The other night I had one of those moments where I felt I needed to write a post about the experience. It’s about women and money. And attitudes and feminism. All mixed into a brief conversation.
Here we go: My wife asked me to stop by the gym where our kids are taking a class and pick two up while our oldest finished his class since the start/stops were staggered and it’s really annoying keeping the younger two under control when they’re bored while waiting. So, I popped in and talked to my wife for a bit and watched the kids doing their thing. There’s another mom there with a kid in my son’s class. Her and my wife converse somewhat routinely and the kids like each other so they’re quasi-gym friends, if you will.
My Wife, The Planner
My wife asked if I’d hold our daughter while she went to book a birthday party for our son. She then asked me about what I thought about various dates and times. I shrugged, laughed, and said, “I don’t know dear, that’s your department”. The friend said to me, “Oh, you don’t have any say, do you?” jokingly. I replied, “No, I just ask her where I need to be and where to send the checks”. The reality is…I literally ask my wife where I need to be and where to send checks. That’s the truth. We have so much going on with various activities for school, birthday parties, piano lessons, baseball, swimming, gym, etc., she pretty much books everything and covers what she can during the day and at night, I drive the kids to various things, coach teams, etc. I also handle all the finances, so I get stuck paying the bills. She has no interest in finances at all and just trusts me to pay the bills, save enough for college and retirement, and not do something stupid with our money.
Was It Something I Said?
So, my comment about “sending the checks” apparently struck a nerve with this woman. She went from joking and being friendly to being an immature, misguided feminist in my opinion. She started spouting off about how her husband would never “get away with saying something like that” and how she works 3 jobs. Get this: A Mom, she’s on the school board and she’s some sort of beautician. She was going on an on and I was kind of watching in awe about what an idiot she was making of herself. I was thinking of countering that I have 3 jobs – a Project Manager, a Dad and a blogger and that she should read my post I was going to write about her, but it wasn’t even worth bothering; it was kind of humorous, kind of annoying and I didn’t want to go off on my wife’s pseudo-gym friend. So, I just let her embarrass herself.
Here’s the funny part. Mid-rant, my wife walked over to me and said, “Honey, I don’t have my credit card, can you go to the desk and pay?”. I looked at the friend, laughed, and said, “Sure, honey, I’ll go pay”.
In this day and age of working moms, women out-earning men in many couples, women running companies, girls outperforming boys in school, more women going to college than men, and the over-the-top era of feminism seemingly over, what is it with some women that they still feel the need to jump down (a stranger!) someone’s throat over an innocent, factual, and personal statement. How my wife and I split up our responsibilities is our choice. I mow the lawn and fix things. She doesn’t. I handle the money, she doesn’t. Big deal. My wife is bright, has a Master’s and frankly, isn’t uptight about any perceptions about her intelligence or standing in society. So, we’re frank and open about our roles in our house. If she’s not uptight, why should someone else be uptight about OUR arrangement?
Was It Something I Said?
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