Feminist Pub 17: The Bluestocking frolics in the fells and fens of feminism

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This is the 17th incarnation of the Feminist Pub!

Here be goats, cannons and chat on feminism and related themes. Also snacks. And booze, copious booze.

Welcome!

Good lord, Mother's Day and the feminist pub is discussing the merits of domestic appliances.
(Washing machine every time of course. Though vacuum necessary too because of the dog, but not as often. )

I'm third generation "I can think of lots of things I'd rather do than clean"

On my father's side, they had people to do that sort of thing. On my mother's side, they were the people who would have been doing that sort of thing. So I'm only second generation.

Actually, I have some good memories of the kitchen table being covered with newspaper, and then we sat round chatting as we cleaned all the brass and silver. But it was the chatting bit which was good, rather than the cleaning, although I can make a silver pot look good. Well, I used to be able to. Can't actually remember when I last tried...

My gran used to be into silver smithing as a hobby. When I got married she made dh and me a silver candle holder. Then she gave me the silver cleaning cloth.

Apparently my less than enthusiastic response was due to wedding nerves. I sometimes wonder if my family know me at all. 5 seconds reflection would should have made my grandmother realize that I protested loudly against that kind of stereotyping, but it was a wedding so of course tradition won out.

From a gran into silver smithing, that's an interesting example of cognitive dissonance.

Good morning!

It's grey and rainy here. And I'm bored. But a lot to do. Bored bored bored. What can we have to tea? Can I persuade children to eat squid?

Move up, Dragonlette, I'm joining you in the outside appliances club. When I viewed this house the previous tenant had her dryer on top of the washing machine. My six month bump wouldn't allow me to do the same. So we built a lean-to in the yard for it. Drying days are chilly days with the window open for the plug.

I want my washing machine/dryer upstairs. Someone I knew a few years ago had it in her walk-in wardrobe, and it was soooo convenient - no humping baskets of dirty clothes down from the bathroom, or clean clothes back up.

When I lived in Asia it was totally normal to have no hot water in the kitchen - I got completely used to washing up in cold water. Of course the water never got super cold out there, so it's a little different.

Chunky in our old house we had the drier in the bedroom cupboard. Originally because it was the only place where there was space for it, but we soon learned that it was incredibly practical too. The bed was right there for folding and sorting clothes, plus we got a lovely warm bedroom in winter. Our house-to-be has a walk-in wardrobe and I'm planning to put the drier in there.

And in other exciting news.... I GOT THE JOB!!!!

Nice one, Annie!

Yeah!!!

Woohoo Annie. Go you!

Ooh! annie, congratulations! That's brilliant.

When do you start?

yay!!

for annie!

Well, Jeanne, they seem keen for an asap start, and I am too. Obviously I was trying to play it cool and not shriek "How about tomorrow!?" but I see no reason for it not being next week or the week after, once they've checked my references.

at the not shrieking. But excellent.

Brilliant stuff Annie!

Well done Annie!

I knew it. Laundry upstairs. I need to start some kind of revolution.

Congratulations, Annie!

Woohoo! Well done, Annie!

My SIL had her laundry upstairs when they lived in the states (I say her laundry as she was not eligible to work, so did all the child/house stuff).

She said it was great. Clothes in dirty washing basket (upstairs), dirty clothes washed and dried (upstairs), clothes put away (upstairs).

I am looking around my living room with piles and piles of clothes waiting to make it upstairs, and can completely see the logic of it. Unfortunately I live in an RAF rabbit hutch (tiny) so I have no hope.

There is a site called unfuckyourhabitat or something like that. And one of their bits of advice I read was... once you have washed those clothes, put the motherfuckers away.

our laundry spent the whole week sitting in the laundry week waiting for someone to put it away. My room is on the ground floor, so I sort clothes there then make dd take them upstairs and put her own stuff away.

Annoyingly, the laundry room is the same room we walk into the house through, so is also the 'boot room' which means we're sometimes tripping over clothes and dirty boots etc.

i use the archers on the iplayer for folding, sorting and putting away clothes - it is just the right amount of time. however i don't have children so it's not such a big job!

Our washing machine and drier are both in the big bathroom on the first floor where our bedroom is. It's brilliant.

I'm crap at housework and started paying someone else to do it for me as soon as I could.