There’s a subset of women’s history/environmental history that holds that electric light was not entirely a good thing for women. With brighter, steadier light, dirt could be seen more easily. Thus cleaning became more intense and time-consuming. This in turn led to further devaluing of women’s labor and deprived women of the free time they’d previously had.
I’ll wait for those familiar with pre-vacuume-cleaner house-keeping to finish laughing and catch their breaths.
And then the kitchen light died.
A fluorescent fixture provided light for the kitchen. The kitchen is narrow, a very 1950s galley design. The middle bulbs of the four worked intermittently. On Tuesday, they quit all together, and the outer two decided to go on strike as well. It was not the bulbs, so DadRed called an electrician.
The gent came this afternoon, looked at the fixture, and grimaced. Age and hard usage had taken their toll, and while he could replace and repair the old fixture, it would be better in the long run to swap it out for LED tube lights. They look just like the old fluorescent bulbs, and fit into the fixture with a very few modifications (remove ballast). DadRed approved and the new lights installed.
They are… bright. Brilliantly bright. Shockingly bright. No dark corner remains anywhere, not even under the cabinets.
You have no idea how much gunk was on the kitchen floor, countertop, and back of the stove.
We did a crash cleaning before MomRed came back from the hair salon.
I think I intensely dislike these new lights.