Women: Because SOMEONE Has to Kill the Monstrosity on My Wall (a stream of consciousness about gender roles)
This is actually a stream of consciousness. Read at your own risk. And don’t forget to check back this week as I write on an actual topic: why Seth Davis should just stick to sports.
Last night, when I got out of the shower, I walked back into my room and saw the biggest creepy crawly thing I have ever fucking seen on the wall above my bed. I’m usually pretty okay with bugs. I hate bees, but who doesn’t? House flies terrify me because of the buzzing, but I’m fully aware that they’re not going to hurt me. Gnats and mosquitos are just an annoyance, and I’ve already proven capable of simply ignoring cockroaches and pretending they are not there.
No, this thing was like, the size of my head.
So who did I call to kill it? Because I sure as hell wasn’t doing it myself. There are two boys living in my basement, I could have gotten one of them. I evaluated and quickly realized they would NOT have killed this thing. Instead, I screamed for the girl who lives across the hall.
After she destroyed the bug and commented on how cool it was that it was still wriggling after it was clearly smushed to death (ugh), I said, “have I ever mentioned that [said awesome girl] is a godsend?” Her roommate replied, “do you mean man? Because I think you meant man.”
No, I did not mean men. I specifically didn’t call the men because I realized that, despite being men and all sorts of masculine (sort of), they certainly weren’t going to be interested in removing the disgusting creature from my wall.
I tried to play it off without being a hardass about it. I attempted to joke around (which usually fails, with me). “You can be bad ass without being a man,” or “I didn’t call the guys up to do it.”
Instead, all I got out of last night is the following:
- I fucking HATE bugs.
- Said woman in my house is BAD ASS. AWESOME. KILLS BUGS.
- Men are not hygienic. A guy in our house last night informed us he’s the woman of his house because he cooks and cleans and has some semblance of hygiene.
…wait, what? Shouldn’t that just be standard
I don’t understand how it’s possible that we’re all still so entrenched in gender roles. Why is it “manly” to be dirty? I just think it’s disgusting. There are some elements of stereotypical masculinity that we can encourage others to leave behind, as there are some elements of stereotypical femininity that I would be happier to drop (my aversion to bugs, for instance).
But why is this girl suddenly a man because she’s cooler than me?
What do I do in this situation? It’s so easy to chastise people on a blog, but in reality, these are my friends, and I want to get along with them and not be a pain in the ass every time they make jokes that they seem to think are funny, but are honestly reinforcing the gender roles I’m trying so hard to dismantle so we don’t have to deal with the bullshit anymore.
How do you all handle situations like these? Do you find them funny, or do you tend to get irritated? Anyone have any suggestions?