There is a sale on these magnetic note-holders for the refrigerator at our university bookstore. I wanted to buy one when I noticed that every single one of them had a female name on it: “Caroline’s kitchen,” “Debras kitchen,” “Susan’s kitchen”, etc. There is a huge box of them behind the ones on display. I rummaged in it for 15 minutes and didn’t find a single male name.
Apparently, men don’t have kitchens in the Midwest.
I didn’t know such things even existed any more. Seeing these magnets was like traveling to the 1950s. And that was not a pleasant journey.
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Even worse, why not have 1 (!) magnet with “Family Kitchen” or “Our Kitchen” or some better generic name I can’t currently think of?
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Exactly! With “Our kitchen” and “my kitchen”, we cover all possible situations.
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I want an apron with my own name. Like a boss.
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Could it just be the free market working and the fact there’s very little male demand for such items. ie- not the patriarchy holding women down?
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I was actually appalled on behalf of the men who were being held down by this vision of human existence.
But you are right, the free market is working! There is a growing male demand for such products and a diminishing female demand for them, which is why the entire bunch of the note holders is on sale for a modicum of its initial price. 🙂 I was hoping somebody would notice that.
As I said in a previous, hotly contested post “There is no feminism without capitalism.”
Wow, I’m quoting myself now. 🙂
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My dad used to do most of the cooking in our family. My mother just didn’t like cooking all that much and he did.
This sort of comfy-home cutesy twee crap got really popular around the Eighties and it never really went away. It was like there was this explosion of flowered prints and that awful oak “farm style” furniture with the heart cutouts. And those goddamn geese with ribbons around their necks. Brrr!
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“This sort of comfy-home cutesy twee crap got really popular around the Eighties and it never really went away. It was like there was this explosion of flowered prints and that awful oak “farm style” furniture with the heart cutouts. And those goddamn geese with ribbons around their necks. Brrr!”
Yes yes yes! Those geese with ribbons!
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I now feel ecstatic that I never saw those geese with ribbons. 🙂 They sound absolutely ghastly.
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I don’t give a rap. It’s just stuff.
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