When I started this blog, I was fresh out of grad school, jobless, and living with my boyfriend, Mike, in Pennsylvania. I’ve gotten into thousands of fights about what the roles of both men and women should be. Recently, I offended my friend, Jarvis, who is an incredible writer and professor of Creative Writing in Maryland. He posted a picture of a stack of papers and a two lap-top set up, and underneath, he wrote, “Man’s work.” Just joking around (as I have joked with Jarvis about this on multiple occasions), I said, “Where’s the tool belt?” Of course, I was insinuating that men do hard labor. Which is not at all the case all the time.
Mike, my darling boyfriend, has been known to say (upon seeing me drool over construction workers, mechanics, and farmers), “I need a man’s job.” Now, when I look at Mike, I see nothing but MAN. He’s a GIS technician who maps the land, hunts, fishes, fixes things, builds things, takes care of me, and so much more. Mike IS a man. And he certainly does man’s work.
So is Jarvis.
But I’m getting away from myself. I’ve always been one to appreciate gender roles. I found this article talking about how Generation Y (me) women don’t know how to do certain things the way we did before. I don’t know how to cook a pot roast. I probably should. And if you’ll remember, I previously wrote about how I CANNOT STAND COOKING FOR MYSELF!
Mike tells me I’m a hypocrite–that I love this idea of a woman cooking for her man and taking care of a house and babies and ladeeda. Unfortunately, he has a point. Something along the lines of, “For someone who rejoices in the idea of a housewife, you sure don’t take on the responsibilities.”
He’s right. And for a long time I fought this. I said I wouldn’t learn to cook unless I had a reason to–that being that he asked me to marry him and I would cook for someone other than myself. But I guess this is the time to practice.
When Mom married Dad, she made Mrs. Grass’s soup for almost two years…unless Dad cooked. I want to be able to cook; it’s just so hard without a goal in mind. So I’ll quit saying, “Give me a reason, and I’ll learn how to cook,” and maybe I’ll actually just start cooking.
Any good recipe ideas for beginners? Mike likes bacon.