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Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

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AMY TAN<br />

came to their own needs, humans, and women especially, were more<br />

territorial about their bloody psyches—their so-called needs—than<br />

dogs were over their raw meaty bones.<br />

That was the core problem with every woman he had ever loved.<br />

Oh, in the beginning, to be sure, she appeared to be amazingly flexi­<br />

ble, telling him that it did not matter what restaurant or movie they<br />

went to. But later, once she moved in—guess what, she hated sushi,<br />

loathed it, didn’t he ever notice? And while she was always late to<br />

every engagement, she wanted him to phone if he was going to be de­<br />

layed by even a minute. “What good is a fucking cell phone,” the last<br />

one fumed, “if you never turn it on?” Criminy, none of them knew<br />

anything about encouraging behavior, only about criticizing it. It<br />

was all about her, her needs, her perceptions. If she felt he was in­<br />

sensitive, ipso facto he was. If he argued he was not, ipse dixit, the<br />

proof was in his protesting about it. What’s more, the woman always<br />

had to come first, no matter how busy he was with his television<br />

show. Everything became a proving ground for what was most<br />

important—to her. With the last one he dated, he could not go ski­<br />

ing for a weekend with Moff without its becoming a “negative state­<br />

ment” about the relationship. Whose negative statement?<br />

With respect to turnarounds, his ex-wife was practically a multi­<br />

ple personality. His kitchen, for example—as his newly bedded girl­<br />

friend, she had loved it to pieces, adored it, had openly gushed and<br />

admired it for its original 1920s fixtures, as well as that gorgeous gem<br />

of a stove that looked almost exactly like an O’Keefe & Merritt,<br />

which would have been worth thousands had it been authentic. As<br />

newly wedded wife, she began hectoring him about her kitchen, its<br />

defects and disasters. Oh no, she could not possibly be content with<br />

what she derided as “a splash of paint here and there.” She would<br />

not hear of refacing the cabinets; the kitchen had to be gutted, top to<br />

bottom. She wanted custom cabinetry, a La Cornue range with burn­<br />

ers hot enough to weld trucks together, a butcher-block island with a<br />

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