Too bad we have breasts AND brains

Look what my uterus built all by itself!

It had help from a few other body parts, but my point is: I wasn't hindered by my lack of penis.

I'm far from bragging, though, since I still have FOUR sections left plus ONE gate. And things aren't looking so hot since this gate took me three hours to finish this afternoon after I sent Mike off on a jet plane.

I have planted gardens, built retaining walls, run wiring, knocked down walls, BUILT FENCES (or at least ONE fence), and done things most men consider their territory. I never saw it as a gender-redefining moment. I figured that crap needed to get done and Mike is always at work. So I put on my big girl panties and did what I had to.

I guess I'd thought we were past the age of "Women Can't Do Man Stuff."

A few weeks ago, I had several middle-aged men looking at me funny as I carried a couple 2x4s out of Lowe's. (Did I have TP hanging off my shoe? Did I have a booger? Oh wait... I had TITS. That's supposed to handicap me somehow in the Home Improvement department.)

There is nothing that makes me more angry than male egotism.

Or the Get-Your-Ass-in-the-Kitchen-and-Bake-Me-A-Pie Syndrome.

Men "think" women are better at cooking because cooking is hard for them. Guess what, a-hole... it was HARD for me, too, until I got off my lazy ass and taught myself how to do it.

Do you think I enjoy standing in that freakin' sauna of a kitchen cooking food that I'll be so sick of smelling after 90 minutes of hovering over it I won't want to eat it by the time it's finished?

Yeah, I think not.

Do you think I enjoy staying up all night to feed three infants or that it's easy for me because I lack testicles? Or maybe I looove folding laundry and doing dishes until I break a sweat.

I'll let ya think that one out.

Mike and I had a "breakthrough" a while back. I think it was when he wasn't sure how to do laundry. He innocently figured I should just do it since I already knew how.

Mmm. Hmmm.

I told him I learned how to do my laundry when I was 11, and while I'm pretty smart, I'm sure if an 11-year-old girl can figure out how to dump in detergent, a grown man should be able to.

(I'm happy to report Mike is now a laundry PRO.)

So yeah. This sort of knowledge doesn't come automatically with the uterus. EVERYONE, tits or no, has to learn it. But I think our culture has so ingrained that women are better at this stuff genetically, when all it is is our moms pulling us aside for 10 minutes as kids and showing us how to pour in the Downy. You know, to prepare us for marriage and womanhood and domestic bliss.

I'm so tired of the men who complain that they're not wired to step up and help out. I wasn't "wired" for it, either. I was about as tomboy as they came. But because I am a GROWN UP, I worked on it.

Not only can I build fences, I can cook a mean fucking stirfry.

Sad to say, I have yet to conquer an ironing board.