A Question of Gender...

“I wish there was an official document that proved women are always right.” I sighed one day after a discussion between my mum and dad.

Half sniggering, half crying, my dad replied, “There is, it’s called a marriage certificate.”

Since that moment it has come to my attention that men say ‘women are always right’ a lot more than they care to admit. It’s a bit of a ‘Catch-22’ situation however, since whenever they say ‘I suppose you’re always right because you’re a woman’ they seem to instantly forget it, so whenever an actual woman makes the case they get all defensive and accuse them of radical feminism.

(Radical feminism here being the crazy-kind of normal feminism, usually involving the ideas of women ruling society and men being cast away to an island of exile, they also show a prime example of female compassion. Not.)

Pocket Pikmin

So Christmas has been and gone now - which should mean the panic has just about subsided, because the pre-present era of shopping/finding/wrapping/ribboning/labelling ETC. is stressful as heck. Especially because there are always those people who never want anything.

My brother, is not one of those people however. He wants everything; from a golden toilet to a rocket. So naturally I can still have a little trouble finding him gifts. This year I found a couple of cute tiny jars which made me think of Pikmin 3, a video game (that the brother is obsessed with) from a series of Pikmin games (which he is also obsessed with) where, as a stranded rocket ship captain you have to use the help of these cute little creatures named 'Pikmin' to help you find fruits to juice and use to rebuild the food supplies of your home planet. 

The brother enjoyed juicing fruits and putting them in jars and then not drinking them because he didn't like the flavours, but he enjoys himself. While I could not make him a rocket ship for Christmas, I could make him some felty Pikmin and put them into little juice jars. :)