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The inherent inferiority of womanhood: [Aug. 8th, 2005|11:58 pm]
Just me.
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Since reaching adulthood, I have changed my car's oil, rewired a lamp, gone on a road trip alone, taken apart/fixed the lawnmower's air filter all by myself, bought a house with no assistance from my parents/a spouse, and countless other triumphs of the unmarried woman living without a man to do these things for her.

So why do I get so flummoxed when I unable to OPEN THE FUCKING TOMATO SAUCE JAR? Oh, my kingdom for a strong-handed man!

Note to self: stop buying spagetti sauce in faux-Mason jars, as they set the feminist movement back decades.

Yes, I did the hot water thing and the tapping the lid, and I was finally able to open it. And now my girlish hands hurt.

I swear, next first date I have, I'm bringing a stubborn jar along to test his fitness as a partner.
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[User Picture]From: kamakhai
2005-08-09 03:17 am (UTC)
not to be overly pragmatic, but my (at one time) professional advice is to strike the rim of the lid with a decent amount of force on the countertop (or other hard surface), if necessary up to the point where you start to be concerned about breaking the jar (but obviously not over). the torque required to break the seal otherwise is such that strain will result, even with sufficient muscular strength.

--chef erik
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