Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: An Untidy Woman

She’s an untidy woman

‘Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results’.  That quote has often been attributed to Einstein, but he didn’t say it. His wife did. It’s not relativity theory, it’s domestic drudgery. HE equals ME sweared. I sometimes wonder when ‘cleaning around the house’ became something to do with one’s Sunday.  I remember when I used to wake up and plan something like a day at the beach, or a bushwalk: but now I clean cupboards, only to open them a few weeks later to find they have resumed their former chaos.

It’s so much effort maintaining order. It’s clearly not the natural state. I’m tired of spending another minute of my life doing something pointless and ultimately unrewarding. As anyone who has lived with me will attest, I’ve maintained an unrelenting regime of sorting and dusting and wiping and waxing. And Yelling. I am 52, I’ll be dead soon. I don’t want to lie on my death bed thinking ‘fuck I wished I’d cleaned the fan’. Although, if I’m dying and I have to look at a dusty fan, I know it will shit me.

I’ve often wondered why I care so much? Why is so much of my wellbeing and sense of self tied up with this sense I have to achieve domestic excellence? Am I subscribing to the antiquated belief that ‘the cleaner the house, the better the woman’? Do I think less of messy women? Do I think I am ‘better’ because my house is cleaner? There’s this puritanical psychological coding that exists, deep in my brain stem, which insists I clean up if people are coming over. I don’t want them to walk into my house and see my lack of care, my failure to be a clean and tidy woman; evidence that ‘Mandy Nolan is a dirty bitch – on stage, and off.’

During the COVID-19 lockdown I lost interest in cleaning because no-one was coming over. I realised it was a stupid thing to care about, and ultimately it didn’t make me happy. It actually makes me angry, because I feel unvalued, demoralised, and furious when someone leaves a breadboard out. Why? Who cares?  It’s a stupid thing to be bitching about. I’m a feminist, but I still seem to be hell-bent on presenting the perfect housewife façade. Listen to what we say to guests if we think our house isn’t spotless: ‘I’m sorry I haven’t had time to clean up.’ Really? Like it’s an affront? Like our visitor is going to gag if your bin is full? Like their experience of you will be diminished by the crumbs on your bench?

Why are women judged by the state of their homes and men are not? I am sure blokes don’t visit other blokes for an arvo beer and think, ‘fuck Gary really needs to get the spray-and-wipe on his coffee table.’ Or, ‘When do you think he last cobwebbed?’

I spend an inordinate amount of time stressing about things I haven’t done, which have absolutely no impact on my life whatsoever. In fact, doing them does have an impact – it wastes time when I could be doing something like reading, or painting, or shopping, or dancing, or writing, or being with my family, or exercising, or having sex, or sleeping. Housework is killing us. It steals precious hours. I’m not doing it anymore. I’ve decided to give zero fucks. When my husband makes the bed and he doesn’t achieve my level of excellence, I won’t re-make the bed. I’ll learn to leave it.

I thought that doing all this stuff made me happier, but it doesn’t, it just makes me irritable. Does colour coding my underwear drawer make my life better? Will I be happier if the ironing is done? Is there something to be learnt on your knees with a toilet brush? NO. It’s just part of an indoctrination that sees women lose their best hours to unpaid drudgery. I’ve wasted too much of my life giving a shit about stuff that doesn’t matter. That’s why I’ve decided to transition to being a man. Well, having more of a man’s mindset. Or a manset; I am going to start operating with the belief that someone else will do it. Today, I went to the toilet and I didn’t flush. Being a man is going to be fucking awesome.

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9 responses to “Mandy Nolan’s Soapbox: An Untidy Woman”

  1. Sujay says:

    Is it men or other women who actually judge women by the cleanliness of their house Mandy?
    Durring your ‘transitioning’ to a man you will realise that empowering women is not best served by automatically dumping on men like some primative gag reflex

  2. Barry says:

    Mandy has a husband? It never occurred to me!

  3. Heli says:

    Nailed it again Mandy

  4. Lynden says:

    Dear Sujay
    Check your spelling of “primitive” Sujay. Let’s keep the English language correct.

  5. Deidre says:

    Could have been funny if it didn’t go down the division-of-sexes route… and so ended up dull.

    Some women say men are better at cleaning – but who gives a shit? It’s not actually a competition.
    I love having an orderly home but hate routine cleaning – so I live most of the time in a mess and occasionally in paradise.
    To me it is respectful to visitors to not have them sit on fingernails on the lounge or drink from a dirty cup – if you don’t agree, that’s fine too.
    Also I reckon a messy house contributes to anxiety and mental disorder – if you can’t clean your own bedroom, how on earth can you solve bigger problems?

  6. Krissie says:

    Thinking about it… I do agree with the fact that cleaning and tidying (spelling correct?) takes up a lot of time, even more time when you’re some sort of ‘Perfectionista’ but apart from that there is a practical reason (not talking about flushing the toilet:-) : when you tidy up, you know where things are and when you look for something, you might actually find it ! And the other aspect is something I need to look up in the dictionary ah oui, here it is: Esthetics, know what I mean ? What appeals to my sense of esthetics. a tidy room or a messy room and how does living in a messy house affect my mind? There’s more to this issue but I guess the way to deal with it is 1) very personal 2) don’t be shy to ask or pay for someone to help you around the house so you can enjoy more time walking along the beach or whatever you love doing.

  7. It’s called consciousness Mandy! Guilt is the Mafia of the mind. I love the way you are. Xx

  8. Wanda says:

    I think you mean “aesthetics” Krissie.

  9. You had me at “my husband makes the bed”!

    But seriously, I am a super messy person – I was born that way.
    My mother struggled for 18 years to change me – it didn’t work.
    I spent the next 20 years being messy and hating myself for it.
    Then one day, I got sick, really sick – and I gave up the struggle and I stopped giving a f#@k.
    There were more important issues in my life.
    I’ve been sick for almost 18 years and I give less f#@k$ now than I did even then.
    It’s so liberating – and the people whom I love and who love me, didn’t stop loving me.
    And the people whom I don’t love – well, who cares what they think?

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