How to Open a Difficult Jar
The Kind of Jar I'm Talking About
Girl's Gotta Do What a Girl's Gotta Do
Growing up in a household with just women was in many ways quite optimal. Never having to worry if the toilet seat was up, never having to explain what it meant to be a girl, never worrying about explaining the necessity of a shopping trip and other freedoms all came with that privilege. As you might expect, there were some downsides. Like the extra yard work, mowing the lawn and the occasional frustration that happened when one came across an especially difficult jar to open. From this background, however, I have learned to be self-reliant when confronted with a jar that refused to budge. This background, perhaps more typical now, has nevertheless distinguished me at times from the girls who did grow up with fathers.
Without a man, you learn just how much you can do on your own. I still remember the satisfaction (and chagrin) that came from a fifth grade teacher I had telling me that she wanted a boy to carry the heavy box to the sixth grade building. This moment came in on the heels of me spending the weekend cleaning the basement, which entailed moving around a lot of really heavy weights. Dragging fifty pound weights across the floor, I remember my incredulity – and intense ire. If I can clean the basement, mow the lawn and other “manly” tasks, I could sure as hell carry that box. I somehow persuaded the teacher – who was a woman – that I was up to the task. I still remember reaching my destination with the hope that the fusty old woman would change her erroneous assumption of women and their capabilities.
Now, pertaining jar-opening, I can’t help but feel somewhat advantaged in my background experience of not having had a man to run to when a tough jar did come along. Of course, I used to just run to my mom. But my background experience assisted me when a neighbor had difficulty opening a jar. Having felt somewhat alien to the community this girl came from – two parent family, different baggage than me –, I still remember the satisfaction that came when I helped her to open a jar – twice! Every now and then, I realize that I have some pretty awesome skills and insights because of my background. Like opening a jar.
To continue on this somewhat narcisstic trend of feeling proud of where I came from – a strong, single mom who I love despite our disagreement – I have decided to dispense with the valuable insight I have gained in how to open a very difficult jar. Opening a difficult jar is actually quite fun and can be a huge stress relief. Now, here is how my mom taught me to open a difficult jar that didn’t budge no matter how hard we twisted: Take a knife and bang the knife all around the lid. By this, I mean hold the end of the knife vertical-wise as if you were going to club someone with it. Then just bang around on that lid. After a few good bangs, the lid should be twisting a lot easier. If not, just keep banging. I’m not 100 percent sure how this works, but I think it releases some of the air and tension. In any case, this technique has assisted me in opening most every tough jar. Also, I find it very therapeutic after a stressful day. So, now you know, you can commence with the banging!
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