There's wimmin's work, there's bloke's work, and there's blog posts that stretch some people's boundaries of fairness and taste (and this may be one of them!).
In all fairness to my fair self, I do a shitload of blokes work. Most of the time this is because there is no bloke to do it, but often it's just because I know I can make a better fist of something than someone else.
I tile the kitchen,
I always install the full TV, video, dvd, stereo, amp, record player, tape player surround and bass speakers,
I dig holes,
I can not only bog any hole in a car to near perfection, but fully service any pre 1975 Australian model vehicle,
I paint the house,
I build fences,
lots more too,
and I don't mind doing any of these things,
BUT
There's some jobs that are just,
simply,
blokes work.
It's not that I can't do them. I just don't want to.
1) Anything to do with electrical (this includes the car, after zapping myself one time)
2) Anything to do with plumbing. I just don't like it. It's a bit gross.
3) BBQ. I totally could, but it just is blokes work.
Of course, there are a few other things, such as taking the garbage out, fixing fuses in the middle of the night, checking to see if 'that' noise is a burglar, and sundry that I also deem to be blokes jobs, but they usually fall in my lap anyway, due to lack of available blokes at opportune moments. Blokes can also feel free to take control of ordering my meal (as long as they have good taste), making restaurant/hotel bookings, ordering taxis, defending my honour, and devoting themselves absolutely to my comfort and happiness.
In exchange for this inventory, I offer a triumvirate of chick's jobs –
1) Giving birth…wimmin's work
2) Teaching the children to drive when they are of the right age…wimmin's work (derr, we want the drivers of tomorrow to be the survivors of tomorrow)
3) Having the final say on everything, because generally, even if we don't know what we're talking about we have a fair idea of what the outcome should/needs to be…wimmin's work.
Today, against my will, I had to go buck my own system. I had to do bloke's work that I really did not want to do.
Two blokes had already thrown in the towel on this one, but the toilet kept leaking. Something had to be done, and I was the only one to do it.
That damn cistern had leaked for over a month. Not a lot. Just a trickle. But it came to drive me crazy. I wanted it fixed.
I asked for help, but it never came. I just had to suck it up and stick my hands in.
I replaced the problem part.
Blokes at the hardware were unsure of my capabilities, but I knew I could do it.
I just didn't want to.
'Cos it was bloke's work.
But I did it anyway.
I am now the champion of the world.
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