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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: tinymammoth
2005-08-09 08:11 am (UTC)
THIS IS THE GREATEST THING EVER:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00008GS9U/qid=1123574970/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-0377888-2867347?v=glance&s=home-garden&n=507846

I was reluctant to admit I needed it, but it works so beautifully and is so worth the $30 and the counter space.

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