Domestic words heard everyday in my house were things like “bills” and “food,” and when I think of domestic objects, I see books, and the glass coffee table, and the huge corner couch that I practically inhabited.
she relaxed into the yellow cushions, gingerly trying to avoid the many propped up teddy bears. she took a sip of her martini and giggled, staring straight into Everett’s eyes.
Domestic violence resonates through the tiny dark cul-de-sac. Yells and screams have never been so loud, and yet at the same time so silent and unheard. This is what passes for normalcy these days. I guess we just have to walk on, and say that it is okay. That everything is alright.
Emily
Domesticated animals? Umm… They’re nice… I bet if dinosaurs were domesticated, they would still be around, now wouldn’t they? Yes. Yes they would. I’m right here.
Domestic violence is a terrible thing that should be looked into more by governments all of the world. There should be post councilling available to any that need or deserve it and the police should try far harder to protect victims.
Mia
A domestic bromide. The commonplace inquiries and responses we make through out our living together. These are the things that keep us bound so closely together you and I, and I cherish every single one of them. I wouldn’t be able to get up in the mornings if it weren’t for your voice greeting me with, “you’re playing with yourself again.”
Is the Lamb and the Dog. But is the Women? Or has that leaf been blown away? Why is it that things must settle, why not always be wild? Wild as the wind. Maybe that is the last thing untouched…
Domesticated help, the wild, not so rare, untrained Nepalese,
that brings me my morning chocolate milk and eggs with cheese ,
This is an ode to thee, so you may know how much I miss thee…
violence. Is it bad that my mind skips directly to the negative? but it’s true that ever ten seconds a woman is beaten by her husband and young boys who live in that environment are ten times as likely to be violent when they get older. I know that I’ve never been affected by this, but I know people who have been. It needs to stop.
Alyssa
domestic partnership is the wedding of two lesbians and they are beautiful it is wonderful to see two people in love getting married but on facebook sometimes people do it with other girls as a joke. i dont think its bad but i dont think its the best either. its unfair to the lesbians in love and actually getting married i feel like its mocking them somehow you know ?
adrian
Domestic is not a dirty word. Its comfortable and pleasant, but sometimes one needs a break from it. Like someone you really love. That is domesticity.
Colter
Domestic bliss. That’s what she’d always wanted. Just a simple life, with a good man who loved her madly, a couple of kids and a little house with the cliched white picket fence. What she got instead was far from that…
violence. it is a growing problem in the United States that needs further action taken to prevent it from taking place. They glamorize it on TV shows like Teen Mom and it should not be looked at as something for entertainment purposes.
Ashly
animals on farms are so boring. but a cat! a silly domestic cat can do the most amazing things…more so when no one is watching. so dont watch your cat.
araya
Domestic can be violence, an animal. anything. When i think of domestic. i think of social studies. we learn so many terms using domestic. they allj umbke together and stuff. its crazy. domestic violence really sucks cuz thats scarey. what do you do hwn that happens?and the amount of people that have to live with it. not fair really.
Victoria
Domestic, oh boy, domestic…home and hearth and all that barf. i am wistful about being that person but the truth is, i am not that person. And i would rather write or make art than push a mop or make a souflle any day. still, i can dream.
marilyn
einu sinni var kall sem skildi ekki hvað orðið domestic þýddi …þannig að hann skýrði köttinn sinn domestic…domestic…hættu að borða póstinn minn sagði hann þennan morgun þegar kötturinn einmitt borðaði jólakortin og gluggapósitinn en kalllinum þótti ofur vænt um domestic og klappaði honum bara…stuttu síðar komu þeir og húsið fór undir hamarinn…domestic og kallinn gerðust flakkarar réðu sig í vinnu á fraktara, sáu allan heiminn og urðu hamingjusamir. lausir við allt prjál, fasteignagjöld og óþverra. lífið lét kvið þá
Bjargey
Domestic? That’s a funny word. It reminds me of the olden days, when they domesticated animals. It’s interesting, back then that was probably considered cruel. But now, that’s probably considered as niceness to animals. Because now, we do much worse to animals.
donutbird
Domestic abuse is wrong. People should abuse the abusers with a large 2×4 and name them Bubba Sue. why? Because it would be humiliating, that’s why. The man who harms a loving woman should be destroyed like Lady Gaga’s manhood.
