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CM Maccioli's avatar

Feminism is a scourge. I jumped into it for a year, after which sanity was restored. Growing up, I never ever heard a fight, much less an argument or word of profanity coming from my parents. Can anyone today even imagine that? I doubt it. Ma was the caretaker, Pa was the breadwinner. I took my lead from them when I married, even though I also worked outside the home, but not for long. Providing a beautiful refuge for my husband to come home to was my priority. In that way he would be proud of me. A flame in the fireplace waiting for him as he entered the door, clean children, candles burning, dinner on the stove, zero chaos and above all his beautiful smile as he looked upon me with appreciation, and that kiss, expressing his joy of being home.

What I see today, after 60 years of feminism is the woman spread out on the couch (oh, she worked so hard), husband walking in, no greeting (other than "hey") kids made such a mess you can't walk thru the L/R, dinner not made, "It's your turn to change the diaper", men doing their own laundry, it's girls night out, husbands falling asleep from exhaustion on the couch, and staying there thru the night. Weekends come, no breakfast on the table for everyone, kids chauffeured hither & yon, men do all the yard word, start cleaning the house as she can't do it alone, don't forget, we have to go grocery shopping today.

Really, you can't grocery shop alone? I did it forever. It wasn't a chore. Putting laundry into a machine is not a chore. Anything that takes a minute to do is not a chore. Making a bed is not a chore. Bringing him a cold beer after he cuts the grass is not a chore. Ironing his shirt is not a chore. Running into your husbands arms when he comes home is not a chore. Kiss him.

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Joshua Bond's avatar

A very interesting interview; nice to get a different perspective. As a man who got divorced in the late 1980s (not my choice) I was expected to hand over the house (which I had mainly paid for), pay loads of cash, and what - go and live in the car? I refused of course. And looked after the children over 50% of the time anyway as a house-parent doing my PhD on the night-shift. I stayed single for nearly a decade whilst the children grew up, to give them stability (so I believed was the right thing to do), and when eventually found someone else (to whom I am happily married 25+ years later) got another load of interfering demands. All this mainly because of the feminist it's-all-men's-fault flavour-of-the-era in the 1980s/90s. This interview exonerates my experience and choices :))

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