With each passing decade and each elapsing generation, women are conditioned to believe that men have a genuine inability to multi-task
It may make sense to admit that of all vices we women have been accused of, being gullible is one which we've carried with us right from the days of creation itself. We believed the bad guy with the apple in paradise, ate it and then being kind enough even shared it with the man around. Adam, in return (even with the apple lodged right in his gullet) ratted on Eve.
Of course it made her feel culpable for them having to be shunned out from beautiful Eden and land on earth.
So probably a combination (of the acquired guilt and inherent gullibility) made us women easy soft targets for the men-folk around.
We naively concurred when our men explained (very logically at that) how they've never done laundry or washed vessels in their lives.
We ate out of their hands when they convinced us that the way to their hearts was through their stomachs. So, we ended up cooking for them. We empathised with them when they told us marriage puts them in a tight, delicate spot – lodged right in between us wives on one side and their families on the other.
With each passing decade and each elapsing generation, we listened, and even if we didn't quite agree, gave in to the never ending yarns our men spun. We gave them the benefit of doubt when they told us they are differently wired (Of course the book written by a woman that explained that men and women, after all, were from different planets also helped their case). We accepted that maybe men are born with a genuine inability to multi-task (especially when the tasks involve watching a decade old test match on telly while watching over the kids playing).
While we un-knowingly accepted their (rather crafty) ways we also had no choice but to do – we started with cooking, cleaning and looking after babies. We then moved outside home – we juggled home and balanced careers, all the while trusting our inherent abilities to be able to chew all the new things we bit into each day. And so, as a species, we evolved. We became these multi-tasking, multi-talented and multi-skilled energy cauldrons, whose reserves seemed endless.
There really is now nothing much left for us to do. We juggle the daily drill – preparing our dissertations while putting our toddlers to sleep, pay the bills on the way to work, map out our investments while cooking, breastfeed while vacuuming the floor, plan family outings during lunch break at work, stay up after the family is asleep planning for the day and ahead, all the while prioritising, balancing and evaluating. We even took on their names as our surnames.
When we've ‘politely' asked the men for help they called us nags and cribbers.
When we tried to explain the little details of our power-packed days they called us chatter boxes.
Being battle hardened also left us impervious, almost numb to the negative comments that men have about our successful clan.
Its also probably the knowledge that through the One Above created man and woman as equals but evolution, circumstances and the ‘contribution' from men made us superior – intellectually, psychologically, emotionally.
Of course if you take this logical sequence of events to your other half he is going to retort (like mine did) with babble of how men and women have been made differently, and that women oftentimes resort to unnecessary male-bashing and that we were after all meant to complement each other.
Being a woman you would want to snap and tear the argument to pieces with how men, at the most, (with a lot of hints) can compliment you, not too much else.
But then again, we've learnt over all these years that it's best to grin (rather smirk) and (smugly) bear it.