grr...

up yours, bbc.
from an article about product design:
Somewhere in between there is a whole host of devices that are used by two people - the happy couple. In such contexts there is often a degree of delegation: he knows how to change the program on the central heating, she knows how to adjust the clock on the oven. She knows how to run the eco-setting on the washing machine, he knows how to change the bit on the power drill.

simple household maitenance doesn't require a penis, and ovaries are not a prereq for knowing how to cook your own food or clean your own clothes. i can program anything i damn well please, thank you, and i do just fine with power tools. probably better than you do, mr. sexist bbc reporter. and as i don't think i'm a complete anomaly among women, that means there are plenty of other women out there who can. and i know plenty of guys who are damn good in the kitchen. (and i don't mean that in a dirty way.) if it's too much to ask you to get with the twenty-first century, could you at least drag yourself up to the 1990s?

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ever have a day where you feel like you're just a walking hormone? that was my day today.
eta jenn's entry with the cute guy in boxers is so not helping.

in other news, i just reread the golden compass over dinner and i'm now having to exercise extreme self-control to not stay up the rest of the night to get through the subtle knife and the amber spyglass.

and if any commuter is foolish enough to shove me tomorrow, god help them. there is a bruise on my toes. lucky for the bastard who shoved me i don't wear spiky heels like most of the women in london do. the temptation to put such a weapon to evil use would have been far too great. my feet get enough abuse from me without being stepped on because some jackass thinks the people in front of him are too stupid to walk off the train under their own power.