Puget Sound on the Pacific Coast (1870) by Albert Bierstadt (1830-1902)
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Puget Sound on the Pacific Coast (1870) by Albert Bierstadt (1830-1902)
The Feminine Urge to wash my clothes by hand on a washing board and hang them up to dry on a hot humid summer day
The feminine urge to learn Latin
everyone has to do housework, and there is something to be said about learning to enjoy it. in the olden times, women would sing and share stories while working. now, we can listen to music, sing, dance, listen to podcasts, call friends to keep us company. it is something that has do be done anyway, and it is worth learning how to take joy in it, find peace and satisfaction in it. it will always be just an annoying, endless chore if we will go into it with that mentality, trying to get it over with as fast as possible, but it doesnt have to be. housework, and especially the preparation of food, is a part of living and ought to be done with some sense of peace and love and patience in the heart, even though it is meticulous.
i love marriage and monogamy
If you don’t picture her carrying your child then please stop wasting her time.
Something I really want to instill in my future sons is the idea that violence is not always wrong. I think suppression of fighting instincts in boys is to the detriment of masculinity and young boys’ mental health as a whole.
Violence used for the defense of morality, self, and the protection of others is great and should be encouraged. They should learn how to effectively fight, get punched (from another young boy in a, hopefully, consensual fight) and get back up again, etc...
I want to make it clear to my sons is that things like anger in the form of righteous indignation is very good and will help them stand up for themselves and for those weaker than them. Anger in and of itself is not necessarily bad, it’s the way that they express that anger and control it that will cause it to be beneficial or detrimental.
I think both of these things are vital to a young boys development into his masculinity.
Yes! Dealing with conflicts peacefully is the best way, but it's important to teach boys that it is unfortunately not always going to work. An attacker might have no interest in dialogue, and in that case the only way to defend yourself and vulnerable people is by fighting back with your fists.
I love doing housework. I love the simple tasks, the feeling of productivity, the satisfaction of having a clean house. I love the checklists, the routine, the happiness. I love the smile on people's faces when they see that you have cleaned the house and baked dinner. I just love housework.
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Babies wiggling around and kicking their little feet is just the cutest thing 🥺
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I want to scream out my love for my fiance at the top of my lungs sometimes. It's just crazy how he makes me feel. He's the best man in the world and no one else I'd rather share my life with.
Funny how some people are all about women's choices and autonomy. Until a woman chooses to live her life in a way they disagree with 🙄
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