dobrá prednáška Dona Knutha

24 people who applied for the world’s toughest job were in for quite a surprise (h/t Zuzine za linku)

How my husband and I finally achieved equality at home

At first, it was easy. Tom and I supported each other in our work, shared the domestic drudgery equally, and always seemed to have time for each other and for fun. Life was not only good, it felt fair.

Then we had a son. And then a daughter. Like that frog in the science experiment who has the sense to jump out of a pot of boiling water but, plopped into tepid water, he doesn’t notice it gradually heating to boiling point until he is cooked, our division of labour through the years steadily grew laughably, ridiculously, irrationally, frustratingly unfair. Forget about having it all, it felt like I was doing it all.

“You are not the Lion King!” I would occasionally yell, usually after finding myself scrubbing an oven hood so clogged with grease that the smoke alarms wouldn’t stop screeching while he watched TV. “You don’t get to laze around while I do all the work!” He’d shoot back that my standards were too high. “You’re just like Marge Simpson. When her house was burning down, she found dirty dishes in the sink and stood there washing them,” he’d say.

When it came to the kids, I took them to all their medical appointments. Tom didn’t even know where the dentist’s office was. Without question, I was the one who stayed at home or rearranged my work schedule when they were sick. While Tom slept soundly or was off at work, I was the one still up at 2am baking cupcakes for the school or wrapping Christmas presents.

It had reached the point where I didn’t want to feel so hostile and resentful all the time, so I made a weird, lopsided bargain: I would do most of the child, house and garden work, taxes and drudge stuff. All I asked for in return, I told Tom, was this: “I just want you to notice – and say thank you.”

Mongolské dievča s orlom (pekné fotky)

Shaun the Sheep bude aj film (to by sme už možno mohli zobrať deti do kina):


  1. Konecne som prisla na to, co mi na tom videu k “24 people who applied for the world’s toughest job were in for quite a surprise” vadi.
    Chapem, ze autori sa snazili poukazat na to, ako vela pre nas mamy robia a ako malo si to my uvedomujeme. A to je pravda. Ale mne sa nezda, ze by sa to malo oslavovat. Ja som mama a chcem aj nadalej byt mamou. Ale nechcem mat “tu najtazsiu pracu na svete.” Ja nechcem byt mniskou a vzdat sa seba, aby som sluzila inym. Ja nechem jest az vtedy, ked moji “associates“ dojedia. Ja nechcem nemat prazdniny. Ja sa nechcem vzdat vsetkych svojich dalsich socialnych rol len kvoli materstvu. Preto ja nechcem byt oslavovana za to, ze zvladam ten najtazsi job na svete. Pretoze ja toto nechcem zvladat. Myslim, ze namiesto oslavovania a vyzdvihovania by sme sa skor mali posnazit, aby ten job nebol az taky najtazsi.
    Ja viem, ze je to dost neskoro komentovat skoro rok stary clanok, ale co na to ini? Co si myslis ty, Iva?

  2. A este jedno som chcela. Podla mna “ta najtazsia praca na svete” nie je mama, ale rodic. Nezabudajme na otcov, ti su v tom s nami.

  3. Uplne suhlasim s tym, ze to nema byt take tazke.
    Myslim si, ze velka cast problemu je, ze dnes zijeme dost “izolovane”. Takmer vsetka ta robota je na dvoch rodicoch (v tom lepsom pripade) a to je z dlhodobeho hladiska neunosne.
    S tym rodicom namiesto matky suhlasim v takej teoretickej rovine, ale prakticky to nie je to, co vidim naokolo… otcovia su v tom sice s nami, ale vo vela pripadoch su v tom “namoceni” menej.

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