Originally Posted by
RBP
Getting the dishes done in time to go to the laundromat is great, since I have an inconsistent schedule and my wife makes more than twice what I make. Hopefully I will be on time for an eye specialist I can't afford who says it's not cataracts but can't find anything wrong.
I intentionally choose the dryers below the TV blaring Mariachi music as I load my wife's post period panties into the dryer. It gives me time to go through job ads from female managers that won't give me the time of day. It's awesome to have the time to reflect on how the patriarchy and my white cishet male privilege has really given me a leg up on life.
Time to go fold. Thank you, forefathers.