Posted on 09/28/2021 5:38:29 PM PDT by nickcarraway
Someone has to be. Just ask Don Lemon.
They can identify as zebra-striped donkeys for all I care.
No. Because men can’t give birth.
Sounds like they’re trying to put all of the past fifty years of feminism into one article title.
There was Mr. Mom.
No, I’d say you’re a bit off.
Go watch some of those old tv westerns. (And watch how the good guys treat women.)
That’s how a man acts.
The feminization of men has failed.
Back when the kids were little (worked from home) I would take the kids out to the park or a hiking trail or something most days to get outside and give my wife a break.
Whenever other people would comment about me “babysitting” I would say “Babysitting? They’re my kids. I’m being a dad.”
Diane Keaton did the distaff version in Baby Boom. (No relation)
Someone else remembers.
Mommy calls the vacuum cleaner Jaws.
no
many are ... times have changed ... it won’t end well ...
How many cat men do you know? How many cat ladies do you know? QED.
No. Now go get me a beer.
Disclosure: I would not normally say something like that, but this writer deserves it.
Men had better learn how to do a MAN’S JOB, and a Woman’s job around the house. When you are left along someone has got to clean up YOUR mess. It might as well be you.
I learned to cook and clean at a very early age. That is why I don’t live in a pile of filth and eat only pizzas and soda pop.
Seconded.
People like her think that because she watches movies created in Hollywood, that when war comes, women will be just as adept at lugging those 155 mm shells and engaging in hand to hand combat with men, but men aren’t capable of sweeping a floor.
I changed more diapers on our 3 kids than my wife did. I also got up in the middle of the night when they were sick, had nightmares, etc. more than she did.
I did the laundry.
I did the dishes.
Hell, I set up her coffee pot at night so when she got up it was already perked and ready for her.
Ain’t no wonder when the ‘honey’ stopped, I waited it out as long as I could, and after 4 1/2 years left.
Well, she showed me! 2 years after that, she died of a stroke, so I moved back in and picked right back up. Luckily, I don’t have to do diapers anymore (they’re all teens) :-)
One thing that taught me, I will NEVER get married again.
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