After my post today about my sister-in-law
who is a combination of
Al has assured me that my cooter is in fact velvet-lined;
I just don’t use the girl to get men to do my bidding.
To be honest, I’ve never once considered it.
Although I have met many women who place a high price on theirs.
Not me. Instead, I’ve worked,
put the garbage cans out on Mondays,
let the dog out a billion times,
refilled my own drinks etc.
All. by. Myself.
Have I thought that she had no value?
Do I have such low self-esteem about her that I haven’t considered her worth in moving up or saving me from such mundane tasks?
Have I not realized she can whip men into a frenzy where they become willing slaves?
In case anyone is wondering I am saying all of this with my tongue firmly in my cheek.
I don’t respect women who expect a man to take care of them.
But I have several of these in my family. I think they are kind of stupid. I recently called one ‘simple’ in fact.
But maybe it is me who is stupid.
How do you get a man to do whatever you want with just a look?
I can just see me trying that with Stanley.”Stanley, I NEED A REFILL.”
and his response.
Hell, they don’t even have to give them a look the men are so well trained. I have one friend who rattles the ice in her glass and her husband jumps up. My SIL has the best life ever.
He is the one that works (and makes a gazillion dollars a year, no lie, not that it makes her happy), he does all the grocery shopping, brings home something for dinner every night and all she does is exercise every day and let the maid in every morning at 10 a.m. They are empty nesters, she doesn’t even have to take care of kids. She has absolutely no responsibility. None. And on Sunday she, who was standing up 5 feet from the back door said to my brother who was sitting down in the next room, “Honey, GET UP AND LET THE DOG OUT!”
And up he jumped.
Please Sir, May I have another?
He doesn’t look happy either. And by the looks of him, I would venture to guess that my ‘ice rattling’ friend’s husband is damn near miserable.
I just don’t get the dynamic.
Maybe it is some kind of kinky Dominatrix shit that
spilled out of the bedroom.
Now, that I could respect.
I fear the worst though. That these women behave so badly when displeased that their men will do anything to keep them from losing their shit. Because there can be hell to pay if they are unhappy. Hissy Fit City can be a scary place. And maybe this is their career. Being as scary as hell can be a full-time job. That takes a lot of time to master. My SIL is the CEO of Scary Bitch, INC. Just sayin.
For Christmas, I may get my brother a stun gun.
Or a muzzle.
Or some rope.
I want some of those dominatrix boots myself.
To go with my velvet lined hoo-ha.