Sexism

I feel like I should be offended whenever I go into William Sonoma (or the like) and during checkout face the inevitable inquiry, "Is this a gift?"

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I've got a london broil, onion, garlic, rice and a healthy dose of wine stuffed into a shiny new pressure cooker, and I'm wondering how many times I'll have to use this contraption before I'll no longer fear some sort of explosion. Pressure mixed with heat scares me.