I always figured I wasn't exactly destined to be a "wife," with all the socially-constructed patriarchal crap that seemed to entail. I was the girl in college that called her boyfriend her "partner" and didn't care if people (including her family) thought she was a lesbian, I was the one who asked my now-ex-boyfriend to move in with me but told him that if ever tried to subject me to a Wedding he was toast, I'm the one that went dateless to my cousin's wedding last summer, wore a huge costume jewelry ring and cracked jokes like "See, I don't need a man to buy me a rock." But the last semi-serious relationship that I was in, as it was winding inexorably down, he said to me, "I know you would be a good wife." I pondered that, and pondered that, finally realized that he left off the "to somebody else" bit but still wondered if I would. Luckily, The Mirror had a few wives take that 1939 good housewife test and, in addition to it turning out that some things never change (guess who does most of the housework!), and I can prove once and for all that I would definitely not be a good wife.
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