I have a cousin and we talk on a regular basis – she’s in Delaware now, but we grew up together in Billings, Montana. My dad called her “Punky”, a nickname she hated, so of course, I always use it. I am “Marky,” a name my mother would yell out the front door when dinner was ready. That was especially nice if I was talking to a girl I wanted to impress. She is constantly reminding me of the grades where I was held back a year, and I explain to her that the teachers were so fond of me that they wanted me around for one more year. That’s what my mom told me, and she would not lie to me. “How old were you when you finally got out of school?” another cousin asked. “I don’t know – 39, 40, somewhere in that range.”
In a recent conversation, I mentioned the expression “mansplaining” to my cousin, and she had not heard of it before. So I told her that it was a man explaining something to a woman in a condescending, inaccurate and oversimplified manner. I had to laugh, as I told her that I had just mansplained the meaning of mansplaining.
So anyway, on the blog, I used the example of head-butting to ‘splain to my readers Newton’s third law, that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. That’s right. I mansplained it to you folks.
Adams peanut butter is the best, in my opinion. But it is work … when we buy it, there is a layer of peanut oil on the top, and it has to be mixed in, and that can be work. At one time I would remove all the contents from the jar, mix them together, and then put them back. It takes time and effort, but then I had a brain stroke … I took our hand mixer, and using only one of the blades, mixed everything up. It worked beautifully.
Yesterday I took a new jar – my wife was out on an appointment, and I was home alone. I took the mixer, put on the one blade, sunk it in the jar and turned it on. I had forgotten Newton’s third law, for every action … the jar spun and splattered both peanut butter and oil in a range of ten feet in every direction. It was a huge mess. It took an hour to clean up, filling and refilling the sink with hot water and soap, as oil does not clean up easily. We were still stepping on dried up peanut butter last evening.
Which reminds me of the next concept I am going to mansplain to my readers … the Darwin Awards.
Piece of Mindful 
Oh dear, what a pain. Why did it fail the second time if the first time was OK?
Another thing you can do – although I’ve never tried it myself – is rest the jar upside down (on a saucer to allow for leakage) and then it’s much easier to stir when you turn it back up the right way.
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The first time I had the good sense to hold on to the jar. Yesterday I was distracted, I guess.
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At the risk of mansplaining, next time invite the nearest dog-walker into your kitchen. The hound will lap it up in no time. Hey, dog saliva is easier to clean, no?
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Yeah, with all natural peanut butter as long as you’re not in a rush it’s best to turn it upside down for a few weeks, and give it very hard shake whenever you get around to it. Then once you get it mixed sufficiently, keep in the refrigerator so the peanut meal and oil don’t separate.
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Heightened political insanity has taken all of the mildly embarrassing fun out of the mansplaining meme. Now, it seems, everyone is ‘splaining (or better yet, “correcting”) everyone else about every single thing, and the less they know about it, the more condescending and insufferably pretentious they will be.
In recent years–hell, in recent months–I’ve realized I’m as bad as or worse than anyone else when it comes to this particularly obnoxious tendency. I hope I’m getting better, but… I dunno…
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It’s nice that you are self-reflective, but I maintain that that ability does not exist in people who suffer the defect in question. For instance, if I ask you if you are a sociopath, you would have to reflect back, maybe at various times in your life where you might have exhibited the trait. You would not be certain, but the very act of self-reflection is something a sociopath is incapable of, so you pass. Ergo, if you are self-aware of your mansplaining, you are no longer a mansplainer.
So there, I just mansplained mansplaining to you, like I did my cousin.
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When I was real young, I learned that the best way to get peanut butter out of a jar was with a knife. Also, to wipe the knife clean of peanut butter, I found that a slice of bread works best. I can’t recall if we had a mixer, but if we did, no one put two and two together. I still use a knife. Hope this helps.
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It depends on the brand of peanut butter. Adams is the one I like best, but when you open it fresh from the store it will have like a half inch of peanut oil on top, and the mix below will be too stiff to spread easily. The oil needs to be mixed in. That’s why I used half a blender. Otherwise it is a long laborious process.
The ones I grew up on, Jiffy and Peter Pan, come spreadable from the store without any extra effort. However, my tastes have changed and I find that they taste more like Crisco than peanut butter.
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Jiffy was actually Jif. There is a big to-do about this amongst the Mandela Effect crowd. Jiffy was the popcorn that turned into a foil balloon on the stove top. (Mandela Effect is banned here, I think. If not, it should be.)
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I assume you want it banned so we don’t argue about whether Dolly had braces, and other useful (useless) trivia (from Moonraker)? Seems like a psyop for dummies.
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certain topics were banned but I do not enforce them anymore. It was just to keep this place from being overrun by advocates of say … flat earth. Plenty of places for that. Not here please.
Tyrone is right about Jif and jiffy popcorn. I grew up on both.
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