Dirali
I find it ironic that ‘domestic’ is today’s word. At the eye doctor’s, sitting in a sticky, humid waiting room with leather couches that glued themselves to my sweaty thighs, I opened a National Geographic or something of that ilk, one of those information magazines that are set out there, and it spoke of domesticating foxes, and them replacing dogs as man’s best friends. National Geographic- you’re way behind. I’ve known since I was six that I wanted either a skunk or a fox as a pet. (Another intriguing fact that I can’t help but insert; cats are the only animal that domesticated themselves, adapting to live in such a way that benefited them, rather than being forced to live beneficial lives for humans.)
domestic abuse is rising as poverty increases. Its becoming so unbearable that many police cases are now mainly surrounded by domestic abuse.
lea
violence, households, families and pet to become domestic is to fit in to that which is considered right and moral and acceptable. domesticated, like a wild animal thats strayed in from a far away place and been taken care of, perhaps it never ever even wanted to be given food from a tin.
bridie
ABUUUUSSSEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
LOL, JK. That’s not funny.
That’s not even remotely funny.
Rachael
Domestic makes me think of women. Housework, child raising and also violence. This saddens me because I am a woman…and a feminist! Seeing your own prejudices isn’t an attractive thing, especially when they’re against your own kind. Thanks Nigella Lawson.
Charli
domestic is a word describing common things, things you are used to like things you find laying around in your house, a domestic disturbance is something bad that happens in your house, a domesticated animal is a tammed animal, domestic things are household things like lamps, friges, and pots.
carlos
it was then that i left the kitchen, carrying a tray with fish in breadcrumbs on it, and decided to just dump it over his head. he wasn’t expecting me to serve him the food, so for a second he looked delighted.
i almost felt bad.
then i tipped it over him, and he swore, and he chased me out of the room, down the hallway, out onto the street.
charlotte
domestic. You can domesticate a wild animal like a cat. That means it is wild but you train it to be a house cat. So, you domesticate it. Anyway. Domestic trees are the ones that have their leaves fall in the end of winter.
meriselle
domestic life, it’s constraining and heartbreaking, yet utterly necessary for 98% of us. We complain about it and most are terrified in their late teens of it, and yet, we crave it… most people either actively yearn or have a vague idea that ‘one day’, they’ll be firmly and comfortably situated in ‘domestic’ life, however traumatic and disturbing their personal experiences to date have been.
general pardinas
Domesticity is scary and stupid. Who decided that having a simple clean organized life was for the best? Who said that cooking and cleaning were important? I say screw the domestic. I saw lets live life without worrying about the mess we made… we can fix things when we are dead.
Lauren
Domestic walls choke me, I can’t stay here sitting on my chair and think that in this house there’s not a place for me because it seems that nobody cares about me, about how I feel trapped in this prison. No one tries to understand me and I don’t know what to do.
she smiles as she scrubs the pans, her own hands rubbed raw. she smiles as she dusts the bookcases and sweeps the floors. but she is not happy – the domestic housewife.
Domestic walls choke me, I can’t stay here sitting on my chair and think that in this house there’s not a place for me because it seems that nobody cares about me, about how I feel trapped in this prison. No one tries to understand how I feel and I don’t know what to do. It is not
I never thought I ‘d want to be a wife someday. I was an independent fucking woman, goddammit.
Emily
Oh here I am again, stuck in this domestic prison. Like a hamster in a cage, but being domesticated, domesticated, domesticated. Frustrated. Alienated. I don’t want to run round and round and round on this stupid fucking wheel.. And it smells rank in here. Who wants domestic bliss when you can be wild!?
domestic. conjures up so many meanings, so many thoughts. What if I don’t want to be domestic? What if I want to be wild, free, untamed? What if I want to be able to speak my thoughts and have them heard? What if my role is not to just stay at home and domesticate my space and you and my dog and my kids? What if I want to tear down that picket fence that’s boxing me in and explore the world?
Caroline
i cant stand my cat. i found out i was allergic to her, and then i had a reason. she’s siamese and acts that part, perfectly. i must admit that sometimes, though, she can be lovely…like when she’s sleeping.
Domestic violence. Violence within your own territory. Violence that isn’t very far away. Violence within your own home, perhaps. Domestic animals. Animals that live inside the home. Animals that are well behaved. Unadventurous. Calm. Reserved. He’s very domestic. He doesn’t leave much. He doesn’t do much.
Sarah
The next word to pop into my head: abuse. She blamed herself when we were growing up, I think she still does. But she did a heck of a job with her life when she finally did get out of that house, and for that I look up to her. No matter how she sees herself, I was raised by one of the strongest, sweetest women in this world.
Domestic.
