Fear my domestic skills
Dec. 1st, 2007 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
debetesseI have just iced Christmas cookies. Cookies which I, myself (in conjunction with 2 other generations of women in my family) made, with icing I, myself, made (even if I was somewhat thwarted by the mixer for a bit). They are (mostly) very pretty (there are some eye issues on one angel and a snowman).
While I am happy about being a constructive force in the Universe of late, it has been in far more (traditionally) feminine ways than I have, historically, gravitated toward. I feel like I should get hold of some power tools and build something, restore balance to the Force. But, as my entire apartment is carpeted, I may need to just play some Zelda for the time being.
*This post is in no way intended to impose value judgments or set definitions on "masculine" or "feminine"...whatever. Hell, the Santas are iced more or less just like my grandfather did them. Food, in particular, has never been women's work in my family, and I roll my eyes at students when they talk about "the boys" and "the girls" about things other than bathrooms, and this is my Black friend Alan. I've just been thinking thoughts about stereotypes and my own projects, especially with being back in the Midwest and all the "family-oreinted-ness" in my vicinity and wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff.
(It got away from me, yeah.)
While I am happy about being a constructive force in the Universe of late, it has been in far more (traditionally) feminine ways than I have, historically, gravitated toward. I feel like I should get hold of some power tools and build something, restore balance to the Force. But, as my entire apartment is carpeted, I may need to just play some Zelda for the time being.
*This post is in no way intended to impose value judgments or set definitions on "masculine" or "feminine"...whatever. Hell, the Santas are iced more or less just like my grandfather did them. Food, in particular, has never been women's work in my family, and I roll my eyes at students when they talk about "the boys" and "the girls" about things other than bathrooms, and this is my Black friend Alan. I've just been thinking thoughts about stereotypes and my own projects, especially with being back in the Midwest and all the "family-oreinted-ness" in my vicinity and wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff.
(It got away from me, yeah.)
