My sister has a cold
My younger sister (the one who is not jlm121) has a cold.
This means, she takes lots of chemicals, goes to work, goes to school, gets her kids around and manages some housework. When it goes into bronchitis, she goes to the doctor on her day off and gets an antibiotic. And, on her way home from the doc, stops off at Kinkos and picks up some printing I sent her.
This is where I'm on the phone with her. And she said, "If this were my husband, he'd take a day off to recover and be under my feet all day. Why are men such whiny babies?"
The question was something my mother or grandmother or the women I grew up around would have asked. It was the perpetual lament of women pressed into service by men who were old enough to wait on themselves but just didn't feel good.
So, I found myself explaining male privilege and doing a lousy job of it.
Later in the week, Mudd had a temper-tantrum. I got it by phone, since I wasn't home to deal with the situation. The man does not cope when a plan gets altered by forces outside his control. So naturally, he yells and swears a lot and looks for me to make it better.
And I realized how endemic it is.
At this point, I'm wondering why I'm still heterosexual. Because to me, manhater=returning the favor.
This means, she takes lots of chemicals, goes to work, goes to school, gets her kids around and manages some housework. When it goes into bronchitis, she goes to the doctor on her day off and gets an antibiotic. And, on her way home from the doc, stops off at Kinkos and picks up some printing I sent her.
This is where I'm on the phone with her. And she said, "If this were my husband, he'd take a day off to recover and be under my feet all day. Why are men such whiny babies?"
The question was something my mother or grandmother or the women I grew up around would have asked. It was the perpetual lament of women pressed into service by men who were old enough to wait on themselves but just didn't feel good.
So, I found myself explaining male privilege and doing a lousy job of it.
Later in the week, Mudd had a temper-tantrum. I got it by phone, since I wasn't home to deal with the situation. The man does not cope when a plan gets altered by forces outside his control. So naturally, he yells and swears a lot and looks for me to make it better.
And I realized how endemic it is.
At this point, I'm wondering why I'm still heterosexual. Because to me, manhater=returning the favor.