Ashamed to be feminist

I am technologically challenged. And what’s more, sadly and ashamedly non-proactive about it.

My partner is the IT geek. IT is his problem (and a rather big problem it is at present – having to write up his PhD.) My partner is not currently with me. He is over the seas, tramping around New Zealand. I am at home, mostly alone for the little time that I am actually at home. I thought that, being on my own so much and without him to distract me, I would post more. But no. It’s been almost three weeks and nothing from me.

There is a good reason. sort of.

My internet connection was not working and I’ve made a new resolution not to go near blogs at work during the day. Yes, not even at lunch time. Basically, each time I tried to log on, my lovely internet host (who cannot be named for legal reasons har har) would tell me I was not allowed to. I read the forbidding message. There was nothing I could do: I was forbad. I fiddled around on my computer and then tried to log in again. The nasty message appeared again. I looked at the message and then turned the computer off. A few days later, I tried again. Same message. I thought, “My partner will be home soon. I’ll wait for him to fix it.”

I’m terrible. What kind of feminist am I? Damsel in technological distress patiently waits for about two weeks until Knight in Shiny IT Armour rescues her?

Well, let me tell you that I logged onto the internet all by myself. And the evil message thing just let me. I snuck past it – I did not fix anything at all. It did not work last week but it works today.

And don’t worry, I am not at all ashamed to be feminist. But I am hanging my head a little because of my victim-like approach to Technological Problems.

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One Comment

  1. I have the same problem sometimes. My husband is a software engineer, and he has our house rigged up so that there are multiple little boxes with blinking lights and cords running to and fro, and all in the name of technology. So if the Internet connection goes down during the day when he’s at the office, I have no real idea where to begin. I go around unplugging and replugging cords and cables, and rebooting things until (sometimes) the problem is solved. Otherwise, I just sit here bored, twiddling my thumbs. I’m so dependent on the Internet for everything. Work, communications, news… It’s sad!

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