41: about being the dishwasher.

Happy new year everyone.

Wait I've got something to tell you, my dear reader. If you washed the dishes after New Year's eve, let me tell you something:

You. are. soooo. coool.


I mean it. You are soo cool. Perhaps a lot of people hurried upstairs to chat with friends or upload the night's celebration on twitter or facebook; or slept right away, but not you: you chose to wash the dishes. That is so cool my friend.

If not, hey wait, it's still cool; but make it one of the top items on your list for this year: to learn a household chore.

Because because that is what separates the real men and women from the boys and girls. We can be equal on all aspects - tech, pop culture, science. We can all learn that. But what boys and girls do not choose to do is them household chores.

Ohoho don't give me that "we have a househelper that gets paid for that" excuse. No sir, no ma'am. I'm not talking about you doing it all the time; I'm talking about you choosing to learn and do it once in a while.

Because it's not simple.

It is not the same as washing the car or cleaning your room. It is complicated.  You need to learn the difference between scouring pads and sponges. Why dishwasing pastes and liquids and bars exists. You need to learn the ways to wash the dishes and NOT waste water. There is a system; there are rules.

And it's therapeutic. The whole act of getting your hands dirty. The sight of heaps of dirty plates. Then the process of wiping them off, then the soap suds, then rinsing, then arranging.

Now it's time to get your fingers all curly and prune like, and not through hours of swimming but through prolonged washing of the dishes.

There is no try. Do it.


I know I shouldnt be blogging while a bit tipsy but I still do it anyway. Hoho.