The person after whom I curently trail, knuckles dragging on the ground, tongue lolling just in front (me, not her, okay?) as little hearts float above my thick skull, announced that I must cook, and she will wash up.
Suits me fine!
Domesticated = doing the shit the other person doesn’t want to (okay, that’s a rather broad sweep, but I’m not bothered to change it. It’s certainly true in my somewhat vague experience). I too am of the opinion that scrubbing a bathroom has about it a certain therapeutic value (watching the muck from between the tiles sluiced away…), which suits her fine. And she is the first girlfriend I’ve had who actually picks up her shed hairs before they form tumbleweeds in the corner next to the closet. So what if her underwear is strewn about the place (well, for starters it means she’s not in it, so I’m usually pretty single-minded at that point)? I like keeping my own bedroom tidy, and besides, I also discard clothes in many varied places.
Talking to adult students it seems that very few of either gender can cook. Traditional gender roles dominate in Taiwan to the extent that I’m not surprised when a man tells me he can’t microwave baked beans, although I don’t think that’s a good state of affairs. But the girls are mostly just as bad.
I would say that at least 2/3 of modern Taiwanese women are unable to take care of themselves, so they’ve achieved ‘equality’ by reducing their competence to the same level.
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Who needs to cook in Taiwan when every 20 m you have a convenience store, eatery or restaurant?
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Could NOT have said it better!!
My experience in Taiwan was that it was unnecessary to cook because one could find nutritious and inexpensive meals prepared outside the home. That being said, at least one day a week, usually Sunday, me and friends would gather and make a homemade western dinner.
About not knowing one’s way around a kitchen - I have 5 brothers who all know their way around one. The least competent one still knows how to work a grill, make sandwiches, fry eggs, make pancakes and even fake maple syrup with flavored extract, sugar and water. But, then I came from a home where Dad prepared as many meals as Mom. I think he was the better cook, she the better baker.
Not knowing how to clean one’s living space - that’s pathetic!! And, I actually don’t believe it either. People who don’t “know” how to clean are simply lazy pigs who would like others to clean up after them and/or are capable of tolerating excessive filth, IMHO.
My ex (and this is part of the reason she’s my ex), was totally inept at housework. She expected me to do my thing and then come home and clean the house as well. She also professed to be a “feminist” and that was part of her problem with domestic duties. Her “feminist” friends would mock her for cleaning or dusting or even cooking.
I think there is very much a sort of “feminist” mafia backlash against women who are domestically competant. It’s like, “WTF? Why you cleaning/cooking/scrubbing the toilet?” This sort of behavior was pretty prevalent in the circles I hung out with in college.
In any case, before you load the 16 inch guns and blast me notice the use of quotation marks.
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So some how I wouldn’t be a ‘feminist’ if I cleaned my own toliet? Okay, what am I if I get someone to do it for me?[/quote]
My point was that feminism had nothing to do with cleaning toilets. In fact, my idea of a feminist is a truly independent woman, someone who can scrape the dog doo off her own shoe instead of bagging them up and taking them home to mom (Not my ex, but the reason I think Natalie Portman is a useless human being).
As far as getting people to do things for you, I don’t know. Perhaps you just got game. However, they eventually stop doing things, as I did.
~shrug~
Really don’t know how your comments added to the conversation at all seeing my rampant use of quotation marks (beyond perhaps a snide comment about me allowing myself to be tooled for a time).