"What's That Smell In The Kitchen?" - Marge Peircey

It's ironic that I am writing about that smell in the kitchen when I am attempting to cook a chicken at the same time. I just haven't gotten around to catching it yet. I'm kidding! I am keeping it in the cage till I build up enough courage to... do it. Kidding again. I bought it at the first mass consumer corporation grocery store I could find. I was lucky enough to obtain one of the several thousand chickens they had. Returning to the poem, which I didn't even start writing about yet...

WOMEN'S OPPRESSION. And where would women be today without the kitchen, and the supply of lethal weapons and reagents within their home in a home. Kidding once again... at least about the kitchen being the home in a home for women. A poem relating burning food to women fighting against being repressed. That's quality work'woman'ship (punny, I know) at its finest. Peircey turns a serious topic into something of a comedy, but one that still retains it seriousness about oppression of women. It lets people know what's going on, and what better way to enforce an idea that should be acknowledged then to include it in a humourous piece of literature.

Women, using what they were given and brought up using, or taught to use are fight back they only way they were taught how. Through the kitchen. Your man comes home expecting a lovely pork roast, and what do you show him. A black lump or carbon, which on closer inspection, looks like Ab Lincoln. Take that, repressing husband. If you want something decent to eat, you better let me vote! It can be argued that the women in the story are acting out passive aggressively, which can be understandable. How else are they able to act out when they are constantly repressed by 'the man'. Truly an amazing feat. Conquering women's oppression one meal at a time.

And this folks concludes my journal project about literature. It was certainly an adventure to say the least, and this is the first project, that was worth something in class that allowed me to be myself, without the barriers that normal essay writing brings about. It allowed me to release my creativeness through writing, which I would have done anyway, AND gain some excellent gradable material for my English class. All in all, a productive three months. At least for my writing ability and my imagination. An excellent project even if it wasn't worth anything in class.