Statistically speaking, women still do most of the housework and child care, even in homes where there are two incomes.

This does not mean that women who stay home shouldn't have to do housework or child care.

This does not mean that men never ever contribute to the housework or child care.

This does not mean that there are no male homemakers.

This does not mean that there are no male fathers with custody of their children who do the housework and child care.

This is based on what, in my experience, and the experience of many women, their husbands have expected of their wives, NOT of what their wives have necessarily been able to do perfectly every day, so you can save all your, "My wife NEVER wears make-up." "My wife NEVER sleeps with me on demand." Yeah, that's the point. That these are ideals that are damn hard to live up to. That's what makes women laugh over this piece.

I'm sure I've forgotten something or other, but oh well. Phew. That's over with. So here's what I just got in my email and nearly busted a gut over:

THE NEXT SURVIVOR

6 Married men will be dropped on an island with 1 car and 4 kids each, for 6 weeks.

Each kid plays two sports and either takes music or dance classes.

There is no access to fast food.

Each man must take care of his 4 kids, keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, complete science projects, cook, do laundry, etc.

The men only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done.

There is only one TV between them and there is no remote.

The men must shave their legs and wear makeup daily, which they must apply themselves, either while driving or while making four lunches.

They must attend weekly PTA meetings; clean up after their sick children at 3:00 a.m; make an Indian hut model with six toothpicks, a tortilla and one marker; and get a 4-year-old to eat a serving of peas.

The kids vote them off the island, based on performance.

The last man wins only if he has enough energy to be intimate with his spouse at a moment's notice.

You forgot about taking the 2 1/2-year-old child to the ER when they swallow something, start projectile vomiting and can only describe the thing they swallowed as "It was little! It was brown! I'm SORRREEEEEEE!" (Yes, endoscopy time. It was a quarter. It wasn't even brown!)

Yeah I do feel like her mom--but the thing is, that means I hurt more when she messes up, than anyone else does. (You feminists forgot to tell me that was gonna happen!)

[ October 03, 2002: Message edited by: SuperGimp ]