I don’t like cooking. That’s for a fact. Undeniable, unchangeable, but forgivable… right?
My cooking is…. passable. Edible. Palatable. If only barely.
So, why force myself… right?
Bcoz I feel the social pressure of upholding a woman’s traditional role. Or probably just wanting to fix a nice meal for my boyfriend.
I’m just another victim of social conformity, after all.
Going to watch Alien vs. Predator. I’m prepared to cover my eyes during the whole thing. Augh.