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⌈ Secret Post #5532 ⌋

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I've long suspected this is something many women feel and don't express, because we don't want to "set feminism back" or "give men the wrong idea" or come across as stupid/weak/submissive/conservative. Because of course we know that what we really crave about the housewife "fantasy" has very little to do with the reality of being a housewife--then or now.

I am asexual and I still feel a pang of irrational yearning sometimes, when I imagine being a housewife.

The way I've been emotionally processing that pang of yearning, for several years now, is by thinking about the first line of the song Down In The Valley by The Head & The Heart, which goes, "I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade/Like riding around on railcars and working long days."

Does he? Does Jonathan Russell really "wish he was a slave to an age-old trade"? I highly doubt it. But do I understand and resonate with the yearning that inspired said line? Absolutely. It's the same yearning I feel when I imagine being a 50's housewife.

Because yes, I too yearn for the comfort of simplicity. I year for a sense of structure in my life, in my self, the way someone who has been trying fruitlessly to move a boulder for ages and ages might yearn for something they can put their feet against--something that would allow them to finally get some leverage. I yearn to feel that I can handle the tasks my life requires of me, and be seen as capable, and maybe even aspirational in some way. I yearn to feel as though I understand what I must do to pass muster in my life, and I yearn to feel as though I have a hope in hell of actually doing it--because I've honestly never felt either of those things before and I likely never will.

And while the reality of being a 50's housewife, or alternatively, a 'slave' to an age-old trade, would, in reality, be mostly just a nightmare if I were to actually experience it, I think it's very in-keeping with human nature to simplify and romanticize that which we are not experiencing, while simultaneously feeling our current difficulties very heavily and acutely.