We usually camp the full Friday through Sunday event, but this year, because of the rescheduling, nostr:npub1jrx2fk666k5nt8vgak9xwyxlgcwh8fl9rvpwvvcpdthuqkcnptrqdfhtaq and I were only able to come down for one day. We brought my pottery and I actually sold some despite the lower than usual turnout.

Each year, they’ve held a Toxic Masculinity competition with spear- and axe-throwing (that USED to be coed…!)

This year, for the first time, they also held a Tradwife competition 👀

I was invited to participate and repeatedly declined, but my husband pointed out it would be pretty funny if I won, which is true…

…it is indeed extremely funny to both of us that I won 🤣

We were scored on speed and skill in several challenges: folding a fitted sheet, diapering a baby, throwing grenades (water balloons) to protect the homestead, and separating egg yolk from white using only the eggshell.

One older woman seemed to have it in the bag with her perfect sheet folding and accurate aim, but I must have beaten her on time and egg separating.

Good thing it was a contest of skills, not strength of belief in the importance of gender roles, or I would not have won:

- a snazzy sash

- in-jokes with my husband I will never live down

- a cast iron skillet

- a silk flower bouquet

- the “baby” we diapered which was a cloth doll handmade by one of the judges, which makes Sophia extremely giggly and happy

It was fun! The energy of the spectators was intense, especially for fitted sheet folding. The organizers picked good challenges and good prizes.

As a bonus, it was a minor point of humor for me to see the menfolk holding the babies during the tradwife competition 😁

#Anarcon #tradwife #irony