Ok, so. I haven’t been feeling well since Tuesday (I’m better now, I think), but I don’t have a lot of pictures. Think soup and cereal.

What I do have is something to express an … opinion about.

Here’s the thing. I’m a feminist. The loud kind. I write about it on emmanation more than here, obviously, but today the two crossed paths. Why?

Because it’s National Men Cook Dinner Day, of course!

Lest you think this is just a goofy website, I found it on The Daily Mail (hardly a bastion of feminism, I know, but still) through Tasteologie, a food linking site, and have since seen it on Epicurious. Sure, it’st not everywhere, but it’s in enough places.

National Men Cook Dinner Day is a terrible idea. It’s ridiculous, embarrassing, and bad for women and men.

The thing about something like NMCDD (yeah, I abbreviated it – what of it) is that it’s the societal equivalent of when my friend’s parents used to give her little brother $50 for getting a C. It’s saying ‘aww, poor guys – we know stuff like cooking is hard for you. Here’s a day devoted just to you and your silly little efforts’.

What makes this particularly ridiculous is that professional cooking is a male dominated industry. (Whole different issue.) There’s no actual reason to believe that men can’t cook. Goofy movements like this are just reinforcement of the idea that there are male roles and female roles – and that cooking for the family is something done by women. (See also: that Tide commercial with the couple that has triplets that ends with the wife telling the husband he sucks at folding clothes).

The person who does the cooking should be the person with the time and the desire to do so. If neither person has either, then there should be a Crockpot or a takeout menu involved. There should be no special reward for men who generally sit back and let the women in their life run the kitchen if they should deign to pick up a colander the first Thursday of every November. Partners, of any kind, should share duties in the way that makes sense for them.

Honestly, doesn’t National Men Cook Dinner Day sort of imply that the other 364 are National Women Cook Dinner Today Like Every Other Day days? And, by association, don’t men cooking on those 364 days seem like they’re bucking societal expectations? See? Good for no one.

P.S. I never thought $50 for a C was a good idea either. My friend only got paid for A’s, and it seemed to me that her parents were sending her brother the message ‘this is the best you can do’.

P.P.S.  I do most of the cooking in my relationship. I decide what we’re eating based on what I feel like making and eating. Crockett does not expect me to cook, and I’m not shocked when he’s struck by a desire to get into the kitchen, which he occasionally is. There are household tasks in which we defy traditional gender roles, too. Neither of these are a big deal, because we work hard to differentiate between personal expectations and societal ones.

That’s all. We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.

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