i think i'm feminist by blood, not nature. or it seems that way. my mom taught me (not of course direct teachings, but in her own underhanded mutterings, guilt-laden) the sexist ways of the world from the start. which i guess, would imply i'm feminist by nature.
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also, i'm not going to rule out the distinct possibility that my education-by-sit-com childhood had a few "women are powerful, too" plot-lines nestled in there.
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(as a mere child) the mother made a feminist example out of herself by not cooking when possible. she used to insist that el culo cooked better, and that she had more important things to do. these things, i do not remember. she was probably making an enormous effort to keep me from memorizing lines from Will & Grace.
but now, my dad has a job (something i've learned to insist upon, so he keeps himself occupied), and does not get home until after my sister has to be rushed off to softball. this is the very specific reason why my mom has taken up making dinner. (also, i'm too lazy to take part in this...occurrence.)
i'm not sure why i keep saying 'dinner' when in actuality, the prompt was, "who is the better cook"... perhaps, because, i can't remember the last time my parents made me breakfast. they feel guilty about this, i know, because my mom mumbles about it everytime she witnesses me pour cereal on a weekday. also, when i say i'm hungry on weekends.
lunch is another meal generally not made by the designated house-cooks. i mean...i eat here on weekends, but nothing specific (detail-wise) is coming to mind...which probably indicates negativity in that area.
well, i was going to stop there, but after reading that last line, i decided it was a bit too like meghan's life depressing to end on.
enjoy this :) a classic for the ages
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