Harry Potter Rises From the Dead, Defeats Evil, Wants a Sandwich...

Recently, Yoda and I have have finished our latest reading of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. There were many good memories and things that we didn't catch in our first read-throughs. However, one part stands out the most: the last line of the entire series (minus the epilogue). Harry has just survived the horrific Battle of Hogwarts (of which many of his companions did not), survived the Avada Kedavra Curse again, and vanquished the most evil dark wizard of all time. He then ignores all of his celebrating and grieving supporters, barely explains himself to Ron and Hermione, and hardly thinks about Ginny. All he wants is a freaking sandwich! In bed! Made by his house elf! WTH?

So this has lead to multiple discussions about men and their sandwiches. Why are sandwiches so important to men? And why can't they make their own damn sandwiches?!

After a little research, we realized we weren't the only ones questioning the ending of this widely popular seven-part series. Here's a link to another confounded reader.
Quite a ridiculous way to end a series such as this, if you ask me. It also has me wondering about Harry and Ginny's future relationship. Does she ever make him a sandwich?

(Also, we would like to give a shout out to Hermione's amazingly awesome beaded bag which is a key element in the book. Yoda's infinite wisdom: "That beaded bag has more appearances than Ginny.")

Some other references to add to the men-and-their-sandwiches discussion include xkcd, which includes this strip:


A consistent battle has been ongoing on the site dearblankpleaseblank.com. This site allows users to submit short letters addressed to anyone or thing and sign it as anyone or thing.
This letter appeared in the stream:

Dear girls,
If you can read this, make me a sammich.
Sincerely, a boy.

It was followed by these come-backs:

Dear Men,
Please shut up and make your own damn sandwich. Last time I checked you didn't have anything else to do.
Sincerely, I'll Throw the Sandwich in Your Face.

Dear guys who work at Subway,
Look who's making the 'sammich' now.
Sincerely, Girls.

One point of note I would like to make here: Besides the fact that men are obsessed with their sandwiches, why do they insist on spelling it wrong? What the heck is a "sammich?"

There is also one entity not yet considered in this discussion: the sandwich itself. How does it feel about being thrown into this ridiculous vortex of gender roles?

A few dearblankpleaseblank users have considered this:

Dear Sammich,
We didn't mean for you to get caught up in the middle of all this...
Sincerely, Boys and Girls.

Dear Guys and Girls,
I never meant for all this fighting. I just want everyone to get along.
Sincerely, Sammich.

Hmm, I wonder what the genders were of these two posters.

The question also still stands as to why men can't go and make their own damn sandwiches. Here is a man's point of view. This just shows that a man lacks the ability to focus long enough to make sandwiches. Why is this our, the women's, fault?

From a women's point of view (or at least this one's): I don't think that a woman making a man a sandwich is a completely unacceptable situation. The problems arise when the man demands the sandwich out of an attempt of power and pure laziness. A please and thank you would be nice.

There are women who are repelling these demeaning demands. Here is an example of a joke in the opposite direction:

UPDATE:

This post recently arrived on dearblankpleaseblank and I thought it needed mentioning here:

Dear Husband,
I'll make you a sandwich as soon as you bring home some bacon...
Sincerely, Your Wife

That's right!