I have struggled recently with "mangineering."
These are things engineered by men, but used by women.
We need more female engineers.
First, a complete affront to society greets me at every crosswalk in Austin.
These torture devices, while seemingly appropriate to a Birkenstock wearing middle aged man hopped up on Red Bull, are like foot Gitmo to anyone in decent female footwear, like heels. The bumps dig through the thin sole of a woman's shoe like the IRS through a tax return. I curse the Y chromosome each time I am forced to walk over these.
And then, there's the grocery cart. The woefully inadequate, man-brain spawned grocery cart.
What if you said to your nearest Birkenstock wearing male engineer - "Hey, Thaddeus - how about you give me your wallet, and I will put it down in a pile of baby poop while you shop at Game Stop for a new Nintendo Controller?"
What would Thaddeus say through his unkempt beard? Probably something not fit for a family blog such as this.
However, Thaddeus is perfectly satisfied to design a grocery cart where a poopy baby is plopped down in the same space I'm supposed to put my purse while I shop. Thaddeus thinks - hey - ladies either have poopy babies or they have purses, so we need a box for them to store those two things in. God forbid that the destined-never-to-be-married Thaddeus think for just a hot second that perhaps those two things should NOT coexist and a simple purse hook under the handle might make the lady shopper happy and not twitchy over imagining the poop germs overtaking her purse.
It might make her not want to hunt Thaddeus down and whip him senseless with her poopy purse. Just saying.
I guess the cart theme inspired me though, because I did come up with this while I was cursing Thaddeus and his minions.
Stamps: Summer Afternoon
Ink: Basic Black, reinkers
Paper: Summer Smooches DSP, Watercolor Paper, Whisper white
Accessories: Black Polka Dotted Ribbon
This one is one of my faves from the new catalog.
It almost makes me forget my poopy purse.
What feet of mangineering would you undo if you could?