That’s what advertisers would have us believe. Above is a cool clip looking at how cooking a meal for your family is meant to make them love you. Well, I’m a hopeless cook and we eat Thai takeaway A LOT. My family still appear to love me. Go figure.
My friend Jacqui Lunn wrote an excellent piece on a similar subject this last week:
"There is a woman I have been eager to meet for decades. From
what I have witnessed at a polite distance and imagined from within she
is always happy, perky, a deft hand at putting a plastic liner in a bin
with one flick of the wrist and is on top of stubborn stains on white
shirts and streaks on windows.
This woman, I have come to imagine, is the wife of the advertising
executives or the mother of the creative types who are responsible for
cleaning product advertisements on television. She must exist somewhere
– it is the only explanation I can come up with for why advertisements
for disinfectants, spray cleaners, stain removers, mould eradicators
and dust collectors still star a sparkling Stepford mum.
Inevitably, in these domestic scenes, the women have defied Mother
Nature and are 23-years-old with two teenage children, a perfect home
and an inoffensive smart casual wardrobe. A miracle. What 23-year-old
wears beige capris and a French navy and white striped top?"
Read the rest here….
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Top Comments
Funny post, melanie,
I think you are a cyborg.
I am a bachelor, if I can say that after being, well,
not a bachelor for many years.
I sleep until I wake,
sometimes noon, sometimes daybreak
once even, after the evening news,
the only concern being
was the Chinese restaurant open
there is occasionally a deadline,
but nothing that can't be defined
by an all-nighter
with the odd obtuse post to Mia
to break the boredom
my time isn't confined to bus timetables
and then, with the sunrise
the reality, not the show,
it's time to sleep again
and answer the phone in the afternoon
maybe I'm the cyborg
I think you are all lazy.
I am a full-time working woman who has her own business. I have two kids, and I manage to get up at 4am, do my yoga, fix them breakfast, pack them lunch and send them to school (and hubby to work). I put the laundry on before I go to my own job.
I work until 6pm, get home and fold up the laundry, which is really quite relaxing. Hubby comes home and watches TV with the kids, while I cook dinner (while dinner is in the oven I give the house a quick vacuum and feed the dog). I save the big house clean for my day off, Sunday.
After dinner I spend an hour with the kids on homework, then shower and wax legs, bikini, bleach mo, pluck eyebrows.
I get to bed at 11pm, try to read but fall promptly asleep during the first page. Sometimes I'll engage in sex, but mostly I'm too tired.
So you see, ladies, you CAN fit it all in. You CAN have it all! I do this similar routine 6 days a week. And I do have "me" time as well. On Thursdays lunch-break I have counselling BECAUSE I THINK I AM GOING CRAZY!!
That's all for now. Ta ta!