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The casual misogyny of grabbing a dishcloth.
Also known as “having to deal with tradies (Aussie for trades-people)” and a man partner.
So today, we had some plumbing done. The plumbers came and they did their job. I was working from home while my partner had taken a week off work to “spend more time with the kids” over the school holidays.
Yes, let us examine what you just felt there: such a nice dad, how lucky is this girl to have such a supportive partner. Yes, kinda true but also, the bar is so proverbially low that he just kinda soars over it by being basically decent. Let's be perfectly clear about this: my partner is lovely human, flawed and brilliant, supportive and selfish, intelligent and also very stupid. Human, just like me. I love him very much but today, I’m fair annoyed.
Anyways, all this is relevant info I assure you because when the tradies were 95% done and had gotten to the “I need a dishcloth to wipe down the sink” stage SHIT LITERALLY HIT THE FAN. Okay, so I’m being basic, it wasn’t literally.
So when they needed a dishcloth, my wonderful partner who is sat in the backyard doing his gardening things, actually calls me over(from my desk which is further than the kitchen)and says: “Hey babe, can you get this guy a cleaning thing?”. Like, why?
