So funny. I liked it. I almost shared it.
But why, why, why do all the cyclist jokes and memes feature male cyclists and their female spouses?
Here’s one of my favourites.
Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn’t flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn’t say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, “Nothing I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn’t upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smailed slightly, and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior – I don’t know why he didn’t say, “I love you, too.” When we got home, I felt as I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep – I cried. I don’t know what to do. I’m almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.
There’s this creaking on my bike that sounds like it’s coming from the bottom bracket … can’t figure out why.
And then there’s this one,
I think in the new year I might start redoing these with same sex couples and with female cyclists for those of us who love the humour and hate the gender roles.
Sometimes it would be so easy to fix. I love this column/blog post by Eldon Nelson, How to Justify Your Next Bike.
It’s so funny. Go read it. It starts off on the right foot with no assumption that the cyclist is male.
“We cyclists are simple folk. We don’t need much to keep us happy. Really, all we need are clear skies and a road or trail to make us happy…
Oh, and we need bikes. More specifically, we need another bike. Always. And that means we need to pay for another bike.
Now, it’s not the paying per se that’s difficult. We can always find a way to get the money we need for bike stuff — take a second job, sell a kidney, money laundering, whatever.”
But then BAM, unnecessary gender roles and heteronormativity .
He writes, “What’s difficult is justifying the expense of yet another bicycle, whether it be to our wives, our parents, or to our own nagging conscience.”
How hard would it be to add “husbands” or go for the gender neutral “spouses”?
What are some other examples of gendered bike humour? Do you know any jokes that get it right?