Hooray for sucking!

As seen at Mad Hatter's.

-3 As a 1930s wife, I am Very Poor (Failure) Take the test!

What a relief - I thought my answers to things like "Reacts with pleasure and delight to marital congress" might have made me into some kind of anti-feminist. Luckily my answers to "Fails to sew on buttons or darn socks regularly" and "Eats onions, radishes, or garlic before a date or going to bed" (radishes??!!) make me a satisfactorily Bad Wife. At least in the 1930s.

What I don't understand is how Mr E Man did so well on the 1930s husband test (I did it on his behalf). I mean, he eats garlic, snores, AND leaves his shoes in the living room. Actually I think both test results were skewed by the fact that I ignored all the questions about our non-existent kids.

In not entirely unrelated news, there's an interesting opinion piece on the BBC website today about how Hillary Clinton has made things much easier for future female presidential hopefuls. As someone who grew up in the UK during the Thatcher era*, I just hope the first successful candidate is an actual human female, not some bizarre alien who declares "there is no such thing as society" and is proud of never having been on a train while privatising the national rail system into a mess of disparate companies.
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*My opinion of Thatcher is obviously tainted by my parents' - both teachers, both from mining families in the North East of England. Anyone familiar with British politics will be able to guess what they thought of her. I was actually terrified of Thatcher as a kid - every time she came on the news, my parents would start shouting at the TV! This early political indoctrination was noted by others too, including one of my teachers in primary school. She apparently told my parents (with a twinkle in her eye) that she'd once asked the class if anyone knew who the Prime Minister was, and I piped up with "yes, I do, it's Margaret Bloody Thatcher!". My Dad told that story at my wedding, to general hilarity.