Question Party!
There's the 5-question interview thing going around, and since I always think it's fun to do one from time to time, I'm indulging. So, gaaneden got off five good shots, and here are the answers:
1. Hell freezes over and you discover that you are pregnant. Now what? What will you do?
Given that if it happened with my plumbing, it would most likely be an ectopic pregnancy, I'd quite sensibly serve it with an immediate eviction notice. We're not in Nicaragua, and it's perfectly reasonable to put my health above that of a doomed zygote's.
But that's a little like dodging the question, playing the trump card.
What if Hell froze solid and then Satan went ice-skating with Tiny Tim, and the pregnancy was a normal one? Well, there was a time when I'd have hedged by saying "I don't know what I'd do!" or, before that, I just wouldn't have had the heart. I was softer, once. I'd have gone for adoption. But now? I truly have no interest in being a parent, and none whatsoever in being pregnant.
I'd abort it.
I loathe doctors, I have major issues dealing with them, and I have no desire to undergo an abortion as a festive and fun-filled weekend experience. But I'd do it.
2. You have a choice - to be able to dance again like you wanted with no fear of injury or you can be at what you perceive to be your ideal body weight. You cannot have both. Which do you choose and why?
There was a time when I would have chosen to be able to dance. Not so anymore.
The simple truth of it is that I could go back to class now, do it without fear of (much) pain, but I haven't. I wasn't comfortable with the troupe dynamic, and this is nothing on the studio or the girls. It's just that I'm not the sort of person who enjoys practicing endlessly, I don't enjoy warmups or drills, and I didn't enjoy the hemorrhaging of money that occurred for lessons, costumes, gas money, makeup, etc. so that I could perform. And if I'm not doing it to perform, I'm doing it for exercise. I'd like to go back for fitness reasons, and someday I am certain I will, but my schedule doesn't have room for it in the evenings right now. It's a trade between doing that and time with Sargon, and . . . well . . . there's a reason we're married, you know.
I'd prefer to be at my ideal body weight. Dance is one small thing I enjoy. If I could be at that weight, and know that I could maintain it, that would make many of the things I do more enjoyable.
If someone offers you a choice between something you love but wasn't a good fit and something you've always wanted and never had, you'll probably pick the thing you've always wanted.
I have the nagging feeling that I picked the "wrong" answer to that one, but it's the truth.
3. NBC comes knocking. They want to do a reality TV show around you and your life. Do you accept? It's a lot of money.
It would have to be a lot of money! And it would depend on what, exactly, they wanted to do.
I'd consider it, but my list of restrictions would probably mean they wouldn't go for it, and it's a deal I could stand to pass up in any case.
I'm very private, and I don't much like people hanging around me. I get nervous when I'm being watched. I don't think I'd like it very much. But for a week or two, I could do it and it could be a lot of fun.
It'd have to be a comedy-type show, though. Definitely.
4. Are you a screamer or a moaner? *wink-wink-nudge-nudge*
Sargon tells me I holler, which is like screaming, only it's "manly." Apparently, yes, I also do my share of grunting, growling, moaning, groaning, screaming and - I admit it - squeaking. I'm noisy.
I can't speak for myself, since I don't much remember what the hell kind of noises I make. I know I end up hoarse a lot. And I swear like a blue-balled pirate. I know that, because I remember the shocked looks on the faces of the last two people to discover this. I also remember having the cops called on me for it at our first apartment.
That, my friends, was a banner night.
5. What is the one question you wish people would ask you in these things? Ask it and answer it, please.
This is such a cool question. Sargon always appends a question like this when he's interviewing a band. Sadly, I have no idea, none, what I would ask.
So I turn it over to the rest of you: ask me a question. They can be serious or flippant, personal or just general. Whatever. If there's anything you have ever wanted to know about me, cough it up and I'll tell you. I will answer as honestly as I can. "I can't answer that without compromising or embarrassing someone else" is an honest answer, though.
And if you want me to ask you five questions (most likely very silly questions) so you can post the answers on your journal, ask, and I'll see what I can come up with!
