I was always a bit of a tom boy growing up. Even now, getting me in heels and make up is like pulling teeth. I’m not a girly girl - or so I thought.
It turns out I’m really bad at sailing. I don’t understand how the wind works, I can’t read a map and I can’t reach/ am not strong enough to do a bunch of things on the boat. I’m basically fulfilling a whole lot of female stereotypes. The other thing is, I don’t like sailing all that much. I like cooking. Especially when the alternative is Dave cooking. *To see the pancakes he made with CORN FLOUR (even though we had plain AND wholemeal) look at the photo above. To taste them, warm up a brick and eat it.
My apologies to all the women before me who fought so that I could do a man’s job. I’m sorry, but I’d rather cook and clean than pull ropes and lift heavy things. I must go, my men are calling - back to the kitchen.
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