Since I follow a number of blogs that deal with being green, simplifying, frugal living and gardening I tend to come across an abundance that deal with the satisfaction of being a 'homemaker'. Something about those posts invariably produces a sneer on my face and the desire to read something blatantly sci-fi and action...Honor Harrington, anyone?
It's ironic because I am the homemaker; I have to be. I've been widowed for over 16 years. Who else was going to cook, clean, mother, work, shop, fix, mow...? Something inside of me rears up and roars at the idea of being anything remotely like a fifties housewife caring for her home though. I do not own an apron. Thank goodness.
I may be alone in my reaction because those posts seem to get a lot of agreeing comments. That's ok. I have the entire set of Honor books.