The next word to generally pop into my head: abuse.
We hear about it on the news, we see its results, and sometimes experience it.
What a shame.
Domestic words heard everyday in my house were things like “bills” and “food,” and when I think of domestic objects, I see books, and the glass coffee table, and the huge corner couch that I practically inhabited.
domestic love is what i’m all about…
she relaxed into the yellow cushions, gingerly trying to avoid the many propped up teddy bears. she took a sip of her martini and giggled, staring straight into Everett’s eyes.
Domestic violence resonates through the tiny dark cul-de-sac. Yells and screams have never been so loud, and yet at the same time so silent and unheard. This is what passes for normalcy these days. I guess we just have to walk on, and say that it is okay. That everything is alright.
Domesticated animals? Umm… They’re nice… I bet if dinosaurs were domesticated, they would still be around, now wouldn’t they? Yes. Yes they would. I’m right here.
Domestic violence is a terrible thing that should be looked into more by governments all of the world. There should be post councilling available to any that need or deserve it and the police should try far harder to protect victims.
A domestic bromide. The commonplace inquiries and responses we make through out our living together. These are the things that keep us bound so closely together you and I, and I cherish every single one of them. I wouldn’t be able to get up in the mornings if it weren’t for your voice greeting me with, “you’re playing with yourself again.”
Is the Lamb and the Dog. But is the Women? Or has that leaf been blown away? Why is it that things must settle, why not always be wild? Wild as the wind. Maybe that is the last thing untouched…
Domesticated help, the wild, not so rare, untrained Nepalese,
that brings me my morning chocolate milk and eggs with cheese ,
This is an ode to thee, so you may know how much I miss thee…
violence. Is it bad that my mind skips directly to the negative? but it’s true that ever ten seconds a woman is beaten by her husband and young boys who live in that environment are ten times as likely to be violent when they get older. I know that I’ve never been affected by this, but I know people who have been. It needs to stop.
domestic partnership is the wedding of two lesbians and they are beautiful it is wonderful to see two people in love getting married but on facebook sometimes people do it with other girls as a joke. i dont think its bad but i dont think its the best either. its unfair to the lesbians in love and actually getting married i feel like its mocking them somehow you know ?
Domestic is not a dirty word. Its comfortable and pleasant, but sometimes one needs a break from it. Like someone you really love. That is domesticity.
Domestic bliss. That’s what she’d always wanted. Just a simple life, with a good man who loved her madly, a couple of kids and a little house with the cliched white picket fence. What she got instead was far from that…
violence. it is a growing problem in the United States that needs further action taken to prevent it from taking place. They glamorize it on TV shows like Teen Mom and it should not be looked at as something for entertainment purposes.
animals on farms are so boring. but a cat! a silly domestic cat can do the most amazing things…more so when no one is watching. so dont watch your cat.
Domestic can be violence, an animal. anything. When i think of domestic. i think of social studies. we learn so many terms using domestic. they allj umbke together and stuff. its crazy. domestic violence really sucks cuz thats scarey. what do you do hwn that happens?and the amount of people that have to live with it. not fair really.
Domestic, oh boy, domestic…home and hearth and all that barf. i am wistful about being that person but the truth is, i am not that person. And i would rather write or make art than push a mop or make a souflle any day. still, i can dream.
einu sinni var kall sem skildi ekki hvað orðið domestic þýddi …þannig að hann skýrði köttinn sinn domestic…domestic…hættu að borða póstinn minn sagði hann þennan morgun þegar kötturinn einmitt borðaði jólakortin og gluggapósitinn en kalllinum þótti ofur vænt um domestic og klappaði honum bara…stuttu síðar komu þeir og húsið fór undir hamarinn…domestic og kallinn gerðust flakkarar réðu sig í vinnu á fraktara, sáu allan heiminn og urðu hamingjusamir. lausir við allt prjál, fasteignagjöld og óþverra. lífið lét kvið þá
Domestic? That’s a funny word. It reminds me of the olden days, when they domesticated animals. It’s interesting, back then that was probably considered cruel. But now, that’s probably considered as niceness to animals. Because now, we do much worse to animals.
Domestic abuse is wrong. People should abuse the abusers with a large 2×4 and name them Bubba Sue. why? Because it would be humiliating, that’s why. The man who harms a loving woman should be destroyed like Lady Gaga’s manhood.
