Click over to my Tumblr to read about this little social-experiment-gone-awry, where basically a girl wrote a post describing telling off a guy who catcalled her, and then a guy wrote a response post trying to demonstrate hypocrisy through gender role-reversal.
And then he got...well...served.
It's a good read. And accurate.
Tell me what you think.
You know, sometimes (often) when I go to parties and things, the question I ask myself upon my departure isn't, "Did I have a good time?" but rather, "Did I escape without doing something horrifying?"
This idea is like Tuna Ice Cubes on steroids. I can't wait to try it with Lucy and Virgil once we have a backyard to contain the madness.
Here's how the evening division of labor works in our household: I cook, Kendrick does dishes. I like this, because a) I like cooking, and b) I hate cleaning the stovetop grill, and I've been all about steaks lately. Anyway, we've divvied up chores this way for about six years now, so Kendrick has become quite handy with a sponge...and yet tends not to introduce things like the pluses or minuses of a given dish soap into our late-night pillowtalk. This is generally a good thing.
But the other night we were in bed, about to fall asleep, and he said, "Hey, you know that company you've been writing about? Mordred?"
"...Method?"
Just add jewels (these are by Hannah Warner).
Really good book (and t-shirt) optional.
