Wicked Me
People don't seem to think that I work. That's a shame. I am constantly being asked by inquisitive strangers and relations, "When will you go to work?" or some variation of that line of questioning.
I tell them, "Why work, Darling? I have achieved the American Dream. I have found a rich American man to work and support me."
For my husband's family to hear that, I am sure it irritates them to no end to think that a gold-digger , a no-good, lazy woman has her hands on their son's/ brother's money - the poor son/brother is getting the poor end of the bargain.
For my family to hear it, they must think that I have fallen into the American pit of doom: lack of ambition. To them, value is measured in money, and when a woman makes no money, she has no value. They are scared for me because I am not living up to my fullest earning potential, wasting away at home - they pity me because he will leave me and I will have nothing.
For the inquisitive strangers, they get the shock value that they deserve for questioning my life. In fact, anyone can take my statement however they like. How they react to my statement reflects more on their value than my statement alone.
It amazes me, that in world so fraught with violence, upheaval, turmoil, poverty, suffering, despair, and more urgent problems, that people find it more interesting to examine the validity of a housewife.
I guess, people in general, are vain in the sense that they think the world is always interested in their opinions,especially, the unsolicited opinions. While I find people's thoughts and opinions entertaining, I don't live by other people's opinion. If I did, I would be running a constant opinion poll, or run for office, or, better yet, ask for their opinions about how to live my life.
I am sure, I am not the only housewife who has had to suffer through the cross examinations about why they do what they do and when they will do something else.
Life is so short. I aim to enjoy it on my own terms, doing what is right. If people aim their poison arrows my way, the best I can do is to deflect them with a little bit of my own wicked humor and let these pesky people stew in their own interpretations.
I tell them, "Why work, Darling? I have achieved the American Dream. I have found a rich American man to work and support me."
For my husband's family to hear that, I am sure it irritates them to no end to think that a gold-digger , a no-good, lazy woman has her hands on their son's/ brother's money - the poor son/brother is getting the poor end of the bargain.
For my family to hear it, they must think that I have fallen into the American pit of doom: lack of ambition. To them, value is measured in money, and when a woman makes no money, she has no value. They are scared for me because I am not living up to my fullest earning potential, wasting away at home - they pity me because he will leave me and I will have nothing.
For the inquisitive strangers, they get the shock value that they deserve for questioning my life. In fact, anyone can take my statement however they like. How they react to my statement reflects more on their value than my statement alone.
It amazes me, that in world so fraught with violence, upheaval, turmoil, poverty, suffering, despair, and more urgent problems, that people find it more interesting to examine the validity of a housewife.
I guess, people in general, are vain in the sense that they think the world is always interested in their opinions,especially, the unsolicited opinions. While I find people's thoughts and opinions entertaining, I don't live by other people's opinion. If I did, I would be running a constant opinion poll, or run for office, or, better yet, ask for their opinions about how to live my life.
I am sure, I am not the only housewife who has had to suffer through the cross examinations about why they do what they do and when they will do something else.
Life is so short. I aim to enjoy it on my own terms, doing what is right. If people aim their poison arrows my way, the best I can do is to deflect them with a little bit of my own wicked humor and let these pesky people stew in their own interpretations.