We vote, we create living things, we secretly run things, we work in factories, we are corporate executives. We are women (hear us roar). Women have been fighting to have equal rights with men for a long, long time. Women had to fight to get the right to vote (We're clearly soldiers in petticoats, dauntless crusaders for women's votes... you know you were singing it too) or even the right to have a job. Women's liberation and all that jazz. However, there is one group of women that time forgot.
Stay-at-Home Moms. Disgruntled Housewives. Wisteria Lane's got nothing on the real thing. We've been underappreciated for centuries. Expected to do the work of ten men. Yet we recieve no wages for our work.
So I'm proposing a revolutionary use of our particular skillset. Government. We should be in charge of things. (We already are anyway.)
We could put together a dinner in no time and for less money (we do barbeques), organize charitable events (we do bake sales), give thought provoking speeches on doing what is right and good (been doing it for years), cut down on costs by cleaning up after ourselves (we'd probably do it out of habit anyway).
In a few years the place would all be ours... and let's face it, we'd still do all the same things that we do now. Because we're housewives and mothers (and secretly have magical powers) and that's just how we roll (as the kids say).
So return, brave citizens, to your ovens, your brooms, your huddled masses (of laundry). Somewhere out there is a ball team that is depending on you. It's your day for snacks (you know who you are)! Go! Lead them!
(This message paid for by the Disgruntled Housewives of America Foundation.)
(Such a foundation does not exist in reality)
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