Reposted from April 2016. I was searching for the Meal Planner’s Creed (coming up soon) and I came across this rant. See also this. Enjoy!
In response to this:
the drudgery of housework
slaving away in the kitchen
Dear Mrs./Ms Moore,
Presumably you have a house or an apartment or an igloo or a tarpaper shack or maybe even a double-wide that you share with others whom you love. Your abode probably contains someone’s favorite chair, a scratched up play table, an overloaded calendar hanging above your kitchen work-station, and maybe– if you are lucky enough to have one– a dining room with a table. You may eat at this table, or it may be the foundation of a giant mountain of junk mail, old school papers, over-due library books, long-lost sweaters and buried scissors, screwdrivers, and rulers topped with a dead flower from last Easter’s dinner. Doesn’t matter.
These people and those things in that McMansion or shack are in your home.
Why are you using the term “drudge work” to describe the tasks you and your family do to create and maintain a home?
I’ll grant that scouring the bottom of a copper pot that boiled over is not my idea of a good time. But dang! Look how shiny it is now!
I think it is a travesty that women– whether they work outside the home or not– have allowed homemaking to be referred to as drudge work. If you wanted to dismantle families (of any composition), wouldn’t one of the first things you’d do be denigrating the work of creating a home?
As to “slaving” in the kitchen, I refer you to Meta Given’s Creeds. From example, from the Meal Planner’s Creed :
My family’s health, security, and pleasure depend on my skill in planning meals; therefore–
I will treat my job with the respect that is due it.