Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Thursday, September 26, 2013

I'll probably never make you a sandwich




Ok, that isn’t true. I made so many sandwiches for the homeless, so, so, many. Deli meat grosses me out so hard. I’m not much for cooking, but when I lived with M and C, and then again with M and B, we had roomie date night. We’d watch television and take turns being responsible for dinner. Often, I picked up takeout. My friend K is concerned I would starve to death without being walking distance from Chipotle because I don’t think it is worth the time to cook for myself, mostly because that is a lot of time for something only me, one person is going to eat. Some people like cooking, but I’m not one of them.

That stupid joke about “make me a sandwich” that is tossed at feminists all the time has taken a dark turn. Stephanie Smith wrote an article called, “I’m 124 sandwiches away from an engagement ring” for the New York Post. So who is Smith? Well, she’s making some waves in the foodie community because she keeps a blog called 300 sandwiches, and she is a reporter for the New York Post. The blog is beautiful, she photographs carefully constructed sandwiches.

So what is my problem? Am I opposed to sandwiches? Well, a little bit because I’m a feminist killjoy, and clearly sandwiches are the tool of the patriarchy. Just kidding. But like I said the “man me a sandwich” joke took a dark turn:

“My boyfriend, Eric, is the gourmet cook in our relationship, but he’d always want me to make him a sandwich.
“Each morning, he would ask, ‘Honey, how long you have been awake?’
“’About 15 minutes,’ I’d reply.
“’You’ve been up for 15 minutes and you haven’t made me a sandwich?’
“To him, sandwiches are like kisses or hugs. Or sex. ‘Sandwiches are love,’ he says. ‘Especially when you make them. You can’t get a sandwich with love from the deli.’
“one lazy summer afternoon just over a year ago, I finally gave in. I assembled turkey and Swiss on toasted wheat bread. I spread Dijon mustard generously on both bread slices, and I made sure the lettuce was perfectly in line with the neatly stacked turkey slices.
“Eric devour the sandwich as it if were a five-star mean, diving in with large, eager bites. ‘Babes, this is delicious!’ he exclaimed.
“As he finished that last bite, he made an unexpected declaration of how much he loved me and that sandwich, ‘Honey, you’re 300 sandwiches away from an engagement right!’”

 Yep, that’s all it takes ladies. Now, Smith goes on to explain their relationship has often centered around food. They met at a restaurant, and frequently their dates involved Eric cooking for her. She also describes her feelings on marriage, and how after they began cohabiting, she wondered how long it would take to get engaged. I know some men read this blog, and yes, moving in with someone regardless of the logical reasoning, implies you want to and will marry that person. I know it isn’t fair, and you may not have discussed it, but it is assumed. Obviously, she is in favor of marriage:

“Maybe I needed to show him I could cook to prove that I am wife material. If he wanted 300 sandwiches, I’d give him 300 sandwiches—and I’d blog about it.”

 Smith talks about some of the initial push back about how chauvinist this all sounds, and I’d argue is, but we’ll get there. She decided to focus on quality instead of quantity of sandwich with her initial thoughts focusing on being engaged as soon as possible. She now focuses on how cooking is something she and Eric do together, essentially bringing them together. She also notes that Eric always says thank you (how big of him). Eric had this to say:

“’You women real all these magazines to get advice on how to keep a man, and it’s so easy,’ he says. “‘We’re not complex. Just do something nice for us. Like make a sandwich.’”

 So do I think people shouldn’t do nice things for their partners? Absolutely not, but this isn’t a nice thing. Maybe it has turned into a nice thing because they are bonding and all that, but it was demand placed on her by him because of socially constructed gender roles. The end game is an engagement that’s what she wants; she doesn’t want to do this because it is nice. And sure, maybe they are bonding and all that crap, but the title of this article references the engagement ring. So maybe the priority hasn’t changed that much? Also, the assertion that being a good wife requires being able to cook it antiquated. You know what makes someone “wife material” being willing to take on that role and title. And what makes someone a good partner? Being supportive, burden sharing, and loving. Because marriages are partnerships, and while my contractual stance may put some people off, it is still a partnership and each side should contribute to the collective good.

I can’t say that you should commit to someone because you love them and want to spend an indefinite amount of time together. Everyone is different and knows what works for them. I shocked many a friend this year when I changed my stance on indefinite cohabitation, who’s to say I won’t change my mind on marriage at some point? M enjoyed a good laugh about it when she was in, and then we had one of those awkward conversations about adulthood and life. As a coworkers said this morning, “I never wanted to get married till I met someone I couldn’t live without.” But I can say, getting married because it is on the checklist or because you want to get kids in under the biological wire is a bad reason. Changing yourself for a person is also a bad idea.

All I got from the article, besides how ridiculous this is, was that Eric is demanding, makes broad generalizations about women and gender, and doesn’t see much value in marriage. After all it is worth a few sandwiches. I wouldn’t agree to cohabit with someone unless I was sure he’d be supportive of me and actually nice to me (I have so many dating issues). This is not a man I’d want in my life. Smith seems easily bullied, and while this whole thing might make her very famous, wouldn’t it suck if all this ended in a divorce? The sandwich isn’t an unreasonable demand, and it isn't what is wrong here. The expectation that Smith was up for a whole 15 minutes without making him her priority is a demand and truly creepy. That is what this is about by the way, she is supposed to make him her priority, and I didn’t see anywhere in the article how Eric is making Smith his priority.  I give zero fucks if you cook for your partner, stay at home with your kids, or change your last name. I care if your partner refuses to be with you for any of those things or any variety of other things.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Hey, I watched a good movie, too.

Last night, I got back on track with my movie watching and saw Battle Royale, as promised. This movie was so great. Again, I find myself creepily delighted with Japanese horror movies. The movie begins (no spoilers I promise, just generalities) with a bunch of students going on a class trip, and when they get there, they wake up with collars around their necks and they are told they will have to fight to the death for mocking the establishment (etc etc) and only one of them will survive.

As soon as it started, my fiance and I had a little giggle because it reminded us both of The Great Outdoor Fight but the movie was not quite as funny as the comic (if you can believe it). Basically, you leave this movie thinking "Wow, if you love someone, you really should tell them before it's too late and you accidentally kill them in an 'every man for himself' style battle royale."

So, I propose to the four of you who read this blog that you tell someone you care about them today because you never know when you might have to kill them to save yourself.

4.8/5