V is for Vaccinophobia #atozchallenge

There once was a girl who feared getting a prick
The mere sight of a needle, made her very sick
The new nurse made a joke
While she gave her a poke
And distraction, it seems, was the trick

(c) Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life

Note: Vaccinophobia is the fear of needles

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***This has been written for the 2015 A to Z Challenge. My theme is the A to Z of Phobias. Entries are written in the form of a limerick. You can read my other entries here***

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Feminism Friday: Around the house

Feminism Friday

I thought I’d write about something a bit lighter for this week’s Feminism Friday post. It arose after a few conversations at work which got me thinking: how does gender equality present itself when it comes to tasks around the house?

I grew up in a household where my mum was the homemaker and dad was the breadwinner. But, unlike many Indian families back then, my dad still helped out around the house. He would dust the house {I blame his OCD}, hang out the clothes and iron the clothes {you see, Tony, men DO iron}. Yes, growing up, dad did the ironing. He couldn’t cook and so, the kitchen was mum’s domain. Basically, I grew up watching my dad definitely do stuff around the house. I grew up learning that my partner too would be expected to meet me half way when it came to household chores.

Mr Imperfect and I are still learning the ropes. He needs to be told what to do and will do it. He does the vacuuming {which I hate} while I clean the bathroom and kitchen. He will take the bins out and do half the grocery shopping. I tend to do more of the cooking but that’s only because I am a better cook 😉 He does cook steak or fish or pasta and even made me minestrone soup once from one of my recipes. In short, he helps out. For the record, neither of us really does the ironing.

Some of the ladies at work were complaining about how their husbands need to be told and won’t just try and help out. I have no problems in telling Mr Imperfect what to do because let’s face it, we all have different standards. My dad is a neat freak and I doubt all men can be neat freaks!  But in India, I still remember most of my friends would tell me how their dads never helped out around the house. They’d come home from work and expect dinner on the table, would watch TV and then go to bed. I’d like to think that times have changed and that more men help around the house. But even today, women do most of the housework. And they do this even after going to work.

Here’s an interesting article about how we are trained from the time we are young to help out more around the house. And how’s this for some good news this week. Apparently, companies with women on their boards perform better. Makes you wonder why the corporate world is so male-dominated! Also makes you wonder whether politicians will take a leaf out of this and actually have more women in the cabinet. Or maybe that’s far too advanced for the current government. Parul’s post on leadership was an insightful read and which begs the question as to why there aren’t more female leaders.

What happens in your house with the housework?

Do share!

P.S. Have you entered the Foot Care Giveaway yet? There’s still 6 days to go. Open to Aussie residents only. 

***Linking with Grace for FYBF***

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U is for Uranophobia #atozchallenge

There once lived a girl who feared going to heaven
She learnt about it at church when seven
It sounded a bore
With goodness galore
So she became cheeky since turning eleven

(c) Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life

Note: Uranophobia is the fear of heaven

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***This has been written for the 2015 A to Z Challenge. My theme is the A to Z of Phobias. Entries are written in the form of a limerick. You can read my other entries here***

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T is for Testophobia #atozchallenge

There once was a boy afraid of taking tests
He tried to avoid, but had to take ‘em like the rest
He learnt by rote
And made several notes
But in the end, it was anxiety that got the best

(c) Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life

Note: Testophobia is the fear of taking tests

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S is for Soteriophobia #atozchallenge

There once was a woman so very independent
She didn’t rely on others, not even for a cent
There’s no one you can trust
She’d claim with disgust
And till her last days stayed lonely and repentant

(c) Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life

Note: Soteriophobia is the fear of dependence on others

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***This has been written for the 2015 A to Z Challenge. My theme is the A to Z of Phobias. Entries are written in the form of a limerick. You can read my other entries here***

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