in service of my favorite pastime, taking a joke feminist analysis of a joke post too far to be a joke anymore:
not only is the house hers too. but does SHE even really want the chintz? or is the chintz part of her duty as a wife, a design choice made for the approval of in-laws and houseguests, part of keeping the home as it's expected to be? is "he" actually having his Primal Masculinity restricted by his wife's Feminine Sensibilities, or is she an easy scapegoat now that he's consciously experiencing the effects of the restrictive society that she's been dealing with the whole time?
























