There is a commercial on TV that I just hate. The scene is set when a father and son stand peering at something on the floor. Someone has spilled their beverage and the two are debating on how many paper towels it will take to clean up the mess. The father says 4 sheets, the son says 5. Typically male, they stand over the mess and watch it flow towards the carpet. No effort is made to clean it up themselves.
All of a sudden, Mom pipes up and says, in an upbeat manner, that it will only take 1 sheet of the paper towels to clean up. She swoops in, wipes up the mess, rinses the paper towel out and cleans off the carpet. She seems soooo happy and cheerful to be allowed to clean up. It sickens me on two levels.
1. Why can't the damned "boys" clean up their own mess? They stand there watching the liquid seep towards the carpet like it was some sort of Nascar race!
2. No woman I know would be happy to clean up the mess in this manner. A normal woman wouldn't smile so sweetly and rush to clean it up. She would be yelling at the idiots to hurry up and wipe it up before it reaches the carpet. She wouldn't care how many paper towels were used!
This isn't a Beaver Cleaver world. And to promote the idea or concept that women are only too happy to clean up after every one is bull. What was this company thinking?
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Only On Rainy Wednesdays
Do we all have these feelings of being overwhelmed? That icky panicky feeling that makes our hearts beat fast and that lump that sits somewhere behind our sternums? Drinking helps but at this time of day, one would have to admit that they have a "problem" even though they might say "somewhere in the world it is 5:00 o'clock.
No, gin is not the answer. I know if I just get up and go down into the dark cellar (basement), and move one thing, maybe two, I will feel I have accomplished something. I have set things in piles, moved the piles, thrown things out, moved the full trash bags. It seems I just push things from one area to another. I dream of having a huge dumpster with a conveyor belt so that I can heave things on and they just go away.
This is what happens when you work at a fabric store for years. You collect and collect, big plans for making things, and then you lose interest in that particular task/project and then you lose the pattern or the idea and are stuck. My husband is not happy with the disaster. He says it looks like one of those houses where they call in the health department. Hoarding.
My sister is coming to visit. She also loves fabric but is neat and tidy and organized while I suffer from ADHD (not diagnosed). And I can not stand that she will think I am some loon woman. I think it is a sickness, this collecting. I have friends who's fabric has taken up the whole basement and most of their homes. I know it is rather normal for a sewer but I can't stand that sort of thing. So, I am throwing away everything and cutting back.
Sigh. Back to the dungeon.
No, gin is not the answer. I know if I just get up and go down into the dark cellar (basement), and move one thing, maybe two, I will feel I have accomplished something. I have set things in piles, moved the piles, thrown things out, moved the full trash bags. It seems I just push things from one area to another. I dream of having a huge dumpster with a conveyor belt so that I can heave things on and they just go away.
This is what happens when you work at a fabric store for years. You collect and collect, big plans for making things, and then you lose interest in that particular task/project and then you lose the pattern or the idea and are stuck. My husband is not happy with the disaster. He says it looks like one of those houses where they call in the health department. Hoarding.
My sister is coming to visit. She also loves fabric but is neat and tidy and organized while I suffer from ADHD (not diagnosed). And I can not stand that she will think I am some loon woman. I think it is a sickness, this collecting. I have friends who's fabric has taken up the whole basement and most of their homes. I know it is rather normal for a sewer but I can't stand that sort of thing. So, I am throwing away everything and cutting back.
Sigh. Back to the dungeon.
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