Women's Work

I was eight days away from my thirtieth birthday in 1975 and two days away from my wedding when I ran. I didn't know it then, but now all these many years later and with hindsight by my side, I realize I was running away from a man who was looking exclusively for a woman who would go willingly into that gender-role place that requires 24/7 housecleaning, laundry, ironing, cooking, and tending to children. Well, it does make sense...sort of. I was born with a vagina which made me a woman and women are expected to do what? That's right. Women's work.  But, he was wrong about this vagina...sort of.

 

Forty years later, August 24, 2015--it's my birthday--and I have won the Best-Mate Lotto. My husband is the most wonderful man I have ever known, and he requires nothing from me but my undying love and devotion. That love and devotion part of our marriage is easy, but it's that dang gender-based role thing that requires me to do stuff I don't want to do. But I do it anyway...just not willingly.

The following cartoon is missing the captions.  How would you fill them in? I showed Tom this post and he said his caption would be: "Once you're done cleaning the windows, Sweetheart, let's make mad-passionate love," or something like that. Oh, I don't remember now. It was early this morning and I've slept since then.