I find it ironic that ‘domestic’ is today’s word. At the eye doctor’s, sitting in a sticky, humid waiting room with leather couches that glued themselves to my sweaty thighs, I opened a National Geographic or something of that ilk, one of those information magazines that are set out there, and it spoke of domesticating foxes, and them replacing dogs as man’s best friends. National Geographic- you’re way behind. I’ve known since I was six that I wanted either a skunk or a fox as a pet. (Another intriguing fact that I can’t help but insert; cats are the only animal that domesticated themselves, adapting to live in such a way that benefited them, rather than being forced to live beneficial lives for humans.)
domestic abuse is rising as poverty increases. Its becoming so unbearable that many police cases are now mainly surrounded by domestic abuse.
violence, households, families and pet to become domestic is to fit in to that which is considered right and moral and acceptable. domesticated, like a wild animal thats strayed in from a far away place and been taken care of, perhaps it never ever even wanted to be given food from a tin.
ABUUUUSSSEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
LOL, JK. That’s not funny.
That’s not even remotely funny.
Domestic makes me think of women. Housework, child raising and also violence. This saddens me because I am a woman…and a feminist! Seeing your own prejudices isn’t an attractive thing, especially when they’re against your own kind. Thanks Nigella Lawson.
domestic is a word describing common things, things you are used to like things you find laying around in your house, a domestic disturbance is something bad that happens in your house, a domesticated animal is a tammed animal, domestic things are household things like lamps, friges, and pots.
it was then that i left the kitchen, carrying a tray with fish in breadcrumbs on it, and decided to just dump it over his head. he wasn’t expecting me to serve him the food, so for a second he looked delighted.
i almost felt bad.
then i tipped it over him, and he swore, and he chased me out of the room, down the hallway, out onto the street.
domestic. You can domesticate a wild animal like a cat. That means it is wild but you train it to be a house cat. So, you domesticate it. Anyway. Domestic trees are the ones that have their leaves fall in the end of winter.
domestic life, it’s constraining and heartbreaking, yet utterly necessary for 98% of us. We complain about it and most are terrified in their late teens of it, and yet, we crave it… most people either actively yearn or have a vague idea that ‘one day’, they’ll be firmly and comfortably situated in ‘domestic’ life, however traumatic and disturbing their personal experiences to date have been.
Domesticity is scary and stupid. Who decided that having a simple clean organized life was for the best? Who said that cooking and cleaning were important? I say screw the domestic. I saw lets live life without worrying about the mess we made… we can fix things when we are dead.
Domestic walls choke me, I can’t stay here sitting on my chair and think that in this house there’s not a place for me because it seems that nobody cares about me, about how I feel trapped in this prison. No one tries to understand me and I don’t know what to do.
she smiles as she scrubs the pans, her own hands rubbed raw. she smiles as she dusts the bookcases and sweeps the floors. but she is not happy – the domestic housewife.
Domestic walls choke me, I can’t stay here sitting on my chair and think that in this house there’s not a place for me because it seems that nobody cares about me, about how I feel trapped in this prison. No one tries to understand how I feel and I don’t know what to do. It is not
I never thought I ‘d want to be a wife someday. I was an independent fucking woman, goddammit.
Oh here I am again, stuck in this domestic prison. Like a hamster in a cage, but being domesticated, domesticated, domesticated. Frustrated. Alienated. I don’t want to run round and round and round on this stupid fucking wheel.. And it smells rank in here. Who wants domestic bliss when you can be wild!?
domestic. conjures up so many meanings, so many thoughts. What if I don’t want to be domestic? What if I want to be wild, free, untamed? What if I want to be able to speak my thoughts and have them heard? What if my role is not to just stay at home and domesticate my space and you and my dog and my kids? What if I want to tear down that picket fence that’s boxing me in and explore the world?
i cant stand my cat. i found out i was allergic to her, and then i had a reason. she’s siamese and acts that part, perfectly. i must admit that sometimes, though, she can be lovely…like when she’s sleeping.
Domestic violence. Violence within your own territory. Violence that isn’t very far away. Violence within your own home, perhaps. Domestic animals. Animals that live inside the home. Animals that are well behaved. Unadventurous. Calm. Reserved. He’s very domestic. He doesn’t leave much. He doesn’t do much.
The next word to pop into my head: abuse. She blamed herself when we were growing up, I think she still does. But she did a heck of a job with her life when she finally did get out of that house, and for that I look up to her. No matter how she sees herself, I was raised by one of the strongest, sweetest women in this world.
Domestic.
The next word to generally pop into my head: abuse.
We hear about it on the news, we see its results, and sometimes experience it.
What a shame.