A narcissist’s prayer of Thanksgiving. (My Glamorous Life) | Zeldman on Web & Interaction Design
My mom, who hated “women’s work,” would announce that she had done the very minimum—for instance, quickly boiling chicken instead of slowly baking turkey. “Done, enough, finished!” she’d exclaim, as if we were all rooting for her to get out of that sexist kitchen prison. And we were.