Things I can’t do without a man<\/b><\/p>\n
I like to think of myself as an independent person, so I become intensely frustrated when there are things I just can’t do without a man around:<\/p>\n
– Opening most jars. – Moving big objects. – Understanding the plot of heist<\/a> movies and mafia<\/a> movies. – Killing very big bugs (or for the sensitive hearts, catching them and releasing them in the wild). – Making knots. – Finding the most direct way out of a place. – Forgetting about a few extra pounds. The rest I can usually take care of myself. Or find a girlfriend to give me a hand… (no, I don’t mean it THAT way!)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Things I can’t do without a man I like to think of myself as an independent person, so I become intensely frustrated when there are things I just can’t do without a man around: – Opening most jars. I am absolutely pathetic at opening jars. You should see me do a frustration dance when my… Continue reading 200433205<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/248"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=248"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/248\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=248"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=248"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=248"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI am absolutely pathetic at opening jars. You should see me do a frustration dance when my pasta is ready and I can’t open a jar of sauce. A few years ago, before my then boyfriend left to work for 6 months in Europe, he made sure to buy me a Canadian Tire<\/a> gadget to open jars. Well, I’ve managed to find a way to damage jar lids with that tool to a point where they become impossible to open, even by a man.<\/p>\n
\nLike a 27″ television which needs to be taken to the repair shop. Damn. The tv I inherited from my dad just died on me. I think it doesn’t like my shows and misses boxing and war movies.<\/p>\n
\n« Wait a second. Who’s that guy in the dark suit and the fancy hat? Didn’t he get shot at the beginning of the movie? Why are they mad at him? »<\/p>\n
\nI admit any woman brave enough will do, as long as I don’t have to watch while the bug is being squished.<\/p>\n
\nLike the ones used on a sailboat or the ones used to hang hammocks. Untying knots is even worse.<\/p>\n
\nYes, yes, I fit the clich\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bd of the « woman with no sense of direction ». But I don’t get lost when I travel on my own; I just don’t take the most direct way back to the hotel.<\/p>\n
\nOr How I learned to stop worrying and love the curves.<\/p>\n