Some folks have been asking about the origin of this blog. Allow me to explain…

When you look up “domestication” in a dictionary here is what you may find.

From Dictionary.com:
Spelled [duh-mes-ti-keyt] verb, -cat·ed, -cat·ing.
–verb (used with object)
1. to convert (animals, plants, etc.) to domestic uses; tame.
2. to tame (an animal), esp. by generations of breeding, to live in close association with human beings as a pet or work animal and usually creating a dependency so that the animal loses its ability to live in the wild.
3. to adapt (a plant) so as to be cultivated by and beneficial to human beings.
4. to accustom to household life or affairs.
5. to take (something foreign, unfamiliar, etc.) for one’s own use or purposes; adopt.
6. to make more ordinary, familiar, acceptable, or the like: to domesticate radical ideas.

So for animals it means they won’t go potty everywhere or eat all your furniture and clothing.

For humans? In a relationship between a man and a woman – the man does everything that he’s told and she has to cook every once in a while. At least that’s what I’ve been told.

Now that I’ve been officially domesticated, I’m not sure what that changes or if it changes anything at all. I will continue to cook (if you can call it that) whenever I get the chance. I’ll continue to dress up for myself and my partner. I’ll continue to work at keeping things as fun and lovely as they have been. I’ll keep on keeping on, as Amy Sedaris would say…in love and happy domestication.

[Originally posted on www.jessicayflores.com]

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