On Needing A Break and Doing Things Differently

It’s 9am and it already feels like half the day has gone by.

I’ve dropped Lilly off at preschool and usually around this time I’m rushing back home to catch up on housework, or running errands, or going off to lend my husband a hand with our business. Today though, I’ve decided to do something different.

I’ve realized recently that I’m always tired, always exhausted, and I never have time to do anything for myself. Being in the last trimester of my second pregnancy isn’t exactly helping with the whole exhaustion thing, but it’s more than that. I need a break, and I’ve realized that with a baby coming soon, This is probably the only time I’ll get to take that break.

So currently, I’m sitting at Panera Bread with a freshly brewed hot chocolate and a brand new book and this is where I’ll stay till it’s time to pick Lilly up from preschool.

The laundry can wait.

Advertisements

Don’t be THAT Guy

Like most (sane) people in the world, I believe misogyny and sexism are wrong and are issues that need to be addressed. That’s a normal stance to have. Sometimes though, you come across that special personality that is not only anti-misogyny, but deep within the realm of look-at-me-I’m-so-NOT-misogynistic-I-totally-deserve-an-award-for-this.

Unfortunately, these people are usually men. Annoyingly know-it-all, look-at-me-I’m-so-progressive men.

You know the kind of person I mean: the king of guy who will condescendingly inform you that appreciating your husband for taking on all the housework while you were unwell is silly because it’s your husband’s JOB to do so. Or that being a stay at home mom is somehow unfair to you even if you CHOSE to stay home and no one is forcing you to do so. Or that he’s such a progressive guy just because he doesn’t dictate his wife’s clothing choices.

Um, ok, so it’s not ok for me to appreciate my husband when he’s thoughtful and considerate but it’s ok for you to smugly announce how you AREN’T a giant misogynistic ass in your best I-totally-deserve-an-award-for-this voice?

Dear mister I-am-so-not-a-misogynist,

Not being a misogynistic ass does not earn you any medals, it just means you’re a decent human being. And buddy, if you feel the need to perpetually highlight how not misogynistic you are, you probably aren’t as awesome as you want people to give you credit for.

Nor does it give you a free pass to point out all the ways in which I , as a woman, am not making the right choices/am not indignant enough about imagined slights/am not ENOUGH of a feminist. Don’t loudly insist that I’m wrong to appreciate my husband doing the dishes when I was too tired to finish up because ‘its his job to do the dishes!’ Showing appreciation when someone is considerate does not make me an oppressed female you jackass, it just makes me a normal human being. And FYI, I expect the same sort of appreciation from my husband for everything I do, even if it is my ‘job’ to do so.

Equality of the sexes doesn’t mean everyone should be doing everything all the time, it means equality of choice, equality of opportunity and equality of access. My husband and I are equal because we both respect each others choices, opinions and preferences without letting our biological sex dictate what we each ‘should’ be doing. I have the choice and opportunity to work but I choose to be a stay at home mom and am grateful we can afford such a choice.

So please, don’t tell me what I SHOULD be doing, feeling or expecting, don’t pretend to know better than me what I want or prefer, and for god’s sake stop pretending that you’re doing women everywhere a favor by NOT being a misogynistic ass (which, by the way, you’re just lying to yourself about: you are a complete misogynistic ass).

End rant.

You Should be Angry

crying-baby

How exactly does one raise a daughter in the 21st century? Well, prim and proper and politically correct is one way to go about it, or you could take Lunar Baboon‘s advice and go a slightly different route:

Me, I love the idea of teaching my daughter to roar before she can string a proper sentence together, don’t you? 😛

Comic by the fabulous Lunar Baboon, all rights and trademarks belong to him.

Who Let Me Adult?

Some days you get everything done and feel like Wonder Woman, while there are other days when you can’t help but ask yourself the more important questions in life…

who-let-me-adult 

Dear Misogynists..

sexism-misogyny

Dear Misogynists,

Why hello there, fancy meeting you here. Are you enjoying life in your little bubble of existence? Are you comfy in your insulation of denial? Happy in your ‘factual’ knowledge of the ‘inherent inferiority’ of women? Good good. Far be it for me to burst your heavily fortified bubble but my humble female self would like to offer you just a few guidelines in the art of NOT getting your face smashed by a member of the ‘inferior’ denizens of society:

Continue reading

How to Tame Your Hair in 4 Simple Steps

Got unruly hair? Can’t seem to tame those tresses? Tired of looking like Simba’s frizzy cousin? Never fear, your friendly neighbourhood Jellyfish is here! What with having bad hair days for most of my adult life, I feel like I know a thing or two about dealing with untameable tresses.

So without further ado, here’s my fool proof guide to taming your hair in four easy steps:

Continue reading

Them..

Here’s to all us parents, aunts, uncles and older siblings trying to protect our baby girls from ‘Them’…

comic-daughter

Comic by the talented Lunarbaboon.