I Need a Man to…
This will surely sound completely impolitic. No doubt I will be accosted by a zealous feminist and given a good piece of her mind. But…
…there are days when I just need a man around here to do a couple things. Things like but not limited to:
1. Taking out the garbage. I’ve asked guys before if they consider this sexist and, actually, many just seem to consider it something they do.
2. Snaking the drain in the tub. Actually, plumbing of any sort.
3. Hooking up anything computer related. Not only do I somewhat suck at this job but I don’t have the spirit of interest many guys I know do when it comes to this department.
4. Reaching the high shelves. Of course, this assumes said man is taller than me…generally, that’s pretty likely.
5. Watching sports on tv that I can be only vaguely aware of. I love watching ESPN for mere moments on the hour. I have zero impetus to turn it on and watch sports on my own. But if there’s a game on and someone I can ask asinine questions…well, I just find that comforting.
6. Generally using tools of most sorts. I am scraping by here. I have an excellent new tool kit that I’ve used…but I’d rather not.
7. Car related junk. Oil changes, gasket whatevers, filters, blah, blah, blah.
I think these are all things that men in my family do and that now, because I no longer live with them, I’m forced to pick up the slack on. I would just as soon not do that. In fair exchange I will gladly cook, bake, and even do laundry (I’m willing to negotiate on cleaning but will make no promises here). I can also cross-stitch.
But really, if I could just get someone willing to deal with taking out the garbage and, in a related vein, deal with recycling…my life would be immediately qualitatively better. I just know it.
Note to sociologists: Back off. Is this a normative post? Yes. Did I still put it up? Yes. Get over it.