I was thinking yesterday about changing my bike tyre. Now one of my more world changing, life altering thoughts, but I was thinking it anyway because the back wheel has a slow puncher. Again. And I remember that the last time I discovered this, my partner was good enough to fix it for me while I cooed and watched and told him how awesome he is (which he IS by the way). But the mechanics of it all seemed really easy and I understood how it worked and why what went where and so on. So why can’t I do it myself?
Then I remembered talking to my mother a little while back and being surprised that she’s changed the wheel on her own car before. I thought it was strange. Somewhere in the back of my mind my head had told me that women shouldn’t be able to change their own car tyres, or mend a bike or stick their head in an engine to find out what’s wrong. Somewhere along the line I turned myself into a sexist girlie-girl.
I’d love to know when that happened! -_-
Maybe its not as bad as that though? Maybe, its just me asserting my womanhood in acknowledging that I have the power to convince other people (men) to do this for me. Maybe that isn’t so bad? But then I thought a bit more (I did a lot of thinking yesterday, despite having a DnD game and it kinda made my head go twisty)! Is this the right thing to be doing? Should I really be, in a word, playing up to femininity and using it to get what I want? Should I be flashing boob and arse and thigh to turn men into bumbling idiots to get what I want? Isn’t that what Alias (fabulous show, now finished, but starring Jennifer Garner and Victor Garber) teaches us? Fabulous CIA spy Sydney Bristow constantly saves the day with a fantastic array of costumes, wigs and accents which generally revolve around showing as much skin as possible and proving, once and for all that no matter how top secret those documents are, or how precious this artefact is, a flash of boob and a smile will prove sufficiently distracting so I can steal it.
I don’t know why my mind went that way. Maybe because I’ve been watching quite a bit of Alias over the last few months and the missions are starting to get samey. After all, there’s only so much you can do with that sort of thing, especially if you keep sending the woman into the field. But then doesn’t that imply that the only reason she’s any good at the job is because she’s slim, leggy and beautiful?
All this started from a bike tyre!
My point is, really, that I can mend the damn bike myself. My partner did offer and I remember looking at him thinking ‘yeah… perhaps you could; it would save me a little bit of time. But only if you have the time.’ And then when the conversation shifted, I thought to myself; ‘haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang on! This isn’t hard, remember? I can do it.’ Then I recall thinking that, actually, it was highly unlike that I would do it because I’m lazy and now that he’s offered its in my head that someone else can take care of it for me. *sigh*
All in all, I’m a bit rubbish really. Though I wonder if that’s good book fodder?
I had a dream the other day which I’m very excited about. It was only one scene, but if you’ve been paying attention to my Twitter feed, then you’ll know that I’m planning to perhaps use that for this year’s NaNoWriMo. Its going to be great! Another fantasy piece – a bit closer to high fantasy though – and I’m trying to decide if its better suited to adult or young adult readers. I’ll tell you about it another day, in another post.
For now I think I need to concentrate on if I really am sexist and a manipulator of men. o.O