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Couple Bonding Through PC Building
mikemuch writes "When his lovely girlfriend Glenda needed a new PC, Jason Cross, who spends much of the week assembling PCs with the latest gear to test for ExtremeTech, decided he would let her build it herself. She gave him her list of needs, he came up with a part list, and then watched as she did all the screwdriver wielding herself. Despite a DOA hard drive and some mis-connected wires, everyone was smiling when it was all finished. (Slide show here.)"
Hate to tell you this, but if a professional house builder offered to supervise an average man while he built his own house, the average man would say "sign me up!" If you don't feel that is the case either, I strongly suggest you widen your social circle.
How we know is more important than what we know.
I wouldn't call the parent offtopic just because he suggested the "average man" might want to be guided in building his own house and the topic was about a woman being guided in building computer for her ownself. Many women and men used to do lots more for themselves then they do now and when they didn't know how they often seeked the instructional aid of a friend or family member that was knowledgeable in the area. It hasn't been that long ago since the business of Home Depot was built on the return of being a do-it-youselfer. There was a real market then for such as well as how-to books. Real Estate boon running up the cost of materials might have dampened that a bit. Back around the 70s there seemed to be a effort by many to go back to the land and this series of books was quite popular: The Foxfire Books.
I used to know a young woman that rebuilt antigue bicylcles, classical cars and trucks as well as having built her own house, shop and barn. She also raised livestock and once invited a "city slicker" who had been feeding her a line about wanting to have an oyster dinner with her cause oysters enhanced sex out for some mountain oysters. He asked what those were she invited him out to her ranch for some. When he showed up at the appointed time she took him out to the corral and handed him a knife and a bucket, then pointing at the calves said "there they are, gather you some mountain oysters". He just stood there while she grabbed another bucket, got her own knife out and went to work. She looked around after the second one and the "city slicker" was long gone. Never underestimate the females of the world.
Interesting indeed.
However, I am not atheistic in absurdum.
A notary doesn't have that function anymore and in Holland hasn't had that function for over 300 years. I'm fine with going to one, as long was we don't have to call it marriage.