This Woman Can't Get Married Until She Makes Her Boyfriend 300 Sandwiches
Buzzfeed, so it's done in picture and caption form:
I'm torn. On the one hand. Yes, this is absolutely sexist and demeaning, at least in an abstract form not considering the circumstances. It really sounds subservient. On the other hand, I definitely could see something romantic about it (provided he's keeping count and plans something big when they hit sandwich 300). It is unique (certainly, it's not quite the asshole husband demanding something from his wife).
Here's her view:
Also, the sandwiches do, indeed, look delicious.
Anyone else have any thoughts?
Buzzfeed, so it's done in picture and caption form:
Last July, after Smith’s boyfriend Eric Schulte ate a sandwich she made for him, he exclaimed: “Honey, you’re 300 sandwiches away from an engagement ring!”
Smith is now making him 300 sandwiches in hopes of a ring, and is documenting it on her blog.
“Sandwiches meant more to him than nice gifts, regular sex, or any other incentive I could use to get him closer to putting a ring on it,” says Smith.
“Maybe I needed to show him I could cook to prove that I am wife material. If he wanted 300 sandwiches, I’d give him 300 sandwiches.”
I'm torn. On the one hand. Yes, this is absolutely sexist and demeaning, at least in an abstract form not considering the circumstances. It really sounds subservient. On the other hand, I definitely could see something romantic about it (provided he's keeping count and plans something big when they hit sandwich 300). It is unique (certainly, it's not quite the asshole husband demanding something from his wife).
Here's her view:
Some might say the idea is sexist. “A woman in the kitchen—how Stepford Wife of you!” a friend argued. I say come over for dinner, and watch E [Eric] whip up roasted duck breast with a balsamic and currant sauce with a roasted parsnip puree and shaved pickled beets in no time, and you’ll see who spends more time in the kitchen.
Some say I’m just desperate to get engaged. Hardly. I don’t have to be. E didn’t say “cook me 300 sandwiches or I’m leaving you!” He gave me a challenge—a dare, to some degree—and the type-A, Tracy Flick side of me can’t stand being challenged. I will prove to him and the rest of the world I can make the 300 sandwiches.
Also, the sandwiches do, indeed, look delicious.
Anyone else have any thoughts?