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[kittydesade]

Ergänzen Sie die Kommentare von Markus über die Situation der Frauen in Deutschland mit den passenden Relativpronomen.

1. Viele Frauen sind mit dem Frauenbild, die in vielen Schulbüchern noch zu finden ist, unzufrieden.
2. In diesen Büchern ist es immer ein Junge, der etwas baut oder Fussball spielt.
3. Und es ist immer ein Mädchen, die zusieht und weniger gefährliche Sachen macht.
4. Die Frauen, die Berufe wie Elektrikerin und Mechanikerin gelernt haben, haben es besonders schwer.
5. Man nennt eine Frau, die wegen der Arbeit vier Tage von zu Hause weg ist, eine Rabenmutter.
6. Ein Mann, der dieselbe Arbeit macht, ist aber kein Rabenvater.
7. Es gibt also noch traditionelle rollen, von denen Männer und Frauen sich emanzipieren müssen.


I have about two, maybe three more exercises in this German book and then I'm done. And then I have to work on translations all day. Bzuh. When the fuck did this happen?

Actually did get some header templates and full page templates up! Woo! And I even smashed a fucking conclusion out of that one story for submission, and I have no idea how I did that but I'll take it. Did not get the full scene out of line edits but the day is still young. Ish. Okay, it's middle aged. And I still have time and room for some line edits between doing the various posts. What I do not have time for, brain, is doing things with the desert world. Put down the painted man and step away from the wild child sand witch. Let it go, woman.

I also really do need to put my amaryllis bulbs into pots and tie up the sage before it starts turning into a sage creeper instead of a sage plant. I'm not sure whether or not raised beds will actually happen this weekend, but I definitely need to do some actual tending of the plants I have. And possibly dig around in the pots I have and get rid of the ones that aren't growing anything so I can put other things in those. Maybe try tomatoes and peppers again, but maybe try other things like, um. Thyme. Since that's all my Scarborough garden is missing.

Something something stuff. Potatoes. I am not fucking going back out in that coldass wet weather to get the kind of potatoes I usually use for, um. Not really steak fries because they're not fries, but. We call them onion potatoes. Chunky hash browns? Something. So, mashed potatoes it is. Hell with it. I'm really loving this whole domestic thing. I know it doesn't magically make everything better to have the perfect house or whatnot, and the thought of the house getting so messy that I have to clean all of it is a pain, and there's all the gardening to do, but. Oddly. I'm really, really enjoying all the little domestic things I'm getting done. Go figure. In a way, it feels weird to think of myself as being domestic. And yet it's the right adjective to attach to all that set of things I love doing.