Just some ordinary old, ever present, pervasive sexism.
Idiot Savant links to a fascinating article in the Guardian which is ostensibly about Jamie Oliver's new TV series, Ministry of Food, but is really a fascinating, and worrying, and sad discussion about the clear link between poverty and bad food. You should read it. The conclusion: the socio-economic group you are born into is one of the most significant determinants of how healthy you will be. This is a world-wide phenomenom - just living on the eastern side of South Road in Adelaide gives you about 10 years more life.
But in the midst of the cogent and distressing analysis of the effect of poverty on diet and health, there's still time for a spot of mother-blaming.
Middle-class people in the series eat junk, too. Time, or lack of it, is their problem. Women getting home from work can't find even half an hour to cook from scratch for the family, which Oliver can't understand.
And what are the daddies doing, forsooth? Just maybe, if daddies were held responsible for cooking too, then daddies and mummies could take turns, so tired mummies coming home from work wouldn't feel that they were always the ones who had to keep on going and going and going. Then they might just have the emotional and physical energy to cook a good meal. But that's too complicated a thought, evidently. It's easier to just blame the mothers.
And from the Adelaide Advertiser, a piece on a scanner that Adelaide Airport is planning to use, which:
allows screeners to detect non-metallic devices, objects and weapons concealed on a person's body, but also to see a person's organs and genitals.
Lovely. There's no particular analysis of the invasion of privacy, nor any consideration of those of us who don't want underpaid, bored security officers gawking at our bodies.
And what's used to illustrate it? A woman's body, of course. And a "perfect" one at that. I suspect the company making it thought that sex would sell.