This week's RevGalBlogPals challenge: Name five things you like a lot that some close relative or significant other did/does not like. This could be food, movies, hobbies, music, sports or whatever springs to mind.
1. Chocolate. I love it, and consider it a food group. Fellow Traveler hates it. So when she gives me a gift of chocolate -- like my Valentine's Day custom-printed M&M's -- I consider it something of an act of sacrifice as well as of love; sort of like when I gave my rabidly conservative late father a -- shudder -- Rush Limbaugh book one Christmas.
2. Janis Joplin. I like her music; Fellow Traveler hates it.
3. Cartoons. My parents used to be absolutely mystified by my adult enjoyment of cartoons -- whether favorites from my childhood like Bullwinkle ("Come, Natasha -- vee get moose und sqvirrel") or "adult" cartoons like The Simpsons. In their minds, cartoons were for kids -- period. I remember trying to exegete an episode of The Simpsons for my parents, pointing out the sly allusions to popular culture and such, and having them look at me as if I were mentally impaired. "You really can't grow up, can you?"
4. Recreational cooking. My mother sometimes had a difficult time understanding how I could find cooking relaxing, or why I would happily launch into a recipe with 20 ingredients and ten steps when I could just buy an instant mix that made a reasonable (to her) facsimile instead. She also used to shake her head at my tendency to get odd culinary urges in the evening -- bringing out the cookie-making ingredients at 9 p.m., for instance.
5. Recreational shopping. While I am the dispositional opposite of a mall rat, there are times when I can spend a whole day in a big-box store just seeing what's there -- I'll have some "need" items on my list, but then I'll find myself wandering around just to sight-see the merchandise. (For those of you familiar with Meijer's stores -- those are my favorite stalking grounds when I get in this mood.) For Fellow Traveler, this is the equivalent of pounding bamboo splinters under her fingernails. This is one of those "May there be spaces in your togetherness" things, I think.