Mar. 1st, 2017

aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
A radio ad - think it was for McDonald's - got me thinking, not for the first time, about cultural assumptions.

Okay, so there's a long-running set of assumptions about Husbands in American culture. This particular one was "men don't like to clean out the garage."

This... is not true of the men I know, but hey, let's keep going.

This goes along with the "men don't like to do chores" tropes - the "Honey-Do" list, the chore jar, etc. The ignored tasks that pile up and up until Marge has to learn carpentry to fix them herself. (I watch a lot of Simpsons, okay? ;-) There seems to be a stack of assumptions that permeate American culture - especially comedy, which, Simpsons aside, I try not to watch too much of.

So, "who perpetuates these myths" is obvious: comedies, commercials, media. I think it probably goes along with the idea that men can't parent, can't do housework, are pretty much helpless children when it comes to the realm of the home.

Now, I know the separate spheres idea goes back at least to the late 1800's, and I know my father, for instance, liked to pretend a helplessness with things like laundry and cooking that belied the years he'd spent living on his own. (Seriously, I was horrified as a teenager to have to show my dad how to use the washer). But my post-childhood experience with men has not been that they are helpless, useless, or lazy.

(There’s a certain amount of self-selection there, of course; I knew incompetent men, lazy men, useless men. I grew up with competent helpful skilled men — my grandfather is a farmer; my other grandfather used to build houses — and chose to marry the same.)

Why do you think this stereotype proliferates?

When you are writing, are there stereotypes you work into your writing? What sorts, and why?

What do you run into in media that just seems jarring vs. the way your life actually goes?
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MARKED - 4.7

Nilien looked down at Ember, then back at the room. The green-skirted one was obvious, right in the middle of the group.

Well, Professor Vaudelle had only said to come back if it was an adult. These were clearly all students. Nilien stepped into the room, Ember on her heels.

“Excuse me?” It took no acting ability to sound lost and nervous. “I’m sorry, but I’m lost.”

“Lost?” The one in a chocolate-brown skirt and tie turned around to stare at Nilien. She — no, he, Nilien thought — raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Really?”

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It’s the green month!

I gotta be honest with you (or, at least, I’m going to be honest with you), March can be a little dreary. It’s that place between winter and summer that usually seems a little too muddy and a little too grey.

In my yard, I brighten up March by planting crocus and chives — things that come up the moment they have a chance of surviving.
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I tried three times before I got to the "seashore" story for January. This is the first try.

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On the summer equinox of his fifteenth year, Farthian was given a boat.

There were three ways out of the Terribad Vale: you took a boat, and hoped for land; you climbed to the north peak of Glinimore, and dropped by glider down into the more shallow mountains in that direction, or you climbed to the pass at the South, and walked for days until you reached another valley.

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