Today, Mia Freedman has a confession.
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This week, it all came to a head in one of those posh homewares stores.
Those ones I rarely go into because I’m scared I will break something or buy everything.
But desperate times call for desperate actions.
And we were having a dinner party for 10 people last Saturday night and it was 4pm and we didn’t have enough utensils or placemats.
We also didn’t have napkins because we are chuck-a-roll-of-paper-towels-
I am also a person who has been known to wipe her hands discretely in her hair if nothing else is available.
My kids won’t need therapy at all.
It’s probably no coincidence that my eldest child is a Virgo and has always abhorred mess. “Away! Away!” he used to shriek while sitting in his highchair and gesturing despairingly at the detritus of his meal smeared on the tray table in front of him.
Then I would just lean forward and mop it up with my ponytail.
So there we are, my husband and I, in the fancy pants homewares store debating what we needed to buy for our dinner party. Besides, you know, food.
Read more: MIA: 9 things feminism doesn’t do.
And that’s where it happened. The Mexican standoff between my husband and I over…..napkin rings.
Top Comments
I washed my hair twice this week.
#winning
I've just had a meeting with the Body Corporate Manager and another male committee member, joined by female committee member. (I am the chairperson of the B.C. Committee simply because I am the only one with a mouth - it seems. We were discussing security and lighting as there had been an "incident" on the property where a woman was sexually abused (?) at 9.00am in the morning last week. The men were on a roll with lighting, and cables, and hotspots, and on and on they went, when I commented that no amount of lighting would prevent someone being attacked, and secondly didnt they know that women were responsible for their attacks? It all went downhill from then on, with the boys club agreeing with each other, alternatively coming up with an even better idea and totally ignoring me. What I said, and the other woman said, were not responded to. It was like a couple of school boys waving their penises (penii?) at each other.
But as for serviettes, a lovely idea, but someone has to wash and iron them. I like and generally just use lovely Ikea napkins, which I can chuck out afterwards.