Fussie and I were watching the snow and having some feelings, while listening to Tori Amos- or course, when we noticed that my husband (or Fussie’s daddy 2) was gone. I should mention that it was a Sunday and he was working. That makes me the Beta Man of the house.
Aside from breaking the 5th commandment, or 8th was it? We forget. It was snowing, and everyone was stranded indoors, but he was working with the other type-A personalities. Did you know that the Goldman Sacks building in NYC has generators so it will never be closed for business, no matter how bad the storm?
I knew that he was a Type-A when we got married. Life, raising a baby hairless cat was going to be primarily solo. I never cared because during the days (and nights) while he is working, I am enjoying time with Fussie, this blog and many lovely fellow beta friends, having lunch, shopping, etc. The city has a few- here and there, but I found them.
We, the betas, are the ones who believe in manors over principals, being right is not the most important thing, and when we are 70, we will look back at a happy life with a family. Not necessarily an amazingly $uccessful career. Maybe if your beta personality is not family oriented, but adventurous, romantic or you just have a fucking good canon of journals entries- just not the not the rat race.
Zosia Mamet or Shosh’ from GirlsZosia Mamet or Shosh’ from Girl’s writes a brilliant column for Glamour.com where she discusses current issues. Today’s Alpha has to: “… to wake up, have a cup of coffee, conquer France, bake a perfect cake, take a boxing class, and figure out how you are going to get that corner office or become district supervisor, while also looking damn sexy—but not too sexy, because cleavage is degrading—all before lunchtime.”
I think my Beta Man sisters and brothers will agree, that a lovely nap will do just fine. Mamet’s column is a little more female-focused, and we don’t know those particular struggles, but we do live in a similar aggressively judgmental society known as Gay NYC. Not trying to put too fine a point on it, but there is no shame in relaxing, finding your bliss in own stride. Right? Please validate me.