I saw this article in Town and Country Magazine.
A passionate account of a woman trying to smoke in the modern world.
www.townandcountrymag.com/society/tradi ... dying-art/
https://web.archive.org/web/20220707090 ... dying-art/
This wouldnt be an issue in my house.
It's not just the nicotine that's addictive. There's the seductive ritual of smoking itself: the allure of having a man light your cigarette, allowing a momentary flicker of sexual tension, even if he's disgusted by the habit. I like that lighting up gives me a moment to pause for thought after a tricky question from a dinner partner. I love my exquisite Dunhill lighters and the vintage crocodile cigarette case that looks so pretty in my bag, or the beautiful gold one with the sapphire bead closure, inherited from my grandmother. A friend once gave me a tiny silver receptacle for butts that fit in even the smallest clutch. She felt that if there were no evidence, perhaps it would be easier for me to sneak cigs over the course of an evening. This became a bit absurd (and I stank up a lot of lovely bags), so I went back to using any old dish on the coffee table as an ashtray.
Post by Heike on Jun 13, 2018 at 8:27pm
Very well written.
It's not an issue in our home either, even though my husband is a non-smoker. We have our compromises; the kitchen and one unused bedroom are my smoking areas. And his car is non-smoking, which means when we go anywhere together, we normally take mine. And when we go out, we sit in smoking sections if av