible
and cruel.
These are not
curtains you are looking at. You are going with your girlfriend to look at metaphors
for your entire relationship. You just happen to be in the curtain section of Bed
Bath and Beyond. You can’t not have an opinion, even if you don’t have an
opinion, because not having an opinion is the same as not caring, and not
caring is not loving, and not loving is fatal to the relationship.
2.
Have the wrong
opinion.
Okay, so you’re going to make up an opinion about a curtain now. As long as it
sounds somewhat plausible, you probably have it made in the shade, huh? Nope.
Not even close. You just got through the first gate from Neverending Story with the big-titted sphinxes.
Now comes the really hard part. You have to have the “right” opinion.
At first glance this
means you have to guess the same opinion as your girlfriend. That’s a major
element of the right opinion, but it’s not all. Get this: even she doesn’t know what her opinion is yet. You’re telling her
your opinion, and that’s helping her form her opinion, and then you are going
to make a better curtain choice. It’s a process. THAT’S WHY YOU’RE HERE.
The “right” opinion
is less about finding the correct stance and more about participation and
providing information. It’s not enough to like or dislike a curtain. You have
to CARE about the curtain’s features, and demonstrate an understanding of the
curtain’s many nuances, and in this way you are demonstrating a sensitivity to
your girlfriend’s features and nuances, and thus demonstrating your
desirability as a mate.
A good rule of thumb
is one opinion about color, one opinion about fabric, and one opinion about
logistics (length, how thickness will impact amount of shade, etc.), followed
by a qualifier of some kind “it might look good in the LIVING ROOM too,” and
ALWAYS end with, “What do you think?”
Remember, you can’t
say nothing, because you can’t feel nothing. And if you feel the wrong, or more
importantly the unhelpful, thing, it’s like you’re deliberately sabotaging this
curtain-shopping occasion for some reason, and therefore you are sabotaging the
relationship for some reason, and therefore you secretly hate her and you are one
day going to snap and murder her and she’ll be one of those girls on 48 Hours where you watch and
go, “You should have KNOWN back at the curtain store, you idiot!!!!”
3. Display insufficient
enthusiasm.
Fact: you don’t want to be here. You want to be back at home watching football.
She knows that. She has to know that. So you can kind of joke around and be
sarcastic and roll your eyes every once in a while and she’ll cut you slack for
it because you’re a good enough guy and you’re here and you’re inventing
opinions and really participating in Fucking Curtain Quest 2013, right? WRONG.
You are there because
you love it. You would love nothing more than to go buy curtains with her every
weekend for the rest of your life. Remember yesterday when you didn’t buy any
curtains and there was football, college football, which as far as you’re
concerned doesn’t count but she does not know that, and she let you watch a
little of it? That was football and she doesn’t understand why it wasn’t enough
football, but she simultaneously hated it and was nice about it, which really
since it was only college football you would've preferred to shop for curtains then. But what are you going to do,
SUGGEST curtain shopping? The idea of curtains doesn't typically enter your consciousness unless or until you are presently wrapped in an on fire curtain. So of course you didn’t even realize the lack of curtains was
causing her to almost DIE of embarrassment ALL DAY LONG yesterday while you were eating pretzels and being bored by LSU, and now you
want to watch football on SUNDAY TOO? ALL DAY LONG? NO FUCKING WAY, buddy. No
fucking way.
You are going to shop
for curtains, and, crucially, you are going to LIKE it. That means no checking
your phone incessantly for fantasy football updates. No desperately slumping on
a bench where she can’t find you and recomposing yourself for five minutes. No stupid little hunched-shoulders sighing or cutting asides to bored checkout
clerks. Shopping for curtains is a FULL SERVICE DUTY. That means you're on the clock and the boss is WATCHING.
You are here, you are
present, you are concentrating on the task at hand, and you have a positive
attitude about shopping for curtains because you love your girlfriend so much
you’d walk over hot coals just to hold her spot in line at the DMV, or else you’re
option two, an untrustworthy sleazebag who’s biding your time until you can sell
her into white slavery.
This seems like an
extreme dialectic until you realize that A. men rape, and B. our thought
processes are as alien to women as theirs are to us. That’s why women seem
crazy to us. They’re constantly trying to read the tea leaves because they don’t
know the difference between “great guy who is nonetheless currently yelling
obscenities because he dropped a hammer on his thumb while trying to put up the
motherfucking makeup cabinet” and “barely contained compulsive killer
potentially pushed over the edge at any given moment, such as for instance this
one, and if you are not constantly vigilant he’s eventually going to stab you
40 times, roll you in a tarp, and drop you in the river.”
Women are obviously a
little concerned about this distinction. They might have a vague sense that
every man they’ve ever met has probably at some point wanted to stab somebody and dump their body. They
do not know the internal distinctions which render this urge less vicious and
pointed and threatening and urgent and permanent than a typical case of momentary
road rage. Women don't have a great radar for the frequency, duration, or exigency of regular old average murderous impulses. Just telling them "oh yeah, we all have these random daydreams sometimes about ending a person's life, ha ha ha," is kind of hard to pull off without scaring the shit out of them. Case in point, the phrase "regular old average murderous impulses." Probably kind of a turnoff, am I right, ladies?
Women also, I'd imagine, tend not to view the fact that nobody has yet stabbed and dumped them as a constant life-affirming human triumph of restraint. Go figure. If I was a woman, thinking about my lot in life would suck so much it probably wouldn't be too far of a leap in logic for me to get "about to be attacked by a sabretooth tiger" level upset about whether or not my boyfriend is smiling at Target. I mean, I don’t know. I’m just guessing here.
Women also, I'd imagine, tend not to view the fact that nobody has yet stabbed and dumped them as a constant life-affirming human triumph of restraint. Go figure. If I was a woman, thinking about my lot in life would suck so much it probably wouldn't be too far of a leap in logic for me to get "about to be attacked by a sabretooth tiger" level upset about whether or not my boyfriend is smiling at Target. I mean, I don’t know. I’m just guessing here.
So anyway, those are three major categories
of things to keep in mind when you’re out shopping for curtains instead of
watching football. They might not be the most fun things you’ve ever done in
your life, but if you really commit to them, you’ll grow as a person. Which is,
you know, it’s whatever. I mean, who cares, right? We’re all going to die and you
might as well shop for curtains first.