That all changed with feminism which rationalized it was ok to terminate a pregnancy at whim so that a woman could work as a file clerk and make her own money so she could divorce that motherfucker cash cow shit shoveling husband. New methods of birth control were also devised so that women could fuck the school baseball coach and their son's best high school friend without a nasty pregnancy to turn over the apple cart.
This of course led to the working family, HIGH DIVORCE RATE and raised the cost of a home so that it became necessary for two people to purchase a home or pay for an apartment. Where once a woman stayed at home, cooked and cleaned and maintained the living space, it became routine for such functions to be outsourced to third parties and illegal aliens. As my mother once described our house, the shithouse since she worked all day and was expected to do many of the chores a regular housewife would do in an impossible task. Where once children were attended to by their mothers, they were left alone with a key becoming so called "latch key kids."
This brings us to the so called two hour rule. In all romantic relationships there are two quality hours expected in dating until marriage or co-habitation. After that point you effectively have after work, the same two hours for tending to a relationship, having erotic fun or sex and expanding your knowledge of your partner. But after 8 hours or more of work with assholes and other people who rank higher than your spouse, you just want to watch murder porn or play video games in your basement than face your frigid partner in a shithouse with hamburger helper on the table.
So that is how we got to be where we are. Fuck you feminists and the automated shit digger. To those who say this tale is a lie, I actually lived through this era in a shithouse with a working mother and an alcoholic stepfather, so fuck you too.
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