Step back in time-No thanks!

If I had a penny for every time I have wanted to yell at a women to stop being so passive with their husband or partner I think I would be a hell of a lot wealthier than I am. My own mother is the guiltiest culprit of this outdated behaviour. Typical evening in the house of Serendipitys mum.

Stepdad “Is my tea ready yet”
Mum “No darling, about another half an hour, I’m just finishing this ironing”
Stepdad huffs and changes TV channels looking for golf. “Shout me when it’s done, I’m starved, and get me a coffee would you?”

Ok so he isn’t a total asshole and though he does speak to my mum like that, he’s not entirely serious. The problem is that instead of my mum telling him to get off his arse and help her, she will stop what she is doing and make him his coffee before returning to the ironing which she must finish before she can cook the tea.

Does this scenario sound familiar to anyone? Has anyone else witnessed their parents perform this outdated little dance?

What I am curious about is how many men actually use the “Well that’s what my Dad does” excuse as a way of getting out of housework. I’m willing to bet there are quite a few. I have a good friend whose boyfriend is absolutely terrible when it comes to cleaning up after himself. When she and I discuss it though, it always comes back to the same thing “I can’t really blame him, it’s how he’s been brought up. His dad never does any housework”

No wonder we have our work cut out for us. Maybe we should challenge our parents when they start harking back to “the good old days” and remind them that they live in the 21st century now. If women can go out and work full time, then men can damn well get stuck into some housework.

I wonder how a man from the 50’s would cope with a modern wife. My guess is not very well. How would a modern man cope with a wife from the 50’s? He would probably love it!
About the author: ‘m a single 30 year old living in Nottingham. I recently dyed my hair blonde (albeit a dark blonde) in a vain attempt to inject more fun into my life, either that or subscribe even more closely to the Bridget Jones-esqe life that I lead. I work as a credit analyst which bores me rigid, but it pays the bills. I have lousy rotten luck with men, and I’m still hoping for my Mr. Darcy. I think there’s a good chance I watch too many chick flicks since I’m starting to lose faith in the existence of a decent man. I have a mildly serious case of handbag addiction and I’m a typical Virgo - I like things clean and neat. Visit my blog