(If you want to see the others, I've done these before, and again, and one more time, ages ago. It's been too long.)
1. Hell freezes over and you discover that you are pregnant. Now what? What will you do?
Given that if it happened with my plumbing, it would most likely be an ectopic pregnancy, I'd quite sensibly serve it with an immediate eviction notice. We're not in Nicaragua, and it's perfectly reasonable to put my health above that of a doomed zygote's.
But that's a little like dodging the question, playing the trump card.
What if Hell froze solid and then Satan went ice-skating with Tiny Tim, and the pregnancy was a normal one? Well, there was a time when I'd have hedged by saying "I don't know what I'd do!" or, before that, I just wouldn't have had the heart. I was softer, once. I'd have gone for adoption. But now? I truly have no interest in being a parent, and none whatsoever in being pregnant.
I'd abort it.
I loathe doctors, I have major issues dealing with them, and I have no desire to undergo an abortion as a festive and fun-filled weekend experience. But I'd do it.
2. You have a choice - to be able to dance again like you wanted with no fear of injury or you can be at what you perceive to be your ideal body weight. You cannot have both. Which do you choose and why?
There was a time when I would have chosen to be able to dance. Not so anymore.
The simple truth of it is that I could go back to class now, do it without fear of (much) pain, but I haven't. I wasn't comfortable with the troupe dynamic, and this is nothing on the studio or the girls. It's just that I'm not the sort of person who enjoys practicing endlessly, I don't enjoy warmups or drills, and I didn't enjoy the hemorrhaging of money that occurred for lessons, costumes, gas money, makeup, etc. so that I could perform. And if I'm not doing it to perform, I'm doing it for exercise. I'd like to go back for fitness reasons, and someday I am certain I will, but my schedule doesn't have room for it in the evenings right now. It's a trade between doing that and time with Sargon, and . . . well . . . there's a reason we're married, you know.
I'd prefer to be at my ideal body weight. Dance is one small thing I enjoy. If I could be at that weight, and know that I could maintain it, that would make many of the things I do more enjoyable.
If someone offers you a choice between something you love but wasn't a good fit and something you've always wanted and never had, you'll probably pick the thing you've always wanted.
I have the nagging feeling that I picked the "wrong" answer to that one, but it's the truth.
3. NBC comes knocking. They want to do a reality TV show around you and your life. Do you accept? It's a lot of money.
It would have to be a lot of money! And it would depend on what, exactly, they wanted to do.
I'd consider it, but my list of restrictions would probably mean they wouldn't go for it, and it's a deal I could stand to pass up in any case.
I'm very private, and I don't much like people hanging around me. I get nervous when I'm being watched. I don't think I'd like it very much. But for a week or two, I could do it and it could be a lot of fun.
It'd have to be a comedy-type show, though. Definitely.
4. Are you a screamer or a moaner? *wink-wink-nudge-nudge*
Sargon tells me I holler, which is like screaming, only it's "manly." Apparently, yes, I also do my share of grunting, growling, moaning, groaning, screaming and - I admit it - squeaking. I'm noisy.
I can't speak for myself, since I don't much remember what the hell kind of noises I make. I know I end up hoarse a lot. And I swear like a blue-balled pirate. I know that, because I remember the shocked looks on the faces of the last two people to discover this. I also remember having the cops called on me for it at our first apartment.
That, my friends, was a banner night.
5. What is the one question you wish people would ask you in these things? Ask it and answer it, please.
This is such a cool question. Sargon always appends a question like this when he's interviewing a band. Sadly, I have no idea, none, what I would ask.
So I turn it over to the rest of you: ask me a question. They can be serious or flippant, personal or just general. Whatever. If there's anything you have ever wanted to know about me, cough it up and I'll tell you. I will answer as honestly as I can. "I can't answer that without compromising or embarrassing someone else" is an honest answer, though.
And if you want me to ask you five questions (most likely very silly questions) so you can post the answers on your journal, ask, and I'll see what I can come up with!
(If you want to see the others, I've done these before, and again, and one more time, ages ago. It's been too long.)