The navel gazing doesn't start and end in this little space. I inflict it upon poor ESK pretty much non-stop. And, still . . . she brings me food. Clearly, we won't be sharing a bunk in the afterlife.
We read an article yesterday on mail order brides and the notion that men who seek mail order brides are trying to create a situation where they have the upper hand in household bargaining. (i.e. . . . marry a woman who may or may not have the backbone or resources to expect to be a full equal in the marriage and household.)
Frankly, I can't quite wrap my brain around what that would look and feel like. Despite years of marching towards more equality for men and women in the public and private spheres, is there a secret longing for the imagined past? (Ya'll do know that the days of the happy-to-serve-you housewife never really existed, right?)
Yesterday, as I was leaving work, I found a quarter on the ground next to my car. I made a quip about being 25 cents richer at the end of the day as at the beginning and went home. When I got home, I offered the Phenom the quarter . . . saying it was the "money I earned today." Then, to the Phenom's bewilderment said that I thought I'd try being subservient and just turn my money over to him. I think he thought it was a trick. It kinda freaked him out and he gave it back to me.
Our household is so equal that the mere idea of one of us dominating the other kinda freaks us both out. I take that for granted. Maybe more folks should.
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