Happy Thursday, y’all!
On my mind today: what makes a “good” wife. This article, on a woman who blogs about how to be an ideal wife, caught my eye.
On her checklist:
Tip No. 17: A good wife should always shave her legs every day or every other day.
Tip No. 4: A good wife should wear beautiful nightgowns to bed.
Tip No. 8: A good wife always cooks a big Saturday or Sunday breakfast for her family.
Um, OK. Not my cup of tea, but if that’s what floats a wife’s boat, then cool, I thought.
Then I read further. It turns out this impeccably dressed domestic goddess who aspires to look like Betty Draper and keep house like Martha Stewart is not even a wife.
She is a single woman who has always wanted nothing more than to be June Cleaver. She creates “Make-Out Playlists” for wives. She suggests tips on how to iron your husband’s newspaper.
Yes, you read that right.
Is it me, or is that whack?
Even weirder, she works as a personal assistant to actress Monica Horan Rosenthal, who played the sister-in-law on Everybody Loves Raymond.
A philanthropist, Monica leaves the day to day household tasks to Taryn: planning birthday parties, picking out the children’s wardrobes, grocery shopping and running errands.
“It’s strange,” Taryn says. “But I love doing the dishes and laundry.” Especially in a dress, preferably vintage.
So… does that mean Cox’s own employer is not a Good Wife? Or is she a Good Wife-by-proxy because of Cox’s mad domestic skillz?
Cox insists that her appearance will remain impeccable once she becomes a wife. Her home will be spotless. There will be freshly mixed martinis waiting for hubby, and a make-out mix playing on the stereo.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Whew, I needed a good laugh.
Seriously though… what does being a “Good Wife” mean to you? For me, it means being a partner and a friend. It means being my husband’s biggest supporter. Listening to his doubts and offering reassurance. Dreaming about the future and worrying about the kids, together. And yes, it means carving out some time alone, little moments of romance and intimacy, even the occasional night away.
But I’ll just say I was a newspaper reporter for 13 years, and ironing my husband’s newspaper? Never. Crossed. My mind.
Beautiful nightgowns at bedtime? Only if I can whip my breast out of it in the middle of the night to nurse my crying baby. And shaving my legs every day?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Had any good laughs lately? What’s on your mind today? Chat away!