The epitome of Battle of the Sexes.

Posted by Mel on Sep 29, 2011 in A Moment in WTF? | 4 comments

This is dumb.

I brought to this relationship an almost-new hand can opener that has the most awesome of rubber grips and non-rusted, can cutter-mechanisms. Seen on left.

His: old, rusted, barely turns, hardly cuts and is completely awkward to use. Seen on right.

We upgraded most of his hand-me-down utensils and such when I first moved in; my “stuff” was noticeably nicer — and lesser used. Yet he REFUSES to get rid of this stupid, old contraption. He “likes it.” Amongst a lot of other double shit around the kitchen, which I’ve finally started to pack up this week.

And I KNOW he’ll notice if it’s missing.

So, we continue to live on in a household with two freaking can openers.

Please tell me someone else has this problem.

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I’m probably AB in this situation. When we got nice new stuff as wedding gifts, I struggled to give away a few things, but my old 4-cup coffee maker — that was my can opener. We got a fancy, schmancy, bigger coffee maker, but damnit, my 4-cup one works better! And the MLM doesn’t even like the coffee I buy for myself, so he never wants any when I’m brewing some for myself. Why use a 10-cup coffee maker that is a pain in the ass to use when I can use my simple, dinky 4-cup maker that works like a charm? To prevent the MLM from giving it away without my knowledge, I took it the office where no one can take it away from me.

But yeah, a can opener? I would have no problem getting rid an old one of those.

Mel

AB doesn’t drink coffee. But I can’t tell how much it meant to me, after regular “overnights” at his apartment, he bought one and put it at his place.

This resulted in having TWO positives — I only drink 2-3 small cups of coffee in the morning now, as opposed to 8-12.

Sylvia

We had two epic fights that are still talked about, the toaster oven (my bad) and the towel rack (10 years later we still agree to disagree). I can tell you that, for me, the crappy toaster oven turned into (subconsciously) a symbol of my achievements. I had bought it second hand for $3 and it fed me when I could only afford to spend $3 on a toaster oven and about .50 on feeding myself a meal. And it still WORKED. I could not toss it aside now that I was happy and had a stable life and income, that was mean to the toaster. I know… but in the moment the toaster’s feelings were VERY important. It reminded me every morning when I toasted how blessed I was and how proud I was of myself. I was not ready to let go of that morning reminder it was a part of my morning routine. Also I had fears that Jeremy and his shinny toaster were going to vanish and then I would be out a toaster on top of it all, best to keep my loyal toaster in a closet somewhere just in case, because there was no way I was going get rid of my best toaster friend who saw me through thick and thin for this guy who may not be in it for the long haul like my toaster was. The toaster went in the closet for another year or so and then finally made it to the trash. Fight over.
So in summation, this fight is so normal and irrational, and that is normal too.

Mel

I love you for sharing that. It warmed my heart because I know exactly what that sort of fear and attachment to inanimate objects feels like.

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