I’m having difficulty finishing Who Cooked Adam Smith’s Dinner?, the feminist critique of economics by Katrine Marçal. It’s just too real. Every few pages I put it down with a sigh at how true, yet/thus how utterly frustrating, it all is.
So in lieu of a long-planned review, to be completed once I’ve ground my way through the last 30 brilliant, infuriating, vindicating pages, here’s a quotation which nails the key point.
Since Adam Smith’s time, the theory about economic man has hinged on someone else standing for care, thoughtfulness and dependency. Economic man can stand for reason and freedom precisely because someone else stands for the opposite. The world can be said to be driven by self-interest because there’s another world that is driven by something else. And these two worlds must be kept apart. The masculine by itself. The feminine by itself.
If you want to be part of the story of economics you have to be like economic man. You have to accept his version of masculinity. At the same time, what we call economics is always built on another story. Everything that is excluded so the economic man can be who he is.
So he can be able to say that there isn’t anything else.
Somebody has to be emotion, so he can be reason. Somebody has to be body, so he doesn’t have to be. Somebody has to be dependent, so he can be independent. Somebody has to be tender, so he can conquer the world. Somebody has to be self-sacrificing, so he can be selfish.
Somebody has to prepare that steak so Adam Smith can say their labour doesn’t matter.
2 Replies to “QOTD: Somebody has to prepare that steak”
Great work Stephanie. The work of procreation is costless- in their models everyone has 40 years in the full time work force pays off their mortgage and student debt and gets a full kiwisaver– all those slack parents (women) need is a work incentive ! GRRRRR
Years ago, when I first studied the ancient philosophers, I was fascinated by their accounts of the good life, until I got to the bit where both Plato and Aristotle said that the best life was the life of philosophical contemplation. Lovely, I thought, but who gets to do the dishes?!!!