It was a perfect gender switch-up.
i was working on my bike Saturday afternoon when my cell rang. It was Sean, the single dad I see from time to time.
"When would you use nylon thread instead of cotton?"
"Well, cotton's good for ... wait a minute. Where
are you?"
"I'm at the fabric store. I'm going to make curtains."
Curtains? OMG! Has he turned all Alan Alda-Martha Stewart on me? I mean, I know he digs doing laundry, but still.
"Yeah, I'm like the
only guy here."
"I bet you're loving that. Maybe you've stumbled on a new pick-up spot."
"Whatever. All I can say is, it's a good thing I'm secure in my masculinity."
You can say that again!
I love it when a man is comfortable doing the traditional "female" things, and vice versa. I love it when we can bust out of the expectations and gender roles we artificially place on ourselves and others. Who made those rules anyway, and who says we have to follow them?
Guys, would you, could you, should you get cozy in a fabric store?
Gals, could you love a man who did?
And is damask all wrong for a man's pad? Just wondering ...
Kat Wilder: My So-Called Midlife