No More Hillary

Fool that I am, I recently wasted ten minutes of my allotted time breathing by reading one of those articles they print in the paper to fill the gaping maw left after Trump lost and there stopped being much of interest to report, unless you consider Joe Biden interesting and hardly anyone does. It was in a special section called "Women In the Workplace." 

The writer focused on how to split the housework with your significant other -- actually she used the word husband, implying that most couples are men and women, an outdated conclusion at best -- when you both have full-time jobs. It wasn't about women in the workplace at all, but hey, nobody reads those articles so no big deal.

What caught my attention was a sentence that said "splitting up chores" was important, like "who will take out the trash, who will put in a new roll of paper towels" -- that sort of thing. Were they equating the two things? Here in Maine in winter, taking out the trash requires you to put on a heavy parka and boots and gloves and a hat and maybe even ice cleats, and takes about ten minutes or more depending on the length of your driveway, whereas the paper towel thing ..... well, you get my point.

In fact, who thinks that putting a new roll of paper towels onto the paper towel holder is a chore? Don't you just do it automatically when you use the last paper towel? And if not, why not? If not you then who? Is that beneath you? And if that's a chore, what isn't? Is all of life a chore? What is a chore anyway? "An unpleasant but necessary task," according to one dictionary definition.

At least Hillary Clinton isn't in the news anymore, thank God for that.