Because Sista reminded me about something I’ve been meaning to do for years, and to keep Aunt B from beating me with a hundred feminists, I’m going to start a new series here, aimed at men, about the joys of domestication called “Man Around The House”. If it proves popular, I may even spin it off. The first few posts will be an apologetic: why doing housework is manly and cool. After that, I’ll get practical with the how-tos.
Now, here’s where we need to establish some ground rules. I think I can convince your man to help around the house. BUT, I have to ask, please, no matter how enthusiactic you are about this, do not undermine me. Let me tell you what you can do to help:
- This cannot be “your” idea. No man wants to be browbeaten into doing something. And even pointing him to my blog, believe me, will be considered browbeating. A better idea would be to “absent-mindedly” leave these posts open on your family PC. Or something else sneaky like that.
- Please, for the love of Dudley Moore, do not point to me as an example of a “good man”. Men hate that; besides, on many counts, they are better men than me.
- These posts will be man-to-man. Do not be shocked if something I say “doesn’t sound like something Slartibartfast would say”.
- This is crucial. When he does start helping, for Walter Brennan’s sake, get out of the way! Please do not hover, and I’m begging you, don’t come along after him and “fix” what he just did. Please, I’m begging you, if he loads the dishwasher differently from you, let it be! Whatever he cooks, eat it gratefully – he did the same for you when you first got together. He’ll get better. I’ve seen WAY too many fights that started because she harangued him into helping, then criticized every little thing he did. Please, please, please, be patient and understanding, and noncritical.
I’m actually looking forward to this. It’s like male chauvinist Pygmalion. Y’all can let me know via email if I’m getting anywhere.