F*** Dish

All Men

Worldwide

EARTHSIDE 2019

Dear Mr Men,

I want to preface this by saying that I am not a feminist. I am a realist. I believe in equality, accountability of decision making and conscientious living.

With that said, I will cut to the chase.

You know the dishwasher, that white I-saw that lives in the kitchen, normally both under and within reach of the sink? In case you can't tell by the tone of this letter so far, that was a rhetorical question so you don't need to answer. I know you know what it is because it was your idea to buy it in the first place, following the few nights you spent whinging about the post dinner dishes.

You do know how to load and unload a dishwasher don't you? Again, this is a rhetorical question so you don't need to answer. I know you know because you have done it when (and only when) I have nagged you to.

You know that leaving unrinsed weetbix and porridge bowls in the sink for more than 10 minutes makes for 10 hours worth of scrubbing don't you? Again, a rhetorical question so please don't answer. I know you know because I tell you how livid it makes me and you acknowledge it by saying that you won't do it again.

You know that there is absolutely no merit to a defence that there was no more room left in the dishwasher don't you? Again, a rhetorical question and by now I hope you know not to answer (although one cannot be sure given your behaviour leading to the writing of this letter). I know you know because the very place you leave your mess is in the sink, directly under the tap, within the vicinity of a scrubbing brush and sunlight liquid and where you have on countless occasions washed your carving knives because they are “too precious” for the dishwasher.

Then why the hell do you leave your weetbix/porridge crusted bowls, sugar coated spoons and coffee stained mugs sitting on top of each other in the sink leaving no room to access running water from the tap yet only an arms length away from the empty dishwasher every f***ing morning? This is not a rhetorical question and I demand an answer.

Regards,

One fuming female
(Sent on behalf of many others who I know share in this despair).