Also, I detest people who can’t achieve a satisfying domestic arrangement and blame it on patriarchy, society, Santa Claus, or little green people in orange suits. I especially hate it when they infect professional spaces with their losership. It’s OK to bitch to a girlfriend that you can’t get your husband to do the dishes (although it’s still better to discuss the issue with the actual husband). But engaging in these sorry acts of exhibitionism in professional publications is beyond pathetic. It is even more pathetic to try to make yourself look more noble by attaching some theory to what is simply personal failure.
I hate domestic martyrs, hate them. Don’t want to do the laundry? Don’t do it. It’s easier to wear dirty clothes than to coexist with a self-sacrificing martyr who makes you feel guilty for every vacuumed carpet and every folded T-shirt.

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