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Cover, May 1962

Esquire magazine arrives in my home every month.  My husbands subscription.  A “gift”, he defends.  Sometimes I abhor it’s bizarre adoration to the female species – female species by the way that are a size 4, from Australia and hardly any over the age of 34 but I digress.  Sometimes….I can let that slide.  I mean, I do like to be adored (not that I’m a size 4….and I’m from Suburban Philadelphia).  But their articles – which yes, I do read the ARTICLES – are usually thought provoking.

Like this month has a great piece on the “Benefits of Quitting“ - the one with Leonardo Di Caprio on the cover.  Here’s an exerpt:

Drinking By David Granger

The hardest thing about not drinking for one month is five o’clock. Or seven o’clock. Or whenever you would usually have your first drink. There’s no physical craving to speak of. It’s just that you’ve gotten used to having a drink. You’ve been drinking for a long time. Years. Decades. You’ve grown used to relishing the anticipation of the first one. The first drink is the one you’ve been waiting for, and it’s just plain weird the first few times you deny it to yourself. In fact, the most difficult thing is not not drinking; it’s saying to the bartender, “Club soda on ice, with a piece of lime.” It’s a little embarrassing.

Read more: http://www.esquire.com/features/benefits-of-quitting/#ixzz0h1ovu3Av

I’ve never quit anything really.  Or maybe I did – I guess I did since I used to smoke and now I don’t.  And I used to drink coffee but now I don’t (but that’s only 2 weeks strong – and I’m still drinking….drinking tea – and I’m weak during these horrible final days of Winter.  We’ll see.) 

My kid just quit her binkie.  But not willingly.  She certainly didn’t look herself in the mirror and say, “You know what kid?  You’re a big kid now.  You’re outta diapers, you’re putting on your own boots.  I think it’s time.  No more binkie.  Ready?  Oooooh yeeeeeeah, you’re ready.”

And man, seeing a kid go through this binkie withdrawal – intense.  I’m sure I wouldn’t have….withdrawal…with anything…..right?
I don’t usually call giving something up “quitting”.  So pejorative.  Unless it’s something that’s bad for you.  Here, I’ll use “quit” in a sentence. 


Tiger Woods is going to quit having sex with lots and lots of woman.

Here’s another.


I will never quit eating chocolate as there is no point for doing such a thing.

But ok, readers, ready?  What should I quit?  I will quit something for an entire month.  I swear.  Bring it.  I can handle it.  I’m a big girl.  Who wants to play?
(Anyone wanna do it with me?  No fun playing by myself – you know.  I’m a little….scared…..I shoulda done this in February – only 28 days in that month….crap).