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June Cleaver Had It Right
Apr. 2nd, 2011 06:19 pmI am not a large person.
Aside from being slight of build, I am about 5'3" tall if I stand up straight and stretch. While this isn't abnormally small, it is below average for where and when I live. The world, in general, is not sized to be appropriate for me. In particular, the counters in my kitchen are about 2-3 inches higher than is convenient. I can work with them in general; it's not a huge problem for things like chopping vegetables, cooking, or simple baking projects. But when I'm working with, say, huge amounts of stiff, awkward dough that needs to be rolled out with a lot of effort or pressed and munged around extensively, it's a major pain.
All of this explains why I am now baking about 150 shortbread cookies while wearing high heels. All those media housewives from the 1950's weren't oppressed, they were just freaking short. Admittedly, I'm wearing jeans and a flannel top instead of a dress and pearls, and I've got a crochet hook stuck in my hair to keep it out of my face and the food, but the scene was still enough to amuse the heck out of my husband....
Aside from being slight of build, I am about 5'3" tall if I stand up straight and stretch. While this isn't abnormally small, it is below average for where and when I live. The world, in general, is not sized to be appropriate for me. In particular, the counters in my kitchen are about 2-3 inches higher than is convenient. I can work with them in general; it's not a huge problem for things like chopping vegetables, cooking, or simple baking projects. But when I'm working with, say, huge amounts of stiff, awkward dough that needs to be rolled out with a lot of effort or pressed and munged around extensively, it's a major pain.
All of this explains why I am now baking about 150 shortbread cookies while wearing high heels. All those media housewives from the 1950's weren't oppressed, they were just freaking short. Admittedly, I'm wearing jeans and a flannel top instead of a dress and pearls, and I've got a crochet hook stuck in my hair to keep it out of my face and the food, but the scene was still enough to amuse the heck out of my husband....
