Oooh, fun, and hardly insulting at all.
We’ve found the world’s worst board game: Girls v Guys. The boys get questions on subjects they know nothing about (fashion, makeup, pop) and the girls get questions on the stuff they know nothing about (sport, politics, biology, geography, culture, life). pic.twitter.com/2TpiOUqdoC
— Anna Mazzola (@Anna_Mazz) February 16, 2019
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10 responses to “Fluffy v Tuffy”
Wow, I’d lose at that game no matter which team I played on. If only they had questions about things that actually interest me — 17th-century music, forensic anthropology, the history of codebreaking… You, know, all the cool stuff!
All those women who became scientists, mathematicians, engineers etc, from Hypatia’s time till now, were obviously deluding themselves. They clearly should have taken to embroidery.
Judging by the categories “sport” and “pop”, I’m guessing this is a UK game.
IIRC the UK is that country that has such strict gender roles that having the wrong interests proves you’re the other gender, and the police will have a talk with anybody that disagrees.
So…not surprised.
Peter N, clearly you’re an otherkin. Perhaps they’ll have a game for you soon.
I should play this game…sounds like my best Trivial Pursuit categories (well, not sports) are on the girls side! I don’t know anything much about fashion or make up, and pop? Is that referring to, like, soda? Or what?
Given that the boy brain has “Rock” in it, I’m guessing “Pop” means music. Although that seems to be the only category that has been split between boys and girls. And what sort of category for a quiz is “Domestic goddess”? What are the questions? Is it just an empowerful word for housework?
Catwhisperer, Domestic Goddess is a word that has been used by some to replace “housewife”, just as Sanitation Engineer has replaced “garbage collector”. Never mind that sanitation engineer actually has something to do with collecting garbage (though not with engineering), but domestic goddess has little to do with housework, and in my opinion, tends to reinforce the idea that women are just sitting around the home commanding men to bring them offerings.
Pretty insulting really, the suggestion that a female divinity would not be able to think of a better use of her powers than cleaning windows and doing the dusting. Come to think of it, “domestic goddess” does sound a bit like some kind of small, mildly magical being tied to a particular house or family, like a house-elf or something.
Catwhisperer, iknklast, you’re almost right, but a housewife isn’t necessarily a domestic goddess. To be elevated to such an esteemed status, the housewife has to do all of the housework to peak perfection, preferably before hubby gets home. Poor chap’s had a busy day and doesn’t need to hear the vacuum or see his dear wife ironing. He just needs his whisky and soda while dinner’s being brought to the table. She will never let her husband lift a finger to help her because the domestic goddess never needs help. She will deal with all child-related jobs – parent’s evenings, play dates, school run, after-school activities, help with homework, etc. She will also cook like a Michelin starred chef every day.
She will, of course, do all of this in perfect make-up, carefully styled hair, and dressed fit for dinner at the Ritz, and in high heels, too.
In short, AoS, for “domestic goddess”, see June Cleaver. (I always wondered how much alcohol and Valium it took to put the smile back on her face at the end of the day when Ward got home).