This weekend David and I attended the wedding of a longtime friend. It was lovely --The bride was beautiful, the groom was beaming, the ceremony was sweet and simple. As I watched them say their vows, I could picture them sitting on the back porch at ninety, holding hands and watching a sunset together. I guess you could say they are meant for each other.
So, it was quite a contrast when, after dinner, a fellow wedding guest began chatting with me about marriage and husbands and kids. "I always say I have four kids..." she began as I cringed in advance for the punchline: "including my husband."
Except it wasn't funny. It's NEVER funny, and yet women go around repeating this joke as if it were the most hilarious thing that has ever come out of their mouths. Ha ha ha. You think your husband is a child. What a scream! Pardon me if I forget to laugh.
How are jokes like this okay? How is it socially acceptable to sit around and talk about our husbands like they are a bunch of buffoons who do nothing but sit in the yard and pick fleas off each other? I mean, aren't these the same guys who provide for the family, help change diapers, sit through chick flicks, and remember our birthdays? You know, the guys who slay dragons and love us and take care of us?
Ugh. The Tyrannical Wife strikes again.
Someone needs to tell that chick to retire.