Sunday, February 8, 2009

Here's my Whine.


I am all for some women's rights and shit. I mean, A to the Men that we can vote and work and drive. And all that other stuff like bear and birth children. We can even breastfeed and if you are REALLY ballsy, in public without *gasp* a titty-tent.

But, ladies? Clue me in to the Blissfully Domestic bit. Because the name alone makes me wanna fucking puke all over your Martha Aprons and spit shined loafers. Ugh?!

BLISSFULLY? DOMESTIC? I can't be alone in envisioning happy houswives, brandy in hand when your husbands walk in the door. Which is cool and the gang, but so oddly out of left field batting right wing.

If I have this right, Blissfully Domestic -should you be a Super Hero- your kryptonite should be Pornstar SingleParent. Or Begrudgingly Industrial. Or Pissed In Your Petunias?

When did we get to be SO politically ass backwards?

1 comment:

Marinka said...

"Blissfully Domestic" sounds like an oxymoron to me. Like "Good Housekeeping".