My mother is forever rolling her eyes whenever I mention that there's no way I'm going to be some man's housekeeper.
You know it actually makes me sad to remember that I used to say all the same things to my dad when I was a young girl.
I used to stand there and declare to him furiously that I would never ever be the housewife.
When I was mid twenties and me and my father grew closer, he said to me he used to love that about me. He always believed that I would never be some mans slave and he couldn't weight up the woman I became with the little girl he was once so proud of for saying all of those things.
Maybe if he had told me he was proud of that part of me as a young girl I would have grown into a woman who didn't get pulled in to that stupidity later on in life. Intsead all they do is laugh at you and crush you down and remind you over and over that 'it's just a dream'. Reality is much more different.
Sigh.
Well I got there in the end.
I don't mind cooking something nice. I like to do nice things sometimes and my food is awesome, but really I want an end to the drugdery of my so called gender role.
I'm sick of losing friends to it, sick of watching the skittles falls as sperm filled balls knock em over and straight into the kitchen......because that is exactly what happens around me. Friends, females who were once fun to hang around with (and of course I have been there) now stop in a panic because dinner needs to be on the table, and I loathe losing my friends as they fill their delegated positions.