This morning at breakfast, The Mayor was singing a completely tuneless, high-decibel, resounding combination of High-Ho-The Derry-O and Come By Here My Lord.
When I tried to join in, The Mayor said, "No Mommy. Only the boys can sing. You can't sing. Girls can't sing."
While I know this is going to amuse my own Mother, since as a child I used to routinely say, "Mommy, DON'T SING!" when she was happily singing along with the car radio, and while I don't have to participate in the medley-ification of High-Ho-The-Derry-O with Come By Here, I do have to defend a woman's right to sing and teach my son something of gender equity, right?
So I told The Mayor that girls could sing, and that in fact, girls could do all the same things boys could do.
K piped up at this point and said, "You can't write your name in the snow with pee."
[See my mouth hanging open.]
THIS is my self-proclaimed feminist husband? This is how he helps me teach our son that girls and boys are equals?
Now I have to dig out a hula hoop, practice my moves and book a trip to the snowy north this winter -- all to spell J-E-S-S-I-C-A.
Too bad my name isn't shorter. Like S-U-E.
I'm going to have to load up on fluids.
Friday, October 06, 2006
The Great Gender Argument Boiled WAY Down
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LOL! that's going to be a little difficult to manuever, but i wsh you luck.
Ha, Ha! Don't Sing!!! It takes a long time but what goes around comes around.
If Owen continues these sexist thoughts he may walk in your brother's footsteps. You will teach Owen how to do laundry and cook and then he will inform you that he plans to marry and never do these chores again because his wife will do them. This said despite the fact that his Dad shares chores. Your brother has actually achieved this nirvana. Imagine my amazement!
Wow, please bring a video camera! I think you could get in Guinness if you pull it off! (PS--wear your old boots. I'm just saying...)
But! But! Oh hell, make Kevin explain to Owen why men can't have babies. Bawhahaha
and think how fantastically good for your pelvic floor - harharhar
My son is STILL saying "Stop Singing, Mom!" It's not that I have a bad voice or anything, but apparently it distracts him from whatever he's thinking about. And surprisingly, sometimes he asks me to sing for him!
As to writing your name in the snow... it's just like everything else. We can do it, but we have to work three times as hard for the same payoff. Some things just aren't worth it.
That said, there are days when I'd give anything for a penis. Usually those are the days when indoor plumbing is in short supply.
What a quick witted son you have there Jessica! You should be so proud!
"Mama no sing!" may well be Bub's most-often-uttered sentence. He seems to have generalized it to mean, "Mama desist from all vocalizations, especially if they rhyme or involve making me come for supper."
My girls scream at the top of their lungs if I join in with their singing. I was taking it really personally. I'm so glad to know it's not just me!
In my house we've always taught the girls they're not as important as their brother. Is that wrong? JUST kidding!
Kevin and my husband MUST be related...
Or went to the same school... because I had the same retort many pee's ago...
And you have a whole few months to practice your peemanship...
You husband also forgot about you not being able to kill spiders....
I love the idea of you practicing with a hula hoop for this activity.
OR, you could get one of those pee cones! They're made just for girls.
All those Ss are going to be tough.
too funny! arent men great help ??
That is gonna be a lot of fun eh! :)
All the best of luck.
And thanks for the well wishing.
Sounds like a good Youtube.com candidate.
hmmmm that could be a great moment in feminism history. you go, woman!
lisa
I fear Kevin may be right. Trying to write Jessica in the snow is likely to lead to wet shoes or socks or both. But have fun trying!
WOW!! I am impressed :)
You have to take a picture of your work when your finished!! LOL
I laughed out loud at the idea that you're actually training for this exercise with a hula hoop.
How about just your initials?
here in Russia there are bathrooms where I have to pee standing up... the trick is not getting your shoes wet!
all it takes is some mighty fine pelvic muscles and some hip swing. you go, girl.
LMAO. Good luck with that!
I just wanna know where you got that *delightful* comic. it's priceless.
also, if you can make pee happen whilst shimmying a hula-hoop around thine hips, thou art a divine being. truly.
it's not that we don't think you can do it, it's that we think you can't do it without your footprints disrupting the artistry.
ultimately, I think it's a fair trade for the ability to pee without getting some on the seat.
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