My husband asked me to make a hair appointment for him. I asked him to call our insurance agent to fix a crack in sirsy bug’s windshield. Why? I suppose it’s a matter of stereotypical comfort. He didn’t want to be the one to book a haircut at a lala ladies’ salon and I didn’t want to talk to some macho man mechanic. No matter. We look out for each other and that’s what our partnership is all about. But, here’s what’s bothering me. On the surface we’re fitting profiles I’m not pleased about. I did the girly thing. He did the guy thing. If I were my father’s daughter I’d changing my own sirsy oil and rotating the tires while I’m at it.
It got me thinking. What is it with sex stereotypes? Exactly who is the person driving the silver Honda with the rainbow butterfly decal that I’m following home? A homosexual lepidopterist? I assume “girl”. The car is slow, so I add “young” to my assumption. Am I switching sex based on sight?
~*LunaSea*~ 
He mows the lawn, I do the laundry, but I was the only one who owned power tools (or any kind of tools for that matter) when we first started dating. Sometimes the stereotype seems to fit, other times … not so much. After all … they are only stereotypes …
I remember when you were all excited over a power drill. Must be that Maine thing..or is that a stereotype, too? 😉
I’m just the kind of gal who prefers power tools to flowers. Give me a practical gift anyday!