And then he said “Get back into the kitchen” *hur hur*
One of my friends classmates had a wonderful time telling me yet another joke involving women and kitchens. Because as y’all know it is incredibly rare for a feminist to be told those jokes, and we find it such an original example of wit. *sigh*
A while back there was a lovely day, full of sunshine and happiness. For the first time in ages I could go outside without feeling I had to check my extremities for frostbite. My family decided it was the perfect day for a shopping trip. *sigh*
A combination of these two events got me to thinking.
We perused an entire store dedicated to kitchen appliances in an area with two dozen shops, most of them boutiques for tourists. It is the kind of place people like my family shop at for practice rather than to actually buy anything. Still it has a shop which focuses solely on the kitchen.
The stores contained an avocado slicer, event themed fridge magnets and glorified pipettes among other useless doodads. What the hell is wrong with us? I can stomach snazzy watches and room sized wardrobes but event themed fridge magnets?! Capitalism and consumerism is fucking crazy.
Perhaps I am a little fixated on the event themed fridge magnets. Yet, take something as simple as a cups. We have glasses, tea cups, coffee mugs, wine glasses, champagne flutes and sundry plastic novelty containers. There are even magnets that masquerade as cups. Do we really need all that?
We are also prey to the pervasive idea that we need a normal set of dishes and a nice set. The same goes for cutlery, place mats, coasters and salt shakers. What if we used half the time spent on buying this crap for ourselves? Because let’s be honest, under patriarchy it is the women who are expected to buy these things. Not only that, they are expected to wash them and use all the above mentioned doodads to create food for the household. The upper echelons of the groups who sell this crap, the groups who make it, the groups who market it, those are the ones who profit. Of course, under patriarchy, they are predominantly men. -insert rant about how women perform the vast majority of unpaid labor–
I don’t particularly care if my place mats and napkins don’t match. I’m also not going to buy fifty little doodads. I can serve pasta with a spoon if I so choose. And no, I will not get back in the kitchen.