"Shame on you," is what I hear Gloria Steinem saying to me as she tsks tsks away. I am a feminist, loud and proud. I speak up, I have an opinion, and I'm not afraid to use it. I credit my older sister/hero with exposing me to feminist ideals as a young girl. She went away to college when I was just seven and I grew up admiring her ideals, and disdaining her hairy legs. For criminy's sake, I named my blog after an early feminist icon. My feminist street cred is intact.
All of my lofty feminist ideals, though, go by the wayside when I sit myself down in front of a computer. There I immediately revert to wife. 1958 style wife. Barefoot and pregnant standing in the kitchen wearing an apron wife. It's embarassing. I've taken to referring to Mr. Mary Tyler Mom as husband/technical consultant. In some instances it shifts to technical consultant/ husband.
I don't exactly understand it myself. It is willful, I will grant you that. And it does not make me proud. This revelation came today when a fancy pants new computer was delivered to my cube . My eyes widened with the ridiculously cool monitor and then my heart raced with the reality of Office 2010. And that unspoken expectation that I know how to operate it. You see Mr. Mary Tyler Mom does not work in the same office as I. That is a problem.
Here are some basic tech things I simply refuse to learn:
- how to send and/or receive texts
- how to transfer photos from digital camera to computer
- how to insert photos into this here blog
- excel spreadsheets
- maintaining calendar on computer
- online bill payment
- computer passwords in general - - seriously, programmer jerks, how many passwords is one person expected to remember?
- sending photos taken with my ancient flip phone
And I could go on and on. It is important to be self sufficient in this world of ours and I fully embrace that until technology is on the table. Then I fluster easily and bat my eyelashes. And I've convinved myself that this is okay. Mr. Mary Tyler Husband will take care of me, right? I mean, what's a 1958 wife to do?
That said, does anyone out there know how to transfer documents from the H drive onto my desktop? (Batting eyelashes now . . .)