I've slowly started to move. Heavy stuff first, of course, and that means furniture. Although most people would find moving annoying, I actually find this quite amusing even though I'm doing all of this myself. Getting a place to live is one of the most basic things in life, but I think this is quite an accomplishment given that most girls I know (even if they are going for PhDs or MDs) would rope in the first brawny guy that popped into their heads and make him do all the dirty work.
Am I independent to a fault? I don't know; maybe circumstance made me this way. No guy has ever helped me move anything--if something was extremely heavy, I always figured out a way to move it myself. One of my housemates offered up her brawny boyfriend to help me move, but I declined. For one thing, I don't think a guy would be very happy having someone else volunteer his services to a strange girl. And for another, I don't like other people handling my stuff.
All of this huffing and puffing and hauling things around reminded me of last summer when former housemates #1, #2, and #3 were moving out. All three of them were very smart PhD students but when it came down to moving an object from point A to point B, they stood around like stereotypical girly-girls wringing their hands while their boyfriends carted out the oversized suitcases and heavy appliances.
So I think: are women supposed to let men do all this stuff? Am I weird and stubborn because I'm not going about moving in the usual way? And don't tell me that any guy would automatically help--I've done some heavy lifting and passing guys don't offer help out of their own volition let alone look at me. (Maybe red-faced girls holding large boxes are extremely unattractive.)
