...[M]en get a lot of praise for the “extra-credit work” they do in regards to domestic labor (the actual house cleaning and keeping work) and emotional labor (the invisible work that ensures the rest gets done) no matter what day of the year.
I thought I was marrying my high school sweetheart, but I was actually becoming my husband's mother.
I was married to my own child for 21 years. I thought I was marrying my high school sweetheart, but I was actually becoming my husband's mother.
Fat girl trauma, brown girl trauma, sexist trauma, class trauma. It’s time to start seeing our gifts, or handout an invoice for fat girl emotional labor
When it comes to the work-at-home mom revolution, it’s important to recognize that this set up is not a choice for many mothers, it is a trap.
It’s nothing you can buy at See’s or Hallmark. You won’t see a commercial for it. Frankly, it’s a lot easier to buy a dozen roses on FTD.com than it is to do the things that women have been asking for since the dawn of time.
The amount of emotional labor I had put into these pseudo-friendships was immediately swept away with one single mention of my own personal discomfort
There’s so much going on with a postpartum mom, so much more than meets the eye, and we need to be aware of that. Stop talking about her body!
" Our relationship doesn’t just work because we love each other unconditionally; it works because we both try hard to maintain it."
Remembering to do things isn’t exactly my strong suit, so I need to actively plan so that my partner isn’t the only one making lists, cleaning the dishes, and checking that our bills are paid on time.
While I laughed at her old-school idiom, once she explained the concept I knew she was right. I was making a bigger deal out of things than was necessary or appropriate; she just didn’t understand that it wasn’t a choice.
This labor, the work of being a female, has been our work so long that no one really knows what a truly equally yoked household looks like.