Women are up against the grass ceiling
When Yankee Candle introduced a scent called “Riding Mower” recently, as part of a line of products that it calls “Man Candles,” it was evidence that, despite our nation’s strides toward gender neutrality, there persists an impermeable divide. Call it a grass ceiling. In three waves of feminism, women have punched through glass only to be pushed back down by thick blades of Centipede and Bermuda. Women may suture wounds or design rockets at work, but at home, it’s a 1950s tableau: A man is there, mowing the lawn.