24 Replies to “If Women Ran The World”

  1. Yes!! Brilliant comparison, with Heather the Horrible.
    At home, I invariably cook the meat. I would be content if my wife did it – she
    is a good cook – but she prefers me to do it. This even goes for serving cold meat.
    My father was the same – his roast beef and his pork chops were excellent (as was his
    cauliflower – figure that one out).

  2. …whiff of charred, low-quality sausage meat…
    That comment alone stinks of elitism.

  3. “Plastic Spatula of Oppression”
    Nice. Some are quick to point out the fallacy without realizing its depth.
    An ersatz spatula. As there are no plastic spatulas at barbeques so much for the oppression.
    Power, of course, would show up with all the accoutremon, including a plastic spatula and silly hat. Genuine elitist prig, or prog,… whatever. Given his particularism regarding sausages one must assume he is a foodie, or a …

  4. …there are no plastic spatulas at barbeques…
    I used a plastic once; after that my wife took over BBQing.

  5. I’ll bet that was her favorite one.
    Feigned incompetence, I assume? or.. was her coup de gras summoned by unmitigated indifference inspired by the likes of my alter ego, Onslow.

  6. if I got married again, I’d buy her a self lighting BBQ, and I chase my own beer this time around:-))))

  7. My wife expects that when the protein is cooked out of doors, I am going to do it. Were I to decline that responsibility I’m sure it would go badly for me for quite some time.
    Perhaps I should tell her that Mr. Power of the British Guardian says that a man cooking with a barbeque or worse, over a campfire, is an expression of oppressive patriarchy that should be stopped.
    Do you think she would buy it?

  8. I guess leftists are a little like stereotypical women, always moving the furniture around.

  9. Modern progessia is all about apologising to the state for who you are – in that regard degenerate progressive gender politics dictates the male must be gelded, politically, socially and in popular culture but this is unnecessary when you have such limp noodle twinkies who willingly castrate themselves to appear politically correct. In these cases I doubt they’d miss their junk at all -no loss, glad the gene pool is cleansed of them.

  10. Yeah well, too many folk are trapped in a blind alley of perceived steriotypes.
    Funny thing is the very best grilled steak I every chowed down on was grilled, to perfection, by a mature gent wearing a turban( am unrepentant vegetarian). Any notion that he was part of a matriarchal family group, was nulified by his daughters hovering nearby.
    Except for the headgear and the total absence of beer, it fit the North American concept of BBQ perfectly.

  11. having just cooked a few pieces of loin from some cow named Angus, I hereby refrain myself from any commenting.
    I have also never bbq’d ubiquitous but with enough marinate…

  12. Was this guy a self made Eunuch?
    Since when did Women want to sit in front of an open fire smelling like a camp fire?
    They have more sense. Besides which I’ve seen plenty of Lady’s BBQ.
    This is made up BS by another collectivist nut. With delusions of self righteous superiority.
    Here is a real difference meter of what measures the differences in Men & Women. Its fun to.
    Maybe men and women are different
    From BCF
    http://themockdock.com/2013/07/16/you-may-have-seen-this-before/

  13. Mr. Power seems the typical metrosexual git who says things from the safety of the Intertubes that he’d never have the guts to say in a bar.
    Men grill the meat because its tradition, and as such is both its own reason and its own reward. Men such as Mr. Power despise tradition mostly to give meaning to their otherwise useless lives. Having something to hate is all that keeps these little pencil necks breathing.

  14. I hate barbequing. But it’s an opportunity to get out of the house and enjoy a quart.
    Besides, rare, medium, well done, or burnt – slather on enough sauce and they’ll eat it.

  15. Jamie…too right! I always ask how my guest want their steak, knowing full well they’re going to get it the way it comes off the barbie. That’s part of the charm of BBQing…you get what you get.
    But having read the article a couple times, I am still mystified about what the author’s point actually was….I’m guessing it was some thing like “geez….I have throw 500 words or so together on some subject, regardless how inane it may be, or I’ll miss the deadline”.

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