Why They Want a Husband

  

I am in a misunderstood gender commonly known as the "males". Classified as the man of the house, the loving or no good boyfriend, the devoted or abandoning father and the hardworking or lazy husband. The "unwashed masses", females, could never comprehend the role and duty of a man but usually thinks that they can do it just as good and maybe even better than the God given execution and the originators of these jobs and duties.

 

After reading the article I Want a Wife by Judy Brady, who is a wife and mother, says these appalling statements that were irrelevant about why a man wants a wife."I want a wife who cooks the meals, a wife who is a good cook.  I want a wife who will plan the menus, do the necessary grocery shopping, prepare the meals, serve them pleasantly, and then do the cleaning up while I do my studying." So, why exactly does a woman want a husband?

I want a husband who will listen to my excessive complaining about how Linda Evans, from down the street, who has a better kitchen than I. I would want him to listen to about my dull and uninteresting day, after coming home from nine hours of hard, pain enduring work. Even though, the husband has an office job or running business from home, husbands are not exempt from the torture. He must drop what they are doing, it does not matter how important, although he might lose his focus because of nonsense. The husband is not allowed to get a word in or comment on whatever they are talking about because they have no right to decide whether I am right or wrong.
I want a husband who will treat me like royalty. When I want a day to myself, he must take care of the cooking. cleaning and children. he must be prepared for a day(s) of labor.

I want him to come home early from hanging out with his friends, so I can hang out with mine. I want a husband who can come home immediately from work and take the children so I can have a night out on town with my friends, who would also dump their kids on the husband. I want a husband who would come and find me, while I wonder aimlessly throughout the streets, intoxicated. I want him to stay up with me early in morning, to put up with my drunken foolishness. If I try to challenge him, he must sit there and endure my wrath because, he cannot touch me. He is not supposed to expect me to say “thank you” after I chose to be wreck less.
Hence, the role of a husband is to take care of the children and I. He must know how to handle everything when I cannot or do not want to.