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The inherent inferiority of womanhood: [Aug. 8th, 2005|11:58 pm]
Just me.

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.

[User Picture]From: bosstweed
2005-08-09 02:56 pm (UTC)
An ex of mine had similar troubles, combined with being a user of hand lotions, skin cream, etc., etc., and so didn't want hand damage. She had a jar opener -- I forget now what kind -- that she referred to as her DNAMD: Don't Need A Man Device. I don't know whether she called it that before I arrived in her life or not, but I suspect the latter. She was rarely an openly hostile person, and it was with such tiny slings and arrows that our relationship battles were waged.
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[User Picture]From: lemur68
2005-08-09 11:45 pm (UTC)
her DNAMD: Don't Need A Man Device.

There are so many things this term could apply to.
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