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A popular trend in commercial advertising is the “dumb man” premise — men (or more specifically, husbands) who are unable to complete a simple household task that usually involves a form of cleaning or food preparation are saved by their domestic goddess wives. There are quite a few single men who do not live with female significant others who can fend for themselves when faced with a pile of dirty clothes and dishes. (And by this logic, I suppose we’re left to assume that households with male same-sex couples are just toxic hazard wastelands.
And as women, we are meant to watch these commercials and think, “Oh, those dumb oafs! Yeah, probably not the case.) Why commercials for household cleaning products are not being targeted towards all humans desiring a clean toilet and dishes riles me on a daily basis. Thanks for further establishing women’s center of power as the home. And that’s not the only reason we lose despite being “empowered.” It’s the comedy.
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My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun, and some man uh some old faggot with a dog last week. I have tapes of a lot of it, uh some of the girls have seen the tapes. I ate some of their brains, and I tried to cook a little. And I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it this time.
Some girls in the apartment uptown uh, some homeless people maybe 5 or 10 um an NYU girl I met in Central Park.
You're my lawyer so I think you should know: I've killed a lot of people.
Because a lot of men can write great roles for everyone. Generally, when these men write a part for a woman, the woman is not the funny one. If we aren’t cast as a completely one-dimensional prop while the men get to tell all the jokes and take the pratfalls, then we’re cast as the crazy/bitchy/gross ex- or current girlfriend of another man. But then there’s this ridiculousness, in which a man tries duping his wife into believing the pizza guy caused the mess in their living room: , now the men have to clean! This post was prompted by this post on Worthwhile Canadian Initiative.
(They exist to garner sympathy for the man and get the audience on his side.) The former example is what is happening in these “dumb man” commercials. She returns to her husband who is sitting on the couch, watching TV, and she unfurls his freshly pressed shirt. But here is a less subtle example of how the men end up being the ones who get to have fun and be the real source of entertainment while the women have to be the responsible, demure ones: They seem evenly matched, humor-wise. The poor men have been degraded while that mean, mean lady eats their breadsticks. That’s men being punished by doing “lady work.” Basically, a lot of these commercials involve men getting to be the stars of the show while the women sigh and end up with the to-do list.
A woman watches her husband’s utter befuddlement over putting a shirt in the washing machine. She not only washed and dried it, but she also ironed it. Then he goes out with his buddies — in his clean shirt — while the wife thinks she just showed her dolt of a hubbie who runs this joint.
All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. I left her in a parking lot behind some donut shop.