cumaeansibyl: deputychairman: jacquez45: lemonsharks: graypyre: I just sent this to my husband and h
cumaeansibyl: deputychairman: jacquez45: lemonsharks: graypyre: I just sent this to my husband and his response was “you can’t put a price on that” uh, yeah you can, they just did. The ’70s Feminist Manifesto That’s Still a Must-Read Today My mother used to mutter “I want a WIFE” angrily from time to time. Later, after my parents split up and my mom’s bff’s spouse died, mom’s bff moved in. Mom would come home from work and the house would be clean! Dinner would be ready! Laundry done! Homework checked! She called me up, delighted, a few weeks into it. “I was right! I DID want a wife!” i remember the blissful 14 months when me and my friend shared a nanny, and coming back into the living room to find she had spontaneously tidied up the extreme chaos. That must be what it’s like, being a man, that you can just walk away from some mess to get ready for work, and when you come back somebody else has dealt with it without any physical or mental effort from you. I think about this essay all the time -- source link
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