This past week, was Men’s Fashion Week in New York. It’s also been unseasonably hot, the hottest week yet, this summer. I feel for the models, cocooned in their designer wrappings.
These women working are carrying fans to one of the week’s venues. Funny, ironic, predictable? All three I think. Denton said it best.
“Today I was shooting at Men’s Fashion Week, which apparently doesn’t mean that men do all the work. In fact it looks as if when the men can’t fix the AC, the women get to bring the fans.”
Still, still somehow, women get to do the dirty work. It happens in corporate offices, at home, and at Men’s Fashion Week. We “get to” bring the pastry, we “get to” clean up after the meeting, and we “get to” lug the fans.
Am I Stereotyping? I sure am but no apologies. This is what I see, and I’m sure you do too. We all know it’s a phenomenon with wider implications than who gets the coffee.
Let’s face it, it’s our own fault. We jump up, ready to do what needs doing. Unless we are born prima donnas, it seems to be in our very sinews to take care of things. Then, after we’re done, we’re proud of our ability to troubleshoot and jump into action. We feel good when we take care of things.
That then reinforces our next round of troubleshooting, so we’re stuck on a never ending mission.
The mission though, is tiring. So thouroughy tiring, that after the dirty work, we don’t get to do what we want, or what sorely needs doing out in the wider, severely screwed up world we live in. That has profound repurcussions and has to change. I believe we all know that as well.
But what is that thing, in our blood and sinews, that calls to us to take action? It’s deep. I don’t exactly know why, but I do know that we have a deep seated need to always make things better, more beautiful, and in the case of Men’s Fashion Week, more comfortable.
What do you think?