More "chunky" hate. Love the picture, though.
My last name means "dick" in Hindi, and I think Urdu? A Pakistani boyfriend clued me in.
@Street Tuff: Yeah, you definitely get a shower for that one!
I love it! Certain choices remind me of my grandparents' house circa 1985. (I have spent way too many years in homes that bore the hell out of me.)
I like this series, but I also think "invisible labor" is kind of misnomer. These are people with dream jobs (even if they may not be taken seriously by everyone), not, say, people working for content farms or doing the really low prestige stuff emdub mentions above.
This felt so familiar to me--I also had a grandma who lived in rural Minnesota and was a second-generation Norwegian. She did not make me American Girl accessories, though--one of my cousins had a handmade set of Kirsten's "winter accessories" made by her mom and I was so jealous.
Loved this interview! It may have motivated me to do something today other than sitting around wrapped in a comforter.
So glad to see this piece! I have always considered myself a Christian feminist (and so has my mom).
On Interview with Filmmaker Izzy Chan: "Have we adjusted our expectations of what a man needs to bring to the table?"
Chiming in very late, but I'm a thirtysomething woman in a long-term (but unmarried) relationship, and I've been the sole breadwinner for a couple of years now. I've always made more than him, and at a certain point he started having major problems with repetitive strain injuries, which were exacerbated by his office job. He quit and since then he's stayed home. We don't have kids, and our house is pretty easy to take care of, so he doesn't really fit the "stay at home husband" model.
I think I can honestly say we're both pretty content with the situation. I obviously wish he didn't have the pain issues he has, for his sake, and if anything happened to me he'd be in a tough situation. But I don't think either of us is hiding festering piles of resentment.
I was a last-timer maid of honor, and I feel really weird about it. The bride asked me way early (maybe 2 years pre-wedding?) and...I don't know. She had pretty high expectations (mostly involving planning things like the shower, bachelorette party way ahead of time) that I just was too disorganized/immature to fulfill. And I didn't really like her fiance or the rest of her bridal party, and she didn't really like my boyfriend. By the time of the wedding, I was just...tired. The day of the ceremony, I had a terrible cold, and coughed all the way through, in spite of having cough drops IN MY MOUTH. Then I showed up late to the gift opening--ugh, 2005 me, what was wrong with you? Afterwards, I didn't call her, and she didn't call me. We're FB friends, but nothing more.
Ugh, this depresses me even thinking about it again...