“Dissing your man to other women lessens the likelihood one of them will try to poach him.”
Actually, learning to cook a good spaghetti, not nagging, never... and I mean never, being disrespectful in front of other people, and occasionally meeting him at the door naked is a better method. (and occasionally doesn’t mean once every year or so)
I actually do all of those.
I praise him to the skies to people whose opinion REALLY matters:
His mother and father
his siblings
his male friends.
I solve the problem with bitchy backbiting gossipy female friends by simply not HAVING any female friends. Easier that way. No worries about that anymore. Between house, kids, marriage and garden I simply don’t have time to ‘go out for drinks and gossip’ anymore. I outgrew ‘college’ some time ago.
I lived with someone special and she started “naked spaghetti night” as our little custom.
It was fun...but...cooking together with hot pans and whatnot is problematic. And sitting down naked on vinyl chairs to eat...echh.
Dessert was the upside. And I had something to look forward to if she called at work and asked if I felt like spaghetti. Well, yes ma’am. Just not the vinyl chairs. And I knew that at some time, some point, a particle of burning hot hamburger or sausage grease was going to nail my (uh-huh) like it had eyes.
Which she found hilarious.