Traveling with my Dooney - Respecting Privacy on Social Media

“Friendship- my definition- is built on two things. Respect and trust. Both elements have to be there. And it has to be mutual. You can have respect for someone, but if you don't have trust, the friendship will crumble.” 
― Stieg Larsson, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

On the hi-line

On my recent trip to NY, my orange Dooney & Bourke bag was photographed all over the city. If a picture is worth a thousand words then the bag is proof that we were all over the city.

On the Brooklyn Bridge

Although it may seem the Dooney and I were alone on this trip, that's not true. My sister, my husband, and a good friend were there too.
However, my sister and friend, Rochelle have a strong aversion to any form of social media. I was forbidden to post any photos of them. At first I tried to argue the point - to explain how much friends and family would enjoy seeing us all together, having fun. My argument was in vain and I respected their decision to remain unplugged. This is where the Dooney came in. She became the substitute in my pictures for my sister and Rochelle.

Hiding behind a sign

There was on brief moment in Coney Island when Rochelle and another friend allowed me to post a photo where only their fingers and legs were visible.
Believe me, this was a big concession on their part.








FB friends started following my posts, curious as to where the Dooney would show up next. Many of them asked about my sister and Rochelle. When I explained their privacy issue they were very accepting. If you want to find out more about the Dooney's trip to NY visit www.lovebychocolate.blogspot.com

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

The Hubster and I have been married 27+ years. Not the longest stretch for any couple I know, not the shortest. We've had good times and bad times, survived sickness and health, tragedy and sublime happiness. We work every day to build our Happily Ever After. It doesn't come naturally or easily. I often joke we've stuck together so long because we're both too stubborn to give up.

But, in reality, it's a lot more complicated than that. As anyone married a long time will tell you, wedded bliss takes a lot of hard work.

One of the things that we work hardest to maintain at all times is our respect for one another. This thought struck me recently when I saw a meme on Facebook about how romance fans who want "realism" in their romances should remember how their husbands fart and pull the covers over their wives' heads, shouting "Dutch oven!"

Umm...nope. Never. My husband wouldn't dream of doing something like that to me. Why? Because, in my eyes, that's not how a real man treats the woman he loves--even as a joke. Yes, we tease each other. We poke fun. But there are boundaries we established while dating and in the early years of our marriage that we still don't cross.   

In the thirty years we've been together, I've never asked him to hold my purse in public or made him buy me tampons; we still close the bathroom door against each other. Yes, he saw me give birth to our two children, but that doesn't mean he needs a constant daily view of my digestive system. There may come a time when one of us loses control of our faculties and the other will have to take over those more personal needs. And if that time comes, we'll be there. But in the meantime, as long as we haven't reached that fork-in-the-road yet, we'll honor certain lines we agreed, long ago, we wouldn't cross.

Am I saying if your husband plays the "Dutch oven" game with you, your marriage is doomed? Or if you put tampons on his shopping list, you're headed for divorce court? Of course not. Hubster and I set our expectations in motion a long time ago, and we care enough about each other to still respect those expectations. 

Respect. That's why he's still my hero, and I hope I'll always be his ideal heroine.