The Advice Goddess

By Amy Alkon

Amy Alkon drags people, kicking, screaming, and laughing, out of their misery with her column, which runs in over 100 newspapers. Renowned psychologist Albert Ellis calls her "saner than most of the therapists I know." Paleopsychologist Howard Bloom refers to her as "intellectually promiscuous." Amy simply calls herself a "godless harlot."

Amy Alkon's just-published book: "I SEE RUDE PEOPLE: One woman's battle to beat some manners into impolite society" (McGraw-Hill, $16.95).

Got a problem? Write Amy Alkon, 171 Pier Ave, No. 280, Santa Monica, CA 90405, or e-mail at AdviceAmy@aol.com.

A Good Time Was Jihad By All and The Deadliest Kvetch
February 13, 2014

A Good Time Was Jihad By All

I'm good friends with the woman next door, but she and her husband fight constantly in front of me and others. Recently, we were all in their car. She was driving, and he repeatedly told her everything she was doing wrong. Then he called to order a pizza, and she laid into him, saying he was ordering wrong. He yelled, "Why do you always complicate things?!" It was really unpleasant. Then, last week, they came to a dinner party at my house and started fighting right at the table! Is there any way to stop the tension and this rude behavior?
— Uncomfortable

 

It's so sweet when you look at a couple and realize that their relationship reminds you of a classic romantic comedy — like "Apocalypse Now."

There are social conventions we all just know to adhere to, like that you don't get to use other people's ears as hampers for your relationship's dirty laundry. Unfortunately, this couple seems to have reached the "winning is everything" point — the point at which social conventions get crumpled up and thrown out the car window and you and your guests are dismayed to find your dinner party doubling as a jury trial: She Never Listens v. He Orders Pizza Wrong.

Well-meaning people will advise you to take the woman aside (embarrassing and uncomfortable!) or chirp "Yoo-hoo, I'm right here!" when they go from zero to "I hate you" right in front of you. But there's a good chance these suggestions won't work, thanks to our body's sloppy and imprecise "fight or flight" system, which is seriously in need of an upgrade. It turns out that the adrenaline rush that would get triggered to help our ancestors escape a hungry tiger's attack can also be triggered by a verbal attack by a wife when her husband fails to meet certain apparently essential takeout-ordering standards. Psychologist Daniel Goleman calls this an "emotional hijacking" because the brain's reasoning center gets bypassed. He explains in his book "Emotional Intelligence" that the surge of adrenaline and other crisis hormones make a person's emotions "so intense, their perspective so narrow, and their thinking so confused that there is no hope of taking the other's viewpoint or settling things in a reasonable way."

In other words, the behavior you should have the best success modifying is your own. And no, the modification shouldn't involve riding in the trunk when you go places with them or having the garden hose close at hand at your dinner parties so you can break up any snarling dogs or married couples. A couple whose party manners fall off faster than pants on a nude beach doesn't deserve your company — much as they might like to have a witness in case one of them needs to claim "self-defense." You may want to see the wife alone, but you should decline all future opportunities to be in the presence of this duo. Of course, on occasion, it may be worth it to you to make an exception, like when you want to see a big boxing match but can't afford pay-per-view: "Hi… I'm having a party next Saturday. Wanna come over so I can take bets on which one of you will end up biting off a piece of the other's ear?"

 

 

The Deadliest Kvetch

My buddy's wife never sets me up with her friends, and I'm starting to get offended. The guy she does set up is a total player who just sleeps with girls a few times and then dumps them. Clearly, he's getting preferential matchmaker treatment because he's better-looking. I'd like a chance with these girls before he burns through them. Should I bring this up to my buddy or his wife or just grin and bear it?
— Annoyed

 

Apparently, the telepathic messages you've been sending her were stopped by their neighbors’ chimney. (Just a guess, but do you also do poorly trying to tidy up your house by moving objects around with your mind?).

Unbunch your panties. There's a good chance that wifey's true motivation isn't fixing this guy up but fixing him. While many men enjoy taking apart and reassembling cars, many women enjoy taking apart and reassembling men. They like to believe that if they just find a bad boy the "right" woman, he'll become the right man — settle down, get married, and go so daddy-track that he stops just short of personally lactating. What you need to do (after you have that huge chip on your shoulder removed) is ask your buddy's wife to make you her project — like a pound puppy in need of a good home. Before you know it, one of her girlfriends should be dressing you up in a bee costume and posting the photos to Instagram. (Sorry… was that not what you meant when you were thinking "doggie-style"?)

 

 

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