I thought eggs in a basket was eggs and toast. I used to hate eggs...about boiled ones, I still am as ita, but I enjoy them now, more with stuff in them than not. Ham and cheese, especially. I'm not sure if I have yolk opinions. Argh...another Kos journal on the Perils of New(ish) Masculinity...DO NOT WANT. And I even like this guy and believe he is a decent husband and father(which I really do value, despite my sated feelings on this subject.Good dads rule.) But he's written along and all I can hear is Chris Rock's voice in my head saying "You want a cookie? You're *supposed* to take care of your kids." Because seriously, how much attention for every day life does one man need? Every time he comments that he backs up his wife(Really, yay!) or does something gross for his kiddos, a platoon of admiring feminists tells him he's a sweet guy(I have too, though I wish I hadn't...it totally created a monster) but this is still not enough. When women do it, that shit is totally boring, but guys get points for everything they do. No "unsung heroes" with a dick..if nobody "sings" them, they just do it. We created "Shekos" to talk about women...and still our allies take up too much space. with friends like those...

ya know, I hate you all right now. All I had for lunch was a PB&J and an Apple. The bread was bought yesterday, so still soft and fresh. It was yummy. but NOOOooOOOoooo. Now I want bacon & eggs!! What kind of eggs? Not sure. That Dutch Baby thing looks really yummy. I'm always a sucker for a good omelette. Or just scrambled with cheese. I haven't had poached in forever. I used to make them for my step-father. Except he liked deviled ham on it, and I thought that stuff stank like a mo-fo. Either way, I just had lunch, and now I want bacon & eggs. Blargh. At least I know how I like my bacon. Chewey and not over cooked. From the oven is best, and easiest to do.

:: sigh ::

I just had the best lobster roll for lunch. (Okay, probably not *the best* given that I am not currently in Maine. But for midtown Manhattan it was pretty darn good.)

Oooh! Where, Jessica?

Every time he comments that he backs up his wife(Really, yay!) or does something gross for his kiddos, a platoon of admiring feminists tells him he's a sweet guy

Gah. I hate this. If it's your own kid, YOU AREN'T "BABYSITTING"!!!

Oooh! Where, Jessica?

Do you know where Silo is on 53rd/3rd? Across the lobby from there is this little hole in the wall (literally - it's about the size of a freight elevator) kiosk that sells lobster rolls w/ a side salad for $10. Not something I can afford every day, but this week I needed a treat.

I love getting bacon and eggs over easy, and using the bacon to dip in the yolk. And the leftover yolk makes great moppings for toast.

Yes. Please. Now.

If it's your own kid, YOU AREN'T "BABYSITTING"!!!

NO!!! Holy hell, I hate that. You can't babysit your OWN kids. That's called parenting.

Hmm. That is definitely an interesting point, Erica. It's something that, in more nebulous form, has been on my mind.

I find myself guilty of it; if Dan puts the dishes in the dishwasher or something, I totally lavish him with praise (to try to get him to do it more.)

Now, I have been out-of-work, and doing the housework as part of my household contribution to our partnership, since I wasn't bringing in any money; I was cool with it. Now that I am working, I think we'll institute a "Whoever doesn't cook, cleans within a day" rule, and I'll do most of the cleaning on the weekends. He's pretty good; if he sees me sweeping or dusting or de-furring, he'll starts to do a chore, too.

But, yeah, I am the instigator on it.

Do you know where Silo is on 53rd/3rd? Across the lobby from there is this little hole in the wall (literally - it's about the size of a freight elevator) kiosk that sells lobster rolls w/ a side salad for $10. Not something I can afford every day, but this week I needed a treat.

Ooooh! Sort of like Burger Joint at Le Parker Meridian? I love nummy food that hides.

I am going to hunt this down like a dog.

He's better than that, but still? If I read just one more sensitive male taking over women's space writing about how he was traumatized for life when(Dad, his coach, Drill Sargeant Gunny) told him to man up when he was hurting, I think there might be a rampage in my future. Because, guys, we love you(some of us *like that* some of us as a friend, but feminism isn't all about how you fit in, and you you can escape being your asshole father(if you have an asshole father) Do we have to help you with everything? I used to feel supported when they did that, now I think it wouldn't hurt most men to play second banana once in a while, not that I'm going to get a cute little Aussie assistant and watch him pick up stuff I drop or anything. I have no desire to be Donna Draper.