Today is International Women Day. Or as it appeared on my Facebook newsfeed, "Let us guilt women back into being barefoot and stuck in the kitchen while the man of the house brings in the bacon."
Now, one of my regular readers will completely agree with this idea---despite the fact that he claims otherwise---because he is that special type of alpha male who wants to make 'Murica great again by giving everyone a gun, sex orgies, and outlawing liberal politicians.
Me, on the other hand, is someone who has a load of laundry in the washing machine, and is trying to figure out what to cook for dinner while screaming at the cats to play nice with one another. Oh yes, I am that insult to womanhood, called a house-husband.
And my regular reader will use this as evidence that you should not be reading my little blog...because obviously, I must have failed at life, if I am at home doing the laundry and dishes. After all, no real man would actually be happy being a house-wife.
Yet, here I am---happy to stay at home while my wife earns more money than I do.
(Not that hard really, considering that I am a writer---don't get me started on how much your average writer makes---just another sign my regular reader will note that proves that you should not listen to me, and only read his crap-fest of a blog, Facebook group, and website.)
Now, I will admit that I am not a good house-husband. I get distracted a lot. And I hate to vaccuum.
But still, me being at home doing chores allows my wife to work in a forty hour plus job. She had the freedom to choose her career. And so did I.
And just remember, as my regular reader will note, that I am a total failure as a person, a man, and a magician, because I choose to be a struglling writer and a half-ass house-husband.
Happy International Women Day!