The D Spot

As I scrubbed my kitchen clean this morning, I started thinking about the roles of women in modern society.
I was sadly disturbed when I realized that things have only changed on the surface, but underneath, the same-old stereotypes are running rampant in today’s society.
While its true that many of us are not wearing our pearls a-la June Cleaver, its also true that society still expects us to fulfill our ‘womanly duties’.
The new age of feminism proclaims we can have it all–the career, the family, and all the money we can earn.
However, the unspoken trade we make in such an agreement is that while we can have it all if we want it…we are still responsible for the general feeding, clothing, and upkeep of our respective families.
Go to work, burst that proverbial glass ceiling. Buy the expensive car on your own salary and wear all the business suits you want….
but don’t forget to pick up milk and diapers on your way home, make a healthy dinner before you take the kids to soccer practice, and remember that you have three loads of laundry waiting to be washed, dried and folded before you can go to bed and succomb to yet more womanly duties.
Yeah, the modern world holds so much for the modern woman.
The 50/50 break that we were somehow promised in the heyday of the 80′s hasn’t truly materialized. Where did Mr. Mom go?
Back to the boardroom, by the looks of it.
And he still comes home at 530 each day, expecting his meal and his newspaper.
We women rush around, proudly sporting the label of ‘soccer mom’ while underneath I suspect there seethes a growing discontent in the uneven amount of responsibility we have somehow accrued.
Where is ‘soccer dad?’
Hell, where is “laundry and vacuum dad’ for that matter.
I swept and mopped and vacuumed today because since I worked the last two days, everything I cleaned and maintained on my previous days off had fallen by the wayside.
I cannot be the only one facing this absurdity and clear misbalance of power.
And I hope to God I am not the only one who feels this way.
I say buy an apron for your man, ladies. Come home from work, take off your shoes, and ask what’s for dinner. Act pissily surprised if you are told that nothing is ready yet.
And don’t forget to leave the laundry.