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Should you let your wife drive alone?


Wow, there is a lot going on here. First, watch.

So, how about that? My interpretation of the scary driving montage was the tired “women aren’t good drivers” story, but my sweetie had a different take on it. He started by admitting that he does get nervous when I’m driving alone. Which led to some rather colorful language on my part. 🙂 Once I stopped seeing red, we had a good conversation.

He said it isn’t that he’s concerned about my driving; it’s that he’s concerned about the other factors he can’t control and/or protect me from. Which was sweet, but still problematic.

But, getting back to the ad. First, it exploits the desire to protect your loved ones–“If you love your wife, then buy our tires.” Second, the structure of the ad, namely that men are interested in performance for themselves and protection for their “women,” implies that women need to be protected and men don’t. And why would a woman need more protection than a man while driving?

Does a flash-mob of crazy drivers start when a woman gets in the car alone? Does Cal-Trans set up detours just to stymie your wife’s airport runs? Clearly, the answer is no. Traffic is traffic, detours are detours, and crazy drivers do not practice gender discrimination. The implication, then, of women “needing protection” on the road is that women aren’t as adept at navigating the hazards of driving. Which brings us right back to the starting point: Women can’t drive.

The most troubling implication of the ad is evidenced by a stylistic shift when the driver is reunited with her husband. When the woman is driving by herself the music is ominous and the cinematography is choppy and disjointed. Not only is the world unsafe, but something feels seriously out-of-order. Hmm…I wonder what it could be…

When she safely arrives at the airport and her husband gets into the car, the disordered universe is set aright. This return to order is evidenced by the abrupt change in cinematography; The music becomes soothing and we are treated to a nice steady shot of the happy couple. Apparently, it is not only dangerous for a woman to drive alone–it is unnatural. Ick.


Spanish Rice with COCONUT OIL!


Welcome to the inaugural post of Adventures in Huswifery.

So far I’ve posted some old-school “badvertising” under this category, and I have so much more planned! I look forward to exploring the history of the term “housewife,” questioning housework as a traditionally gendered activity, and, most importantly, documenting my struggles to get my shit together and act like a grown-up when it comes to keeping our house clean. My dear husband can, and does, clean circles around me on a regular basis. I am all for questioning traditional gender norms, but it’s really time for me to start pulling my weight.

I have, however, already achieved some modicum of success an area of traditional huswifery: cooking! So, without further ado, I am proud to present my first food blog. My food blogs and recipes will be cross posted between Adventures in Huswifery and Dining as I see fit.

Spanish rice cooked with coconut oil


1/2 medium yellow or white onion (can someone tell me the difference here? I use them interchangeably and it hasn’t blown up the world…yet)
garlic to taste
1 jalapeno
2 tbsp coconut oil
1 tbsp butter
1/2-1 cup of tomato sauce
1 dried chile (if feeling whimsical)
2 cups of long grain rice (I used white basmati)
4 cups of chicken broth
salt to taste Read the rest of this entry