Why Didn’t You Click Like: Nancy Peterson Is My Soul Mate

I’ve attached a link to one of my favorite scenes from the 2015 Vacation movie ( Vacation 2015 scene: Why you didn’t click like. YouTube Clip ) – those of you who know me know I love to laugh and my taste in movies is somewhat eclectic.  When I first watched Vacation, I got a lot of side-eye during this scene.

For those of you who don’t have time to watch the 30 second link, Nancy Peterson is telling Debbie Griswold about her trip to Paris.  She pulls out her phone and shares pictures.  Debbie says she’s seen them on Instagram.  At this point, Nancy gets a little passive aggressive, pointing out that she didn’t know Debbie saw them because she never clicked “like”.  All of Nancy’s other friends clicked “like”.

Why would Debbie Griswold look at her pictures and not click “like”? It’s common courtesy.  It takes less than one second to click and let someone know you were there.

Who is in charge of social media etiquette?  I think this needs to be a thing.

Sure, I’m trying to build a professional presence on-line.  I can pretend my connection to Nancy is because of my desire to build a following.  It’s not.  I saw the movie before starting my blog and immediately related to Nancy Peterson.  I need the attention.

I have a problem.

Or a calling.  Maybe I’m destined to write a book on social media etiquette?

Are there any other people out there with my “problem”?

I Love Sofia

“Profundity?  That’s a big word,” John smirked.

Sofia’s hackles went up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”


“Is it because I’m a woman?”

“Don’t be silly.”

“Is it because I’m from Brooklyn – and not the trendy, hipster Brooklyn?”

He shook his head.

“It’s because my dad was a construction worker.”

“This is getting out of hand.”

“Is it?  Why can’t I use words like ‘profundity’.”

“It sounds like a word Nero Wolfe would use.  Or one of the many vocabulary words you’re forced to learn for a standardized test, but never actually use in a sentence.”

“I went to an excellent college.”  Better than the one he went to, in fact, but she refrained from saying so, determined to take the high ground.

“That’s true.”

“I have an excellent job.  I was the youngest Vice President in my department.”

“You don’t have to prove yourself to me. I love you.”

“Do you?

He frowned at her.

She pouted.  “I know, but you can be condescending.”

“I’m sorry.  I don’t mean to be. You’re adorable, and intelligent – smarter than I am.  I wouldn’t have married you if you were just another pretty face.”

She felt somewhat mollified by his words, and smiled.  “I love you, too, John Green.”

He took her hand and they remained in companionable silence.

After a few minutes, they heard sirens approaching.

“So, are you going to tell me how you got your head stuck in the bannister before the Fire Department arrives?”


“You’ll have to tell them.”

“I don’t think so.”  Sofia bit her lower lip.  In her sweetest voice, she said, “My love, about those pictures you took when you found me, I’m going to need you to delete them.”

“Never!  You already have a thousand likes on Instagram.  You’re going viral, baby.”





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Happy National Sister’s Day!

My sister and I are the same kind of crazy.  We would do anything for each other and always have each other’s back.  In honor of National Sister’s Day, I thought Id share some childhood photos with you.


My sister and I at Nellie Bly amusement park in Brooklyn, ca 1970s. Check out my faux fur jacket. My sister still drives me around – just not in a cool fire engine.
Here we are, in our kitchen ready to dance and showing off our turtle Boxie (creative in the name department, weren’t we?). Btw, no, we were not taking dance lessons.
My first Holy Communion in 1980. Aren’t we little angels?
A little more true to form, lol!
Let’s Go Mets! Here we are at the NY Aquarium with our brother (he’s lucky to have us and he knows it – we tell him all the time, lol). Check out those groovy 1980s hair styles and clothes.

The Dirty Old Man

“Not again,” Lisa muttered before turning to the man tapping her shoulder.

She looked him up and down.  What was it about her that attracted middle aged men?  At least this one seemed to be in decent shape.

Still, he could be her father’s older brother.  Another dirty old man.

“Look, sir, I’m sure you’re delightful.  The ladies at the club must fawn over you.  You’re certainly not unattractive – for a man your age.  But I must wonder why you’re here?  Are you trying to impress your buddies?  Prove your sexual prowess is more than a legend?”

He opened him mouth, but she shook her head.

“I’m sure you have a great job, a hefty bank account, and the means to support me.  I’ve heard it all before.  I could pretend that I’m flattered, but I’m not.  Let’s face it, you want eye candy and a nice roll in the hay.  Maybe you’re willing to be my sugar daddy or turn me into your trophy bride.”

She paused, and sighed.  “I want more.  I’m twenty-four-years-old – I’m sure you have ties older than I am – with a promising future.  I’m entering law school in two months.  Eventually, I’d like to get married and have a family.  I don’t want to change my baby’s diaper and move on to my husband’s.”

She shrugged.  “Sorry if I sound cruel, but it had to be said.  Not just for me, but for all women.  Now, why don’t you go and find someone age appropriate.”

She turned away and took a sip of her martini.

“Nice speech.  I came over to tell you that your skirt is stuck in your underwear.”  He said.

“Oh, thanks,” she called after his retreating form.  Mortified, she fixed her skirt.  How long had it been that way?

Petty or Necessary: Complaining About Patient Care

I’ve been a patient at a cancer center since April of 2016.  Overall, I’ve been very happy with my doctors and most of the nurses are lovely.  Today I felt compelled to write to the head of the organization regarding my concerns:


  1. Today, I arrived for my 1 PM appointment at 12:20 and I was called in an hour after my appointment time. A room was not ready for me, so I had to wait in the hallway.  There were no dressing rooms (they also function as lockers) so I was told I had to undress laying supine under a blanket in the CT scan room.
  2. Because the CT and PET scans were late, I got out after my next appointment was scheduled to start (same center, different building). The nurse called over, but when I arrived I was told, “You were late.  We can’t just hold your spot for you.”  I pointed out that I was late because of the center.  They claim to see patients in the order of their appointment time and not their arrival time.  Why was it different today?  I left without an MRI.
  3. The center has no respect for my time. I always wait anywhere from an hour to two hours after my appointment time to be seen – even when I am the first appointment of the day.  This is not standard practice for cancer centers and hospitals that treat cancer.
  4. The last two times I’ve had a health issue and called my doctor’s office, my calls were not returned.
  5. The nurse I met with in last Monday said she would follow-up with a call on Tuesday. I’m still waiting for that call.
  6. After treatment started, I was informed I am positive for a type of cancer that they don’t currently treat.  The treatment is about to be approved but is not yet available to the general public. I was told if the cancer comes back, they will treat it.  I have friends who went to another center who were given the treatment.  Why wasn’t I informed of any of this earlier?
  7. A social worker never followed up on something she was supposed to be working on for me, despite my faxing her the information she requested and leaving messages about it.
  8. I had a problem with a nurse (she dismissed some symptoms and I ended up hospitalized) and called patient rights who blew me off.  The nurse confronted me about my complaint and was as inefficient, rude, and dismissive as ever.
  9. The bathrooms and changing rooms in their upstate facility are disgusting (I’ve seen dried fecal matter on toilets); I’m surprised more people don’t get sick.

At first, I was too sick to stand up for myself, and was made to believe that I had no choice but to grin and bear it.  Now I feel like the issues need to be addressed.  Cancer is difficult enough to deal with.  My goal is to make it easier for those who have to go through a similar journey.

Am I being petty?  Should I have let it go?  If these things are not brought up, will they be ignored?  Has anyone had similar experiences?  Is this normal?