“””I can’t stand the little women belongs in the kitchen mentality.”””
When millions of women went to work in the seventies, most of which was driven by the women’s movement, it left the children of American families devastated. This caused millions of divorces, broken families and millions of unsupervised children. Much of the carnage and chaos we see today are a direct result of the women going to work.
The carnage and chaos that we see today is the direct result of forsaking GOD.
“When millions of women went to work in the seventies,”
In the 60’s there was too much to do at the home for a married women to have the time to work!
When I was little, flat out middle class, we had no dryer or dish washer.
Very few pre-made meals at the grocery stores.(Although I do remember Banquet’s Salisbury Steak that to this day I still love.) They had to cook almost every meal from scratch. (My Grandma made her own noodles, bread and canned all her vegetables.)
Most families in my neighborhood only had one car.
The only woman in my neighborhood who worked was a single teacher.
Plusses and minuses in the long run.
I was eight years old with a younger sister almost five years younger than me when my mother started working. My father was a tool and die maker. They had a happy marriage and were successful parents. But my father wanted a backup just in case something unexpected happened. When you are middle class you are just one step away from the poorhouse.
I was a latch key kid. I was responsible for picking up my sister from preschool about half a mile in one direction. I was responsible for doing the laundry at the laundromat across the main street. I failed at keeping the house clean. It was amazing how messy the kitchen and living room could get in a just a few hours.
I was proud of the responsibilities put upon my shoulders. We received no allowances. My father explained that we had everything we needed to be happy. So my sister and I collected coke bottles and received two cents per bottle. Candy bars then cost only a nickel. They refused to buy me GoGo boots. I was so very angry at them so I wore my Dutch wooden shoes all winter to embarrass them. They weren't embarrassed. I wanted a Barbie House. It was made of cardboard. They refused to purchase it because right next to the cardboard Barbie Houses were well made gas stations made of metal. Well I didn't want that. I remember lying to my father to get what I wanted. When he found out, he looked me in the eye and told me he could never trust me again. I was heartbroken and cried for hours. My mom checked our homework every night after making dinner and washing the dishes. She was great, so very patient. They were hard working firm but loving parents. They gave us structure and made us feel loved and important to the well being of the family.
It seems to me that kids today are catered to and not made to feel necessary to the making of a happy functioning family structure.