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quidditchgrrlDamn real life keeps intruding into my virtual time/space continuum. Wednesday night, right after I went to bed, my mind went through this incredible descriptive scenario for a fic that's been on my drive since Christmastime. And could I get up and write it out? Nooo, I had to be up for the one and only Thursday morning shift I'll probably ever work. And it was running through my head, pictures and all. Fuck.
When something like that happens to you, fellow writers, do you say damn the torpedos and get up to write? Or do you just pray that inspiration will strike twice, preferably when you're sitting in front of your monitor?
I should have gotten up and dealt with being cranky the next morning.
But today. Ah. Honeybunch and I went to lunch at the Happy Greek. Mmm, kopanisti and dates with Honeybunch. Much with the <3 there. :-)
Who the hell started the idea that being able to cook or not cook was a feminist statement? I can cook, and cook well, thanks. I can make pretty much anything except bacon gravy.
I've seen the t-shirts that say "Don't Assume I Cook!" and "Don't Assume I Fix Things!" (for the males). But why, specifically *cooking*? The ability to feed oneself on one's own is not a gender-specific thing, is it? I think *not* being able to cook is something akin to hair twirling - the assertion that you, as a woman, are incapable of taking care of yourself. That someone else must do for you and keep you happy and fed. Hello, Jessica Simpson. Is that bitchy of me?
A friend of ours married a woman who doesn't cook or clean. And now he's complaining that she *doesn't* do these things. I had to look him straight in the eye and say, "well, what the fuck did you expect? She didn't cook or clean for the 3 years you dated, including the year you lived together before the wedding. It's a little late now to start complaining." He didn't seem to understand that cooking or not cooking is not a power play or feminist statement, but a simple matter of ability and preference.
Honeybunch is not the best of cooks. Convenience stores were made for him. I accept this, not because he's a guy (and I should expect this?), but because he is impatient about cooking and making things from scratch is irritating to him. And if he's willing to pay for the pizza or cafe courier, I don't mind eating it! :D
I do have to admit that cooking can be tantamount to female competition for approval and acceptance. I hate potlucks sometimes, because there are those folks (mainly women, there are men like this too, I'm sure) who get very offended when their 'signature' dish isn't the rave of the party. I've been the displacer a few times, and it ain't pretty. It's not that I set out to best anyone on purpose, I just like to make good food for people. And new stuff is going to be well-received. The last time, I got raves for my veggie pizza, which pissed off a co-worker who competes in cook-offs and county fair competitions. It was just...bizarre. The claws came out and...whoa. You'd have thought I'd been plotting to take over 'her' place since I heard there was a potluck lunch. It sounds really funny, but it was certainly a new arena of cattiness I'd never experienced.
But I'm eating some kick-ass lasagna tonight, and it ain't got nothing to do with being a girl.
When something like that happens to you, fellow writers, do you say damn the torpedos and get up to write? Or do you just pray that inspiration will strike twice, preferably when you're sitting in front of your monitor?
I should have gotten up and dealt with being cranky the next morning.
But today. Ah. Honeybunch and I went to lunch at the Happy Greek. Mmm, kopanisti and dates with Honeybunch. Much with the <3 there. :-)
Who the hell started the idea that being able to cook or not cook was a feminist statement? I can cook, and cook well, thanks. I can make pretty much anything except bacon gravy.
I've seen the t-shirts that say "Don't Assume I Cook!" and "Don't Assume I Fix Things!" (for the males). But why, specifically *cooking*? The ability to feed oneself on one's own is not a gender-specific thing, is it? I think *not* being able to cook is something akin to hair twirling - the assertion that you, as a woman, are incapable of taking care of yourself. That someone else must do for you and keep you happy and fed. Hello, Jessica Simpson. Is that bitchy of me?
A friend of ours married a woman who doesn't cook or clean. And now he's complaining that she *doesn't* do these things. I had to look him straight in the eye and say, "well, what the fuck did you expect? She didn't cook or clean for the 3 years you dated, including the year you lived together before the wedding. It's a little late now to start complaining." He didn't seem to understand that cooking or not cooking is not a power play or feminist statement, but a simple matter of ability and preference.
Honeybunch is not the best of cooks. Convenience stores were made for him. I accept this, not because he's a guy (and I should expect this?), but because he is impatient about cooking and making things from scratch is irritating to him. And if he's willing to pay for the pizza or cafe courier, I don't mind eating it! :D
I do have to admit that cooking can be tantamount to female competition for approval and acceptance. I hate potlucks sometimes, because there are those folks (mainly women, there are men like this too, I'm sure) who get very offended when their 'signature' dish isn't the rave of the party. I've been the displacer a few times, and it ain't pretty. It's not that I set out to best anyone on purpose, I just like to make good food for people. And new stuff is going to be well-received. The last time, I got raves for my veggie pizza, which pissed off a co-worker who competes in cook-offs and county fair competitions. It was just...bizarre. The claws came out and...whoa. You'd have thought I'd been plotting to take over 'her' place since I heard there was a potluck lunch. It sounds really funny, but it was certainly a new arena of cattiness I'd never experienced.
But I'm eating some kick-ass lasagna tonight, and it ain't got nothing to do with being a girl.
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Date: 2004-02-22 10:26 am (UTC)It's the expectation that learning to cook and *liking* to cook means that you're somehow kow-towing to TPTB and participating in some anti-feminist sentiment by admitting it that bothers me so much.
Although, there's nothing that kills my enthusiasm for cooking than the assumption that it's my job because I'm the 'little woman.' >:O