Post 201: Cleaning Out the Man Cave

Stupid this, I hate this, Josie Jensen fumed, packing the last of the old golfing trophies into their cardboard box, why can’t he do this himself??

It was Saturday. She should be hanging out with her friends, at the office. They’d asked her - her! Little Josie! - to help them figure out the new exam rooms and settle on plans for the upper floor. She’d be getting a room, so sweet! Finally she’d be able to move out of her parents’ place and live like an adult. Once construction was done, they’d all be living together like an awesome fun group and it’ll be so cool. It actually gave her shivers, picturing it, the things they’d start to do...

But for now - ugh. She had to live by their rules, her parent’s, her dad’s. Do his stupid fucking chores. Like this - cleaning up the guest house. Packing away all this crap, getting it ready for the redecorators. It was all her dad’s old stuff, mostly. He used to treat this like his dumb man cave, so why wasn’t he doing it himself? Hmph, she hmph’d, as she closed up the box and pushed it aside. I think he just likes to boss me around, Josie thought, now that he can’t boss mom around anymore.

That stopped when he lost his job. It almost made her smile. Suddenly daddy wasn’t numero uno around here, he wasn’t a big-time executive VP with the marketing firm. Suddenly mom was bringing home the paycheck, from her new online consulting business. Suddenly she needed the guest house for her office, and daddy was just going to keep sitting around the house. But he still found time to boss her around, still made her do this.

Josie blew a strand of thick, medium brown hair off her forehead, and huffed. What to do with the stupid concert posters? Her mom would say trash, probably...but would he be mad?

Jesus fucking christ why do I care?? she finally decided, and with another huff she tore one, then the next down off the wall. What’s he gonna do? It made her think back, strangely, to Stephanie’s last Instagram post from this morning. Stephanie was growing, Melissa and the other girls were growing, Josie herself was growing. Maybe soon it wouldn’t be the same. Maybe soon they - men - wouldn’t all be taller, bigger, stronger. If what she was reading on the forums, the private servers for the women’s groups, was right...things would be changing. She felt attracted by the idea. A world where men and women shared an equal size...what would that be like? Or...even better...a world where men were smaller than women. Would men be in charge anymore? Would we stand for it? Or would we change things? Like, really change things? Would we make new laws, a new form of government, like they’re talking about? It made her shiver, again, picturing it, the way the world could be. Fucking yeah, she thought, crumpling up his Moody Blues poster, tossing it into the trash, I can’t wait.

Watch out Daddy.