Housework on my mind

I love, love, love loved Gemma Hartley's "Women Aren't Nags-- They're Just Fed Up" essay in Harper's Bazaar last week.  LOVED it.

I loved it so much that Ben and I talked about it on POTY, in fact.  You can listen on iTunes or on our podcast website.

(I sound kind of like a windbag when I try to talk about academic work on the same subject, but I just wanted to point out that this is a well-articulated conversation that lacks appropriate resolution.)

Speaking of being a feminist killjoy, my latest Madison Moms Blog post talks about how to be equal partners by dividing up the housework in painstaking, joy-sucking detail. (This refers to both the dividing and the essay).

Clearly, in the midst of a busier-than-usual back-to-school season, I have housework on the brain.  Also, I came home from work at 4:45 yesterday and did not sit down on the couch until 10pm, and during that window, I made tonight's dinner.  JUST SAYING.

Oh look, she's preparing for a lifetime of emotional labor and entrance to the public sphere predicated on Cinderella-like labor in the home.  How ADORABLE.