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When you call the other mother to interrogate her about why your kid wasn't invited, you've crossed the line into entitlement.
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I don't see what she was doing as interrogation. Â I think it's the flip side of a coin. Â If I do something that might be potentially upsetting to someone, I might have someone say something to me, or question me. Â I might not like it, but there are always two sides to every issue. Â Of course no child is entitled to go to a party just because she has gone to them previously, but the idea that we are entitled to being protected from someone asking us, because it's some etiquette line that just cannot be breached is just as ludicrous to me. Â It honestly could have been a situation where the invitation was lost or whatever. Â I feel like we're never supposed to have open conversation, we're just supposed to pretend everything is fine. Â But it doesn't work because we are humans with feelings, and I think a little communication can honestly help. Â
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Now I don't think I would have asked, but I would have just assumed that the child didn't want mine there. Â For me, knowing it was something like a manicure party that cost $25 a head would make it easier to understand, so I'd be happy to have that information.
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When I was in the 10th grade, I wanted to be a candy striper. Â I wasn't aware that anyone ever got turned down for this, but I filled out the application, dressed up and went to my interview. Â I didn't get accepted. Â I was like the only one from my school who applied who didn't get accepted. Â My mom thought they were discriminating against me for my weight, but I told her that the woman who interviewed me was just as fat. Â So I ended up calling and talking to the woman in charge about why I didn't make it in. Â The woman didn't seem to understand what I was asking, she just kept questioning why I was questioning her, so I let her talk to my mom. Â She was taken aback that I called to ask why I didn't make it and said, "No one has ever called to ask that" as if I had crossed some etiquette line. Â But it was important to me to know for future interviews, I just can't imagine why I was the only one who didn't get chosen, and I thought having a reason would make it easier to accept, and show I had a persistent attitude or something. Â She wouldn't give a reason until my mom asked, "Is it because she's only 15 and most of the other 10th graders are already 16?" Â The woman agreed that was it. Â Then I found out a 14 year old friend in the 9th grade got accepted. Â I think my weight probably was a factor.
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So here I am, 30 years later and just as socially inept, I guess, but I just don't see that asking is that big a deal.
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Of course, when I was at my dad's viewing a day after he died and confronted by my cousin's wife who told me the story off all these relatives who asked to be invited to their daughter's wedding and how obnoxious it was, I commiserated with her. Â And then she point blank said, "My daughters will be expecting an invitation to your wedding" in a tone that would brook no disagreement, I said, "Oh sure" and sent both her kids an invitation. Â Now that, I thought, was pretty rude. Â But I figured why hurt feelings for $70 a plate. Â 