Having said the above, I've often pondered what would happen to our economy if just 50% of women who are working stopped doing so and became full time mommies. I think it would literally destroy the economy because the last data I recall said that fully 70% of women of working age are, in fact, working.
It would not destroy the economy because it would not happen overnight. Folks would always adjust for the decrease in labor and income. Prices would fall, guys would feel more responsible for being successful during "the hunt." Divorce rates would plunge because folks would be seeing themselves as vital components of a dang team. Homes would be run much better. And I think because of the good aspects of the womens movement, women would be much more honored and respected by their husbands than during the 50s. (I mean, we gotta admit. Lotta men were dang stupid during the 50's, having all those lovely wives and not even dang listening to them. Dat mess seems dang stupid to me now, and I suspect it seems that way to me because I have been woke up by women folk. I'm glad for it too).
No one but no one can command a home like a woman - I mean a real woman - not those thangs runnin' around here claiming to be women but who in their hearts really want a set of testicles to sport. Am I sexist? I don't give a crap about it. Men are dang barbarians. Leave a guy to run a house and in a dang week it will become a dang cave. Real women, may God above bless them all, make homelife worth living.
My wife never needed no dang body for no material thing. And even today if I was to croak right ni she could keep movin' like nuthin' happened. But despite this material independence, from our very first day in our house together she kissed me when I left home for work and met me at the door with a smile and a kiss when I returned. As my boys one-by-one came online, I had to hug and kiss every single one of them before I left and when I got home. I'd walk out the door every dang day, look back, see my wife and a whole buncha kids blowing kisses, smiling (the little kids cryin' because they didn't want me to leave) and waving me goodbyes at the door until I was outta sight. Even my teens did it (and do it). Sometimes, I'd pull around the corner and just sit awhile to catch my dang breath. And every day I returned home that last 2 miles to my house would nearly kill me because it seemed I just couldn't get home fast enough.
Lotsa junk done changed since those early days. But I still hug my boys (and dang sho hug my girl), even the oldest of them, and I will do it until the day I die. My wife taught me that and a whole bunch of other amazing stuff.
No dang guy can do that mess. Only a wife in a home can do it. Wives don't just make the dang kids healthier and happier. They make the mens healthier and happier too. |
