"In vacant or in pensive mood..." I am: Bekah; 24; Law Student / Favorite Things: Carbs (so there!), Johnny Damon, Smiling at babies, Grilled cheese, Comfortable silence / Favorite Supreme Court Justice: Brennan / Favorite Wilson: Owen by an inch / Today's Special: Song: Elliott Smith, "Bled White"; Quote: "You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff." Please love me: mmbekah@yahoo.com


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I've spoken with a few people about my post today, and I think I should make a few things clear: 1) The rumors are true, I do tend to exaggerate sometimes. The JC Penny commercials do not actually make me livid. I am not writing a strongly worded letter to the president of JC Penny, or going on a hunger strike outside of their store at the mall. I am not distributing flyers denouncing JC Penny as sexist or communist or fascist or anything. I merely think that their commercials perpetuate annoying ideas about what women and men can/should be doing. 2) I love babies. Eventually, I want to have lots of babies. Babies probably make me happier than anything in the world. Especially when I see them taking naps, their chubby cheeks flushed and smooshed against their Daddies' shoulders and their little curls stuck to their hot foreheads. I also want to take care of my babies when I have them--I just think I should have some help in that department. 3) My main point is that if both parents work (which is the norm today), both should help with house stuff. It's like with my parents. My Mom always cooks, but my Dad always does the dishes (such a good boy). That being said, the household duties were definitely skewed, and I still think my Mom is Superwoman. I honestly want to kick myself when I think about how much I complained when we had leftovers for dinner (leftovers of a superbly prepared meal which she cooked for us after a full day of work), or whined about having to do my own laundry when I was still at the tender age of 15. Now go hug your Mom and we'll be done here.

posted by Bekah at 6:10 PM :: |