I’m expecting two in the mail, both are for my thesis.
Both are on food.
I am loving food research so fucking much, so fucking much. I just get BOLTED with the ~*~*~*sociological imagination*~*~*~ every time I am doing feeding work (planning, shopping, preparing, eating, cleaning up, etc.). Specifically when I am collaborating with others through the feeding work spectrum.
It’s making me be OK with getting married because now I know, or have a better idea, of how to MAKE sure that work at home is divided evenly, etc. I fluctuate between wanting and not wanting to get married for various intersecting reasons.
So yeah the best way to have a happy marriage, it seems, is to make your professional life about it. You mean like how women have been forced to do so for ages now but because you are a cis-man you get to call it work, or a hobby? .___________________.