Women of the world, isn't it time you asked the question: why can't my man be my housewife?
Those who have read my articles before know that I advocate female-led relationships and the feminisation of husbands and boyfriends as the route to harmony and love. This article looks at a typical Saturday in my own marriage where I wear the trousers, metaphorically and sometimes physically and my husband doesn't. Our lifestyle is unusual by current standards but nevertheless results in an extremely loving, affectionate and harmonious relationship where arguments and discord have all but ceased. I would argue therefore this shows that my untypical lifestyle is a blueprint for the future. Here is an overview of a typical weekend day in our life with some of my thoughts thrown in.
How many marriages do you know where the woman 'wears the trousers'? How many matriarchs do you know who rule benignly over the entire family? I believe that this is not enough and I, and many of my female friends, are now embarking on a more formal form of leadership in our marriages and relationships with our menfolk; the
I couldn't believe it. Anger doesn't go anywhere near describing how I felt. I'd been working here, in this office, for five years and I'd done pretty well. Maybe I could be a little outspoken at times but if people don't perform then they need to know about it. If they don't then performance dips, doesn't it? In the world of finance you only get split-second chances and if you miss them you lose millions. I know that I was not officially in charge of the department but I took on the role naturally. A born leader.
I slammed the phone down on my desk and breathed in. Three deep breaths, I told myself. Calm down. I pressed the intercom to my secretary. "Hold my calls for five minutes, Candy."