Sometimes the Democrats forget they are the party of womyns, I think. At which time they inadvertently let on that their entire grievance politics schtick is but a showy form of false morality steeped in rank political opportunism. Nothing more.
At any rate, I think the real question on everyone’s mind — or rather, on the minds of seasoned blog readers — is this: how was Brown able to carry the clean laundry once he’d finished folding and stacking it? After all, laundry baskets are made to conform to the shape of a woman’s hip in order to keep the fairer / weaker sex tethered to the new, front loading, environmentally-friendly low flow washer / dryer combos that serve as one of an innumerable set of domestic anchors the Patriarchy devised to keep her at port — which means Brown must have had some problem negotiating the alien thing, his not having traditional breeder hips and a vagina. At least, that’s what Amanda Marcotte once taught me.
— Though I suppose to be fair — and now that I think on it — he probably just compensated for the structural sexism of the laundry basket by using both his superior man strength to lift and carry it, then simultaneously deploying his superior mathematical skills to calculate angles and such to avoid banging into door jambs.
It’s how we do.
So. Never mind.
(thanks to Darleen)
“Door jambs.”
-Language Martinet.
Oh I read this yesterday and actually yelled “fuck you” at the screen. That’s really unusual for me.
My contempt for the D’s is really reaching profound levels.
And I hate laundry. Any man who does laundry is awesome.
Scott Brown’s next ad? He should film it in the kitchen while making a sammich.
And while I can do the laundry, I have been banned because I don’t “do it right”. I do the cooking. This is an agreeable division of labor and maintains peaceful relations.
I have banned my husband from my kitchen, except for assembling snacks. He can cook, but I do a better job and am not as messy.
Scott Brown does laundry? *swoons* I bet he looks damned fine doing it too.
OT: Heh,
The current Weather Underground forecast for Charlotte on Thursday is: ‘Partly cloudy with a chance of a thunderstorm and a chance of rain. High of 93F with a heat index of 99F. Winds from the SW at 5 to 10 mph. Chance of rain 30%.’
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2198206/Democrats-set-Obamas-big-speech-74-000-seater-outdoor-stadium-20-000-seater-indoor-arena.html#ixzz25WrfNEKx
“Theres simply no way to squeeze all those supporters into a 75,000 seat arena, so we have no choice but to move it to a much smaller indoor setting. Also – Leslie.”
– The Progressives and his Earyness have become a parody of the dead bird Emporium.
– Stop reading my mind Leigh! :)
Chance of rain 30%.
Any mention of the chance of soap?
I think not. I think he finds it impossible not to regularly slap door jambs with a great and resonant concussion. Like getting up to pee.
Drives em nuts.
A dumb comment, but the reporter’s “Let me explain what chores are, and perhaps how they are not divided by the sexes, but instead in this one vs. dual income household world…” fill-out-the-article nonsense bothers me more.
He folded the court, and then he folded the unions. That’s what hurts. They brought in the big guns and Scott Walker still shrugged them off.
The left tend toward bigotry in general. They are constantly accusing someone of being gay, womanly, or an inauthentic minority.
The fact that it occasionally bites them back is a flaw in the system they haven’t quite eliminated yet.
But, I have confidence that their PR machine will manage – after all, that PR machine took their party from the party that opposed Civil Rights to the party that commands “minority loyalty” in a relative few years.
I too am incapable, at least of doing feminine laundry. Mine comes out fine, but I’ve been repeatedly banned from doing theirs. I can’t imagine how Scott Brown does it. He must be a super genius.
Exactly, Pablo. Things I think are whites are not, in fact, whites. I have put things in the dryer that even Joe Biden knows should only be placed flat on a bed with a fan running over it. Don’t even bring up my ineptitude in the proper application of bleach and bleach-like substances. And bring a dryer fabric softener sheet into my house, lose several feet of small intestine.
Stop reading my mind Leigh!
Heh. Great minds and all that. ; )
His laundry basket probably has a giant horizontal hole right through it, so he can carry it without use of his hands – which allows him to simultaneously do the laundry and further oppress women with his mighty Patriarchal hands.
I’ve been told that jeans, no matter how faded they may be, are never to be thrown in with the whites. I just heard the term “bluing” from my grandma once upon a time, and figured if it was good enough for Gram…
Here’s a tip for you guys who don’t like doing the laundry: wash a wool sweater in hot water and then throw it in the dryer. It will fit an infant after that treatment.
You’ll be banned from the laundry room for life.
I thought I understood laundry until I proved incapable of understanding the occasional necessity of handwashing some things in the sink with Woolite.
No joke. I simply did not understand it. (Still don’t.) Handwashing is one of those things like Kabbalah or alchemy, I guess.
Doing laundry is for women named Lupe who may or may not be here legally.
Doing laundry fits in there too.
Doing laundry is easy. I pay someone to fold that shit.
When I was single and working all the time, the last thing I wanted to do was hang out doing laundry. I had an Asian lady who did it.
Hey Heinlein — I can do my own laundry just fine. It’s the weird lady fabrics that give me fits. I figure that nonsense fits under the “cooperate” element of the list.
While no defender of Scott Brown, my understanding is that he ended up doing the laundry because his wife was a local TV reporter who often worked the Noon, 6, and 11 o’clock newscasts and he, being a State Senator, was at home by dinner time each night.
Well, at least since the “meat muffin”debacle, I do my best to keep the better half out of the kitchen unless she’s baking.
They key to successful laundry starts at purchase. If it isn’t wash and wear and only white if it is socks, don’t buy it.
My idea of sorting laundry is keeping the dirty seperated from the clean.
Praising a man for the sharp crease in his pants that you know he could never have done, even after trying thousand-thousand times. Frumsian pant-licking.
Accepting said praise as a personal compliment on your amazing self. Hey, that’s our Barack.
Science cannot at the present level of technology build a robot that regularly and spectacularly fucks up more efficiently than Obama. The best they can do is one that fucks up about 1/4 as often as Debbie Wasserman Schultz. But admittedly the robot does have better hair and it is harder to tell when it is lying.
“Goldstein! Hands!…”
More important, who’s this poor laundry maiden going to call when her very expensive front-loader starts leaking and her emasculated significant other thinks a screwdriver has orange juice in it? Nothing says “manliness” like washing machine repair!
“Nothing says “manliness” like washing machine repair!”
Or better, removing the rotten baby opossum carcasses from the squirrel fan in the dryer. Dumbassed opossums.
caged-fan, that is.