Doing the Laundry… On Feminism & Domesticity
I have a confession to make… I like doing laundry.
There is something very soothing about sorting the clothes, putting the washing on. Then later hanging up the clothes and finally folding it all neatly and putting it away. Maybe while listening to one of my favourite pod casts or some great music.
Of course doing laundry is a necessary part of life (for most of us anyway), so when on my own it was never problematic for me. Once in a relationship, however, I would feel differently. Because I’d still enjoy doing laundry. I would even enjoy doing *shock* his laundry too.
And that made me feel really guilty. It made me feel like I was somehow betraying feminism. Because feminism is supposed to make us all equal right? And to free women from having to do all the household chores, while men just put up their feet and relax.
But there I was, actually enjoying doing laundry for a man.
What was wrong with me? How could I betray the work done by thousands of women to free us all from the expectations of patriarchy?
At the end of the day though, feminism is about equality and choices. Being with someone else doesn’t mean that the laundry will all of a sudden begin doing itself. Nor will the dishes clean themselves, or the toilet be scrubbed on its own.
It only makes sense that the fair and egalitarian way of dealing with these issues would be to share them. Which naturally means that you will end up having to do your fair share of chores, so might as well (try to) enjoy them. (Incidentally I can’t stand vacuum cleaning, so I always try to get out of that).