Have you seen that new commercial for Dixie paper plates? It begins with a mother smiling, “I won’t be defined by the number of dishes I do!”
What the?! How could any person be defined but such an arbitrary activity?
What on earth could this possibly mean? In what situation could this make sense?
At the Mommies Group:
—“Oh, there’s Jane. Did you hear that she does 17 dishes?”
—“I heard it was more like 24! Can you believe it? She must be…”
Be what? Managing a household? Living her life?
Really, who judges someone for cleaning what is soiled?
Maybe what Dixie is trying to infer is that doing dishes means you must be too “poor” to have a dishwasher—and who wants the shame of admitting economic struggle?
Or perhaps what Dixie is getting at is that people who can be defined by the sheer volume of dishes they must wash are fat. After all, how did all those dishes get dirty?
Later in the commercial, another mother shares her relief about how using paper plates allows her more time with her kids. Wouldn’t a mother who has her kids’ best interests in mind prefer to teach them about the environment, recycling and reducing waste? Not to mention the cost saved from not throwing away plate after plate, or the impact on landfills, you would think she’d be more relieved to know she’s protecting her children and grandchildren’s future by also saving some trees.
I’m not anti-paper plate. But I won’t be defined by them, either. And I’m confident that, unlike another one of the ad’s moms, I am stronger than even a Dixie paper plate.