As I got home and was putting the groceries away, I picked up said brownie mix to put in the cupboard and caught a glimpse of the directions. At the very top, in big, fancy letters, it said:
"Your wife needs..."
followed by the list of ingredients/supplies.
I was appalled. Confused. Furious. What on earth? I don't consider myself much of a feminist, but this crossed a line, and all of those repressed feminist instincts came to the surface as I tried to figure out what advertising genius thought it was a good idea to put THAT on the box. This is 2011 people! Why the assumption that the WIFE would be the one purchasing and doing all of the baking!?! Never mind that that's the way it is, always has been, and ever shall be in this household (I would definitely faint from shock and surprise if my hubby ever even suggested that he would bake up some tasty treats). But even so-the nerve! Honestly!
Anyway, after all of these crazy thoughts (and more!) went swirling around in my head (which really only took about 1.409876 seconds) I looked at the box again to see:
"You will need..."
Oh. Carry on.