How amazingly lucky I am.
My son, Alex, turned 18 today. He’s off at his new college experience at Nebraska Wesleyan University in Lincoln, Nebraska. I’m not lucky he’s gone. I’m lucky he got such good grades in high school, and is such an exceptional soccer player that he was recruited and accepted to an play at a private university. I’m lucky because we will somehow find a way to financially afford his, and Lauren’s schooling. I’m lucky Alex earned an incredible amount of scholarship funding or we couldn’t afford to send him.
My daughter, Lauren made the varsity soccer team today-and will practice with the varsity. I’m so lucky I have a super talented daughter who plays piano, flute, soccer, is on the flag team, AND is a straight A student. Lauren is also really nice and funny. I’m so lucky she is still at home, because it would be hard to have both kids out of the house. Yes, I know. It will happen in three years. Ackk!
But I’m really lucky because I wasn’t “outed” in the Ashley Madison hack. Why? Because I had never heard of Ashley Madison until a few days ago. If I had heard of Ashely Madison, I would have assumed she was a celebrity or something. And not given it a second thought.
I’ve heard of Dolly Madison, or James Madison. How about Madison County or Madison Indiana? I know Ashley Judd and Ashley Tisdale (yeah, my kids were into “Sweet Life” years ago) and Ashley Furniture. But not Ashley Madison.
Can you imagine if your name was really “Ashley Madison?” Oh my gosh, there must be hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. All tormented by the carnal desires of oversexed cheaters and the illegal hackers who outed them.
So one of these real Ashley Madisons walks into a bar. A man asks for her name. She say, “Ashley Madison.” The guy could say, “Yeah, right” and blow her off. Or he could assume she wants to have sex, right then and there in the restroom. It’s a nightmare! She couldn’t win.
I still don’t get how the whole Ashley Madison thing works. I mean, come on! You pay a website so you can find people to cheat on your spouse (or significant other)? Who does that?
I’m no prude and I’m open to letting people live the life they choose to live. It seems so creepy: setting up sex with someone you don’t even know. I guess it’s not that different than a one-night-stand in a bar. But at least, you are face to face with that person. Not an image and semi real profile.
So, you do you get where I’m coming from? Great kids and oblivious to the seedy word of online sex. I am really, really lucky.