Pet Peeves

NYC can be very small for a city of over 8 million people. I love it when I bump into people I have not seen for a while, be it at events, a restaurant, a play, a gallery, or on the street. It’s always fun.

I do have one pet peeve that I would like to believe should end with my generation, but it appears it has not. It only happens with women, too.  

The first question I get asked is, “How are the kids?” I am happy to share with you what our kids are up to, aka adults, but there are many other things to question. How have you been? What have you been up to? How are you spending your time these days? 

Someone I sat next to someone at an event once who asked me, “What was the most interesting thing you did today?” It was a great icebreaker that led to more conversation.  

Many of the people who ask that do not even know my kids, which makes it more ridiculous. Our relationship was never based on our children, so why ask the question?  Perhaps I sound like a curmudgeon, but no man I have ever bumped into has started the conversation with, “How are the kids”?

The kids are my heart and soul. They are living productive lives, and I am honored to be part of their world. But, please ask me how I am doing; that seems more on point.