I’m 75, worked until retirement in a male-dominated tech industry, fought this crap, and won a few, so my daughters and granddaughters wouldn’t have to. What’s happening now is infuriating.
Parker has a ceramic dish that sits in a holder, in order to raise the dish to a comfortable level. Vigorous cleaning of said dish lead to serious banging noises. The solution – waffle shelf liner between the dish and the holder.
Parker’s box is in the guest bathroom tub, so the flying litter is pretty much contained, except he can fling it so high that there’s always litter in the soap dish mounted on the shower wall. Sigh.
i’m about your age. I innocently mentioned to my neighbor that I was thinking about getting one of those lightweight, battery-operated chain saws to prune some straggly scrubs. He just responded with soft grunts (typical), but he must have been horrified at the prospect because the next day his buddy was over with his big chainsaw, trimming my scrubs! i was grateful but also kinda disappointed.
Thank you, Georgia, for taking the risk of getting into ‘good trouble, necessary trouble’. And thanks to John Lewis, too.