The other day I heard two very ‘woke’ male podcasters make fun of people who share their food on Instagram.
“Hey Dude, do you post pictures of what you eat?”
“Nah man, what I eat is simply fuel. It is, like, the least important part of my life.”
And I thought, yeah motherfuckers, ‘cause probably it’s a woman who made it for you.
Now, I don’t usually post photos of food myself, but these self-important bros pissed me off. It’s really trendy to make fun of the things in women’s lives, you know? Because yes, in 2017, family food prep still falls to women most of the time, so it’s not exactly the “least important part” of our days. And I know, as the primary chef in our home, food is more than just fuel. It’s effort and planning and knowledge and skill. It’s an art form no less worthy of documentation than anything else a man or woman might accomplish in an hour.
But society is so quick to dismiss women’s experiences. People can pick on a thing like food photos and upload the much cooler things they do with their time because someone else is spending her hours feeding children in this world. And they don’t think twice about it because we label so many things that fill up women’s lives as vapid, shallow, sentimental, basic. “Mommy blogs,” “chick lit,” “chick flicks;” who designs these parameters around the things women make or enjoy? When we say no more food pics or decor photos or – horror – baby photos, what we’re really saying is: mothers, shut up. We don’t care. Your experience is nothing. And all these things that make up your long and lonely days? We don’t want to see them.
We don’t want to see you.
Well fuck that. Let them see you, moms (and dads!). The masterpieces and messes of home and kitchen are just as worthy as the black and white shots of #foundarchitecture or photos from an airplane window or portraits of woke dudes in uniform black t-shirts and jeans looking out over deserts. You don’t have to be silent if your days are all spills and dimpled smiles and dinner prep’s the most adult part right now. Upload and don’t think twice.
You’re not alone.