I can’t roast a chicken, or bake a pie, or clean, or remember to switch the laundry, or sew, or vaccuum for the life of me. (or spell, but that has nothing to do with this goal). and its a shame because my nana made me such a pretty apron years ago. anyway, I don’t even know how to determine which long distance phone service to use, let alone run a household. its not that i want to be a 1950’s housewife, its that everyone; men, women, hemaphrodites, italian men, etc (lets not discriminate here) should know how to take care of themselves and the house, because hey, its not like you’re gunna always live with a spouse or your parents.