DISCLAIMER: The Zamboni Lady is not a doctor, nor does she play one on TV. She is, simply, a busybody who wants to know everyone else’s business. The advice, while well-meant, is not meant to substitute for legal advice or protection, indicate a definitive way to live one’s life, or in any way imply that you should take her advice any more seriously than you would the advice of the bestie of your bestie, given out over a long and tear-soaked evening of nachos and margaritas.
Recently, I’ve come across the worst advice I think I’ve ever seen in an advice column, and this is for real. Here’s the problem:
Dear [Advice Columnist],
My boyfriend of one year and I are both recently graduated twentysomethings living at home like true millennials. While this has caused a few bumps in our love life, his mother is very open, liberal and allows me to spend the night at their house with him. Usually his mother gives us plenty of space, except for insisting on making us coffee and breakfast some mornings. The other day as we were being intimate, his mother called him on his cellphone. She often calls even when she knows we’re in the house so as not to barge in. This time, he answered the phone and continued to have sex with me as he talked to her. I was livid and disturbed, not to mention feeling cheap in a very Oedipal way. We talked it over at length and he recognized that it was inappropriate and immature, and he apologized. But I can’t help feeling that this should send a self-respecting young woman packing and running. Am I overreacting?
OK, seems pretty icky, right? And pretty straightforward. There may, legitimately, be a time or a reason for answering the phone mid-sex but when that time comes, all booty should stop. When your boyfriend answers the phone during sex and keeps getting down, it seems to me that he bought himself an express ticket to the curb. But that’s not the advice this person was given. Instead, she was basically informed that her instincts preserving her sense of self-worth were off and ultimately, she’s an insignificant tart. Read on, as I interpret the subliminal context of this woman’s advice.
Obviously what he should have said was, “Mom, we’re in the middle of coitus, so don’t interrupt us.”
I mean, what else was he supposed to do? He can’t stop having sex because he decided the phone was more important than you! He’s a guy, if they don’t get that sort of release the sperm backs up and it gets really painful.
Millennials assert that one of their distinguishing characteristics is the seamless ability to multitask, and if you accept the thrust of that argument,
HAHA! “Thrust”, get it? Get it? Get it? Yeah. You got it, all right.
then your boyfriend was only demonstrating his prowess.
More haha! “Prowess”, get it? I feel absolutely justified in abusing you to your face and telling you that you should count yourself lucky to have your phone-answering man. Why? Because your question has quickly become invalid; you’re a dirty whore having sex in your boyfriend’s mother’s house.
You’re also looking at the wrong Greek myth to explain what happened.
I need to make you feel stupid whenever possible.
I don’t think the events revealed an attraction to his mother, but to the siren song of the cellphone, a device to which people of all generations often feel more intimacy and loyalty than to their human partners.
So suck it up.
I’ll also offer the following excuse on your boyfriend’s behalf since he neglected to: Maybe when he realized it was Mom calling, he worried that since she knew he was home, if he didn’t answer she might go looking for him and find herself barging in flagrante.
Mother is so sexually naive that she lets you spend the night, but thinks you spend it sleeping.
Alternatively, being in his childhood bedroom may have kicked in the Pavlovian response that when Mom calls, he responds.
A boy’s best friend is his mother, Norman.
Whatever his subliminal thought process, of course his answering the phone ruined your mood. But this is just a tiny hump
HUMP! OH MY GOD I AM ON A FUCKING ROLL!
in your relationship and not a reason to flee. I’m sure he’s learned his lesson, but the next time you two get romantic, make certain to lock the door and turn off the phone—don’t even let him think about leaving it on vibrate.
Because a phone that’s turned off will completely deter a worrisome, barging-in mother. VIBRATE! *tee hee* p.s. I hate your taut young vagina.
So let me do what I can to correct an egregious wrong, though I don’t know if the person who asked this will ever see it. Your boyfriend absolutely took you for granted in the most fundamental and dismissive way possible. At that moment, you were no more emotionally relevant to him than a fleshlight. If, weeks later, you still feel betrayed, that’s understandable, and you need to take the time to figure out if you ever think you can trust him again. Will he always jump at his mother’s call? Will he always put his cell phone ahead of you in his priority list? That is not OK. Start to watch his other behaviors–does he tune you out in favor of Facebook/Halo/Game of Thrones while you’re trying to have a conversation about your day? Can he leave a text alone? Is he always like that with other people, or does he only do that sort of thing with you? I can’t tell you whether or not you should bring your relationship to an end, but I can tell you that if his behavior doesn’t make you feel good about yourself, then you seriously need to reconsider if he’s worth your time. Good luck.