This is so the worst thing you're going to read all day.

[Content Note: Misogyny; gender essentialism; coercion.]

I guess it's Proposal Day at Shakesville. Shakers NineOfCups and IndyM both forwarded me this piece of shit from the NY Post about a woman who decided to earn a marriage proposal from her boyfriend by making him 300 sandwiches.

Listen, whatever you do inside your relationship (short of abuse) is your business. But once you turn it into "a beautifully photographed blog that documents [your] quest to woo [your] boyfriend with bread-and-meat creations" and a column in the NY Post, it's a problem. Especially when you start snarking at a "single gal whose kitchen was used for shoe storage," as if it's inherently better to be making sandwiches for a man than being single and using your kitchen for whatever the fuck you want.

And not when "make me a sandwich" is a thing used to demean women in the world. Even presidential candidates.

I mean:
"You women read all these magazines to get advice on how to keep a man, and it's so easy," [the man who has been made 176 sandwiches] says. "We're not complex. Just do something nice for us. Like make a sandwich."
What. The actual. Fuck.

For the record, I am not opposed to women cooking for men. I do almost all the cooking in our house. (And Iain does all the washing up. TEAMWORK!) But I do it because I'm the better cook, I enjoy cooking more than cleaning, Iain enjoys cleaning more than cooking, and Iain's got a three-hour commute a day that I don't have.

I do it because we both need to eat, not because I'm trying to earn something.

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