tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467165355495178226.post1344308627065873825..comments2023-04-13T07:44:25.969-04:00Comments on It's the cat's house, I just live here.: "Helpless" women on TV, and why it drives me nutsThe Calico Quilterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01772374749065425388noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467165355495178226.post-90997340179075541582009-11-12T08:08:14.099-05:002009-11-12T08:08:14.099-05:00Count me in on this one! There are so many insulti...Count me in on this one! There are so many insulting commercials out there. My pet peeve are all the new products that supposedly make life easier. Frozen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, pre-made soup, pre-mashed potatoes...ugh ugh and more ugh! Commercials assume we're all blithering idiots that can accomplish nothing on our own - from cooking to car care to housecleaning to (more recently) sex!Joan Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11068492574250515332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467165355495178226.post-56220424467338445152009-11-09T08:32:21.716-05:002009-11-09T08:32:21.716-05:00My husband and I make it a game to rate commercial...My husband and I make it a game to rate commercials from 1 to 10 according to how insultig to our intelligence they can be (10 being extremly insulting). Of course, we only get to do that every so often because the commericials are repeated and repeated and repeated and repeated....aarrrrggghhhh!Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17957348238714491201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467165355495178226.post-62296793099621782432009-11-08T21:29:14.396-05:002009-11-08T21:29:14.396-05:00I had car problems in Iowa one time and ended up b...I had car problems in Iowa one time and ended up being towed to the dealership in Council Bluffs. They opened the car up and then quit for the night. *sigh* Ended up in a dive motel. Next day, the service manager said I needed a new carburetor. Say what? What beet truck did he think I fell off? I told him that the engine did not have a carburetor because it was fuel injected. Please button it back up and not do a thing. Turned out I got some bad gas. Made it home fine and dandy.Paula, the quilterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17662592713610165406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7467165355495178226.post-22828963684684833742009-11-08T20:37:15.322-05:002009-11-08T20:37:15.322-05:00You asked for it - I AGREEEEE! And I have found t...You asked for it - I AGREEEEE! And I have found that the helpless women get the most attention. Explain that to me. Here I am, trying to be independant, usually capable, reliable, trustworthy, fairy clever with household chores and maintenance, I know what worn wheel bearings sound like, when brakes need fixing, but it seems the gals who know nothing always get an extra hand. Why is that? grumble, grumgle,Elaine Adairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14664504842156046995noreply@blogger.com