Come over to my house, smart guy, and I'll show you enough work to occupy you from 6 a.m. to midnight. And none of it is meaningless, unless, perhaps, your definitions of "meaning" are quite materialistic.
Yea, well, if you put up some wallpaper in the bathroom in 2005 and canned some pickles last summer, all I can say is that the wallpaper job was a $200 project that some man would have done in three hours and pickles are a dollar a jar at Krogers.
It isn’t at all about the money. But anyone who has lived in the suburbs knows that the average housewife these days is anything but productively engaged.
OK, there are still some pioneer women out in the country somewhere doing the 19th Century life. But, if you produce more than you eat, you have a job. You’re a farmer not a housewife. If you produce less than you eat, you are a piddler and need to just go to the grocery.