I always wanted to help my mom with the cooking when we were growing up, but she was such a control freak that she would hardly even allow anyone else into the kitchen. I’m sure plenty of other mothers are like that, too.
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My wife's mother was like that. Then she was confused as to why her daughter couldn't cook (and so had to teach herself after she moved out).
Brother?
Even more frustrating, because when she turned 70, she admitted that she never liked cooking anyway, but will still tell us we're doing it wrong.
Frustrating indeed.
But maybe the reason she didn't want you in the kitchen was because she didn't want you (or anyone) to watch her struggling. And the reason she's so critical is that she spent decades criticizing herself in there.
Or maybe not. I don't know your mother.
I do, and you're spot on.
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Make your kids do all the work - more like enable them to help with all tasks. Getting to help can be fun. Gender barriers to tasks are stupid.
Who doesn't do that? What a weird assumption.
The majority of humanity as this is a global gender norm
Well I guess her post caters to her audience.
My dad never learned to cook, clean, or take care of his own hair/clothes. He had 7 sisters who were all taught that taking care of the boys and the house was their main duty in life. None of those sisters ever touched a hammer or a wrench.
His dad never learned to cook, clean, or take care of himself in any way. He had 4 sisters who were all taught that taking care of the boys and the house was their main duty in life. None of those sisters ever touched a hammer or a wrench.
I have two boys - they were taught to cook and clean and take care of themselves. And once they had that basic stuff down they were taught the hammer and wrench.
My grandpa and my father in law were never taught how to cook.
My grandpa could make porridge and sandwiches. My father in law can grill, but that’s it. My dad doesn’t even grill.
There are definitely households where cooking is seen as feminine and boys aren’t encouraged.
Thankfully my family is full of excellent cooks and all of my brothers and I love to cook. Some of my favourite memories of holidays were cooking with my mom before Christmas Eve so we didn’t have to cook until Boxing Day. I think the cooking part was better than the eating part, we had a full on hors d’oeuvre assembly line.
Sometimes I forget that I am from a different culture. I'm European. You are likely Americans. Online discourse is dominantly American. So when people say shit sometimes, it makes no sense from my point of view, because we were not raised under whatever conditions you have suffered under.
I'm not bashing Americans. I kind of like Americans to a degree. But you're weird man. Sorry, sometimes it's hard to keep up with your day to day grievances. My bad. Maybe what the post says needs to be said.
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If you cook, you don't clean. If you clean, you don't cook. Tell them to take their pick.
Living alone, I find this to be a fast way to a messy sink.
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My son cooks
I remember a T-day in the mid 80s. My older sister had an absolute meltdown because I wouldn't help clean up.
Awww, too bad, so sad... Eat shit, Vicki.
Also consider beating your children with a pair of jumper cables, not out of anger, or the need to discipline them, but for the sheer joy of hitting a living human being with jumper canles.
Edit: my parents beat me with jumper cables all the time and it embiggened my cromulence. It's good for you. Like milk. Or calt. Or shumming.