My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.
Dirt is matter in the wrong place.
My girlfriend is much better than I am at working hard then resting, and she demands that from me, too. She insists on having time when we don't do anything. We leave the housework and watch a movie.
What I object to is the hyper-fetishized wedding day, the prioritizing of wedding over marriage. I have a real problem with couples spending far more time discussing the seating arrangement or the color of the bridesmaid's gowns than hashing out, for instance, their feelings about how they intend to handle questions of housework, child-rearing, finances and fidelity for the next four or five decades.
I love it when my justifications for avoiding housework are actually legitimate.
You won't do any more housework Then you go to the bin.
To hell with housework, our top priority has always been between our legs.
Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.
To the woman with the least intelligence, there must come, at some time or other, the realization that housework is animal work and that there are other occupations in the world a thousand times more refined, more enriching, for which she is also suited and to which she has a right.
Housework comes first, so girls often fall behind in school. Global statistics show that it's increasingly girls, not boys, who don't know how to read.
When it comes to housework the one thing no book of household management can ever tell you is how to begin. Or maybe I mean why.
Invisible, repetitive, exhausting, unproductive, uncreative - these are the adjectives which most perfectly capture the nature of housework.
No one has a corner on depression, but housewives are working on it.
I'm a housewife: I spend far more time on housework than anything else.
You all know that even when women have full rights, they still remain fatally downtrodden because all housework is left to them. In most cases housework is the most unproductive, the most barbarous and the most arduous work a woman can do. It is exceptionally petty and does not include anything that would in any way promote the development of the woman.
Housework, if you do it right, will kill you.
Housework is like cleaning fish. No matter how often you do it, it still stinks.
It's the perpetually unfinished quality of housework that makes it oppressive - it never ends, like bad psychoanalysis, or a dream interrupted. It is paradoxically true that it is exactly this daily re-creation of the world that lends housekeeping its nobility and romance.
I don't hate men, I just wish they'd try harder. Theyall want to be heroes and all we want is for them to stay at home and help with the housework and the kids. That's not the kind of heroism they enjoy.
I buried a lot of my ironing in the back yard.
