Q. My Boyfriend’s Stuffed Animal Collection: My boyfriend has about two dozen stuffed animals. They are, apparently, the survivors of a childhood collection once numbering over 100. When asked, he can explain the individual reason for each one he saved. (Invariably it was a gift from so-and-so, a group of people that includes family and friends but no exes). Most of them are kept on a shelf in his closet, but one has a place of honor on his bed. Part of me feels like it shouldn’t be any big deal—after all, I went to college with a teddy bear, who currently resides on my nightstand. But part of me keeps fixating on the fact that he’s a man in his 20s with two dozen stuffed animals, which is hardly the norm. Is this a cause for concern, or should I let it go?
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A: In Japan there is a disturbing trend for disaffected young men to fall in love with a pillow printed with their favorite anime character and announce the pillow is their girlfriend. So thank goodness your boyfriend does not have such a relationship with any of his little friends. Men have been told that women do not want testosterone-addled brutes in their lives (OK, maybe the success of Fifty Shadessends some mixed messages), and you don’t get much less brutish than a stuffed animal collection. It’s a good sign that the group is only 20 percent of what it once was and that with one exception they live in the closet. You yourself have gone through life with a special teddy bear (do you bring him to your boyfriend’s for a sleepover with his special friend?), so you’re right, you should be more accepting. If this is the only thing that bothers you about a great guy, then you need to look at your own sexist beliefs.
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Ok, I will publicly admit (or at least as public as this board is) I sleep with three stuffed animals. I am 43 years old. DH is used to it. I have two small ones for each hand and one that I wrap one arm around since I sleep a cross between on my side and belly.
I don't know what I will do when the bigger one finally falls apart. I have had him since I was 17. I cannot find an exact replacement. It's a Snuggles bear that is about 20-24 inches tall. I can only find the smaller ones.
The ones for my hands have changed over the years. I just need to be able to separate my fingers. I think that this has helped slow down the progression of carpel tunnel in my hands. I do feel it when I don't have access to them at night.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.