I don't know where or when it started, but at least in traditional Chinese culture, the woman cooked and cleaned and the man was responsible for making money. (I've been told in Korean culture, it is acceptable for the woman to cook and the man to be the judge of her cooking. If a husband came home and didn't like what he saw on the table, he can flip the whole table over and tell her to start over. She'd comply.) And history is my worst school subject, so bear with me, but it seems 1950s America was like that too?
If you were a wife, you were expected to slave all day in the kitchen, wearing something nice (usually something that resembled a dress with an apron over it) and have your husband's dinner ready on the table when he gets home from work.
Nowadays if you are traditionally Chinese, it seems expectations are taken up a notch---as his wife, do all of that, plus have a successful career like doctor or lawyer to accessorize with your cooking.
And what about the bedroom? For those who have experience with porn, and even those who are just aware of it, it's no secret that these video clips constantly depict women as serving men's every sexual desire. She exists so that she can satisfy whatever sexual wish the man may have. He is dominant. She is submissive. No other purpose.
A guy should strive for being good in the sack. He's only attractive and worthy if he can bed a lot of girls. Just look at this Axe commerical:
It's accepted, even encouraged, for boys at a young age to aim for losing their virginities early and then try to get as many girlfriends as they can, ending the relationship as soon as they "hit it." That's what makes you cool. That's what deems you valuable in the eyes of other guys, and sadly, some girls as well.
Let me tell you how the idea that women were born to serve men came to be. It happened on the day women decided multi-tasking is too much work. So you want me to have this workaholic schedule while still have time to cook, to clean, to take care of the kids and then after, to please your every sexual whim? Hello! You go out and hunt and protect the cave wihle I nurse our babies.
Or...I'm the CEO of National Television. I make so much why don't we just hire a nanny to watch over the kids? Then we can fight about how neither of us is around for our kids because you're also partner at Big Prestigious Law Firm, LLC and get a divorce because we're never around for each other either. So why not just stay at home and serve the man instead? No work. No career. No fuss. Just make my man happy. Don't judge me.
I was just listening to that and my response is...yeah, right. I've never been kissed. I wouldn't know.
Thank you @iones_island for tagging me and bringing me back here. We've been pretty swamped at work and I'm doing everything I can just to stay afloat. So if I'm really tired and act it, it's because I am, haha. On a semi-fun/positive note though, just discovered this spicy salsa tuna on accident and have to say it was quite the yummy:
Here's a little ode to my favorite show of the moment. This clip shows why Austin Moon is the best guy friend that a girl could ask for:
And here's a clip featuring Dez, one of the most original, random, funny, smart and lovable characters on TV now:
I have been tagged by @SaintBlue1131 to do the Word Challenge/Game. It goes like this:
We've taken to trivializing our language and words, using the extremes to somehow get more out of our expressions and conversation, perhaps it is the natural tendency of humans to push the boundries or maybe we just think it's funny :)
So the game is to pick 6 words that I have been mis-using and trivializing..
Here are my 6 and then I'm supposed to tag three people. Well then I tag the first three people who comment and want to do this. It was quite fun for me so maybe it'll bring some fun for you. =)
sick I've been using this one more and more lately. Certainly I've used it correctly according to Urban Dictionary, but not what it was intended to mean. Here is an example on Xanga when I used it to describe a dancer: This ain't even his best work.
disaster I don't use this one a lot, but definitely when I've used it the situation was nowhere near a disaster. I remember using it in college one time to describe a D.C. clubbing experience. Epic fail probably would have been a better term.
amazing They were talking about this word on the radio the other day. It's true. I'm guilty of using this word too much to the point that you have to wonder if what I was describing really was "overwhelming in surprise or wonder."
fine I respond with this a lot when I don't even mean it. My hair is fine. That's one correct usage.
like Who hasn't used this word incorrectly? -.-
forever "That took forever!" How many times have I said that?
*A couple weeks ago I came to the realization that my love for boy bands has officially ended. This is kind of like my crush on Josh Hartnett ending that I talked about two years ago. Whenever I go through a period of obsessing over a new boy band (read: 1D) it's because during that time I am single and craving some sort of intimacy like that. Then I go through a non-obsessive period because I was either in a relationship so someone real was satisfying that craving or I stopped craving intimacy for the time being. But now it's different. I'm letting go of the boy band craze. And it's surprisingly easy. I think I'm finally growing up! *gasp* Never thought I'd see the day when that happened. :D (Yeah, Avril Lavigne's latest single isn't helping. :P)
*I've been reading a book about a serial rapist-killer and it's making me feel things and making me weirdly thinking from one of two perspectives: either I could be a target for such a crime or how it feels to be the serial criminal. And the book is really scaring me. But I have to read it as part of my job. :/ I don't know, I'm still thinking on this.
*If I could be anyone in the world that I wanted, I think I would want to be a ballerina.
*I don't like socks, not even in the wintertime, but they do come in handy in the wintertime.
*I now really know that I don't have a good singing voice or dance moves, but that will not stop me from doing said activities to stay fit and enjoy in my room while no one is listening or watching.
*My favorite flower is the dandelion.
I am taking a kind of sabbatical from Xanga to breathe. I may not have a big heart, but when it comes to the people I really care about, I have a huge heart. When you break that bond with me, I have no choice but to close off my heart to protect it. I will be around. I do notice tags and mentions and all that good stuff, so if you want me to comment on something, I will. Thus, a kind of. I'll be back.
It makes me laugh how much life is a sickly cycle. And everyone else seems too busy or wrapped up in their own worlds to notice. I never stop reflecting. I can't just shut it all off, though sometimes I want to. I think, therefore I write. Or at least want to. There seriously needs to be some sort of automatic suspended pen in the air with a piece of paper (preferably spiral notebook looseleaf) attached to my soul so that words can constantly spew across the page incessantly. Seriously. There. needs. to. be.
Let's strip everyone of all their degrees. Past, present and future ones. I say screw them all. Screw all the haters and judgers. Screw all of them for screwing with our self-esteems, with our minds. I understand some occupations require more learnedness than others otherwise you wouldn't be able to do the job right and then the next thing you know 10 people are walking around with Courtney Love pumped out lips. But let us not look down or up on someone based on how many degrees they have. Let's look at them, stripped.
I hate that look that someone has on their face when they are confused, offended or feel like you're being shallow. Know what look I'm talking about? I often get that look when I say something too quickly or have trouble coming up with the right word in the moment so I use circumlocution like I did back in Spanish class except I'm talking in English and then I just turn out to be either a big hypocrite or jerk or something else negative like that. (I think the moment is happening in real time.)
When I see that look I always have this urge to ask the person what they are thinking or what is confusing, but I never actually ask. Because if I asked, I'd have to memorize the above paragraph and repeat it verbatim.
I absolutely cannot wait to bring Vanessa home! I'm so excited maybe I'll post some video clips of me playing her. It would be a private concert for my Xanga peeps. Fiddle-dee-dee!
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But I have to read it as part of my job. :/ I don't know, I'm still thinking on this.