Therapist Lori Gottlieb understands that letter writer
Marina is a creature of her times. Marina has imbibed feminist theory and has put
it into play in her home life. And she finds that her women’s studies professors
lied to her.
They lied about the notion that men and women have the same
relationship to household chores. They also lied about the notion that men and
women would be equal parents. The latter issue has not yet arisen, but Marina
seems seriously torqued to think of the gross inequality of pregnancy and
childrearing. About that, her feminist handlers have nothing to offer.
Back in the day, when I was in college, teachers never, ever
said a word about how we should conduct our everyday lives. They did not give
relationship instruction and certainly did not tell us how to divide household
labor. Today’s college students may be perfectly ignorant about the ways of the
world. They may know nothing about the great books of Western civilization. But they know that domestically speaking men and women must participate
equally in household chores.
Now, Marina has a fiancé who will do what he is told
but who does not take initiatives around the house. He does not care about what is or
is not lying on the floor. He will take out the garbage when told to do so but
will not think about buying garbage bags when the family runs out.
Marina thinks of herself as a project manager. She sees her
wonderful fiancé—made ever more wonderful by the fact that he puts up with her—as
lacking in initiative.
If she had not been indoctrinated with the feminist creed
Marina would understand that women have a special gene that obliges them to
care about their household. We could call it the housewife gene, but if we did
feminists would rise up in utter outrage. Marina’s fiancé does not have the
gene, and all of her education has not allowed her to understand this
elementary fact of human biology. Her education has taught her to live in total
denial of biological realities.
Incidentally, we know that both Marina and her fiancé have
careers. We do not know what they do, who contributes what to the family
finances… we know nothing more than Marina’s feminist whining.
With no more ado, here is her letter, in its entirety:
I am
engaged to be married to a man I love very deeply, and with whom I am very
comfortable and happy. I have been in long-term relationships filled with
doubts and anxiety before, and I feel nothing of those lingering sentiments
here.
We are
both very career-driven people and want to have children. We both believe that
parents should play an equal part in the raising of children.
However,
I play the project-manager role in our relationship. I can delegate tasks to my
partner and he will do them gladly and without complaint, but he rarely takes
initiative on his own. I can ask him to take out the trash and he will do it,
but if we’re out of trash bags, he won’t notice that we are out and pick up
trash bags on his way home from work.
We’ve
had conversations about this and he empathizes, feels bad, and genuinely
pledges to make changes—and he has. He now has tasks that are “his” (take out
the trash, wash dishes after dinner), but still no big-picture ownership.
As we
talk about kids, I’m exceedingly nervous that I will always be the project
manager and that the very large bulk of responsibility—and the feeling of
ownership—will be on me. It’s not that he will never leave work early to pick
up the kids—it’s that he will never realize the kids need to be picked up and
say proactively, “I’ll leave work early and pick them up.” He knows that if he
does nothing I will always pick up the slack and whatever needs to get done
will get done.
I know
this is a several-years-down-the-line problem, but seeds of it are present
today, and it induces anxiety for me, and then between us.
I want
a partnership, not a person to delegate to. What do you recommend?
Marina
Obviously, Gottlieb has an important challenge. How do you
explain to a woman that she has been brainwashed and can barely function in a
domestic relations? Gottlieb understands that it’s all about the ideology and she
knows how difficult it is dealing with a fanatic:
Maybe
in your mind taking on more of the coordination role makes you feel like less
of a team—like the management of the household falls to you and you alone, like
some pre-feminist nightmare. But having different roles requiring equal effort
toward a mutual goal doesn’t make you less of a team—it makes you the very
definition of a team. You say you “want a partnership, not a person to delegate
to,” but it’s only because you’re
in a partnership that you have the luxury of someone to delegate to.
One appreciates Marina’s use of business terms to describe
her household work, but still, a household is not a business and she is not a
project manager. She is more a budding housewife… who is. as Gottlieb notes, repulsed by the notion. She is repulsed by reality. She could blame the
feminist ideologues who brainwashed her, but she won’t.
Truth be told, Marina is not delegating tasks. She is
treating her fiancé like a maid. One would hope, for his sake, that he wakes up
from his own stupor and finds a better fiancée, but for now, he is signaling to
her that he does not like being treated like a maid.
Gottlieb offers several pieces of solid advice. Living
together involves adjusting to the other person. Since Marina understands
nothing about men, beyond their capacity for abuse and harassment, she seems
incapable of adapting to a human being who is just like her. This is
ideologically driven narcissism. No surprise there:
Part of
getting married is adjusting to living with someone else and adapting to each
other’s habits, priorities, and expectations. And just as you’ll have to adapt
to your fiancé’s, he’ll have to adapt to yours.
If your
fiancé weren’t living with you, he might let the trash sit an extra day or two.
He might not notice right away when the bags have run out or the dishes need
washing. He might do many things differently from the way you do. But here’s
the thing: You assume that your way
is the “right” way and therefore he needs to adapt to your habits, priorities, and
expectations. And that assumption will become a greater problem in your
relationship than whether he takes the initiative.
Today’s liberated women do not just want to tell their men
what to do. They want their men to like doing it. There’s no method in the
madness. It’s more like wanting them to be equally brainwashed. Gottlieb
explains it well:
In
fact, often in therapy I’ll hear not just, “I want my partner to do X,” but “I
want my partner to want to
do X.” It’s not enough that my partner will attend musicals with me; I want my partner to want to see musicals with me.
It’s not enough that my partner picks up the socks; I want my partner to want a sock-free bedroom floor.
Underlying these demands is this: If
my partner truly loved me/cared about me/respected me, he/she would want to do this thing that’s important to
me.
It’s not about true love or
really caring. It’s about the genetic differences between men and women. Read
this story and you will understand why these marriages have so little chance of
survival.
Our compliments to Gottlieb for
addressing the problem well and tactfully. She is trying to lead this woman through the unenviable task of reinventing the wheel.
You do not want to confront the
Marinas of this world too strongly about the fact that they have been
brainwashed. Yet, if a pregnant Marina decides that her husband should breast
feed their eventual baby and that he should change an equal number of diapers,
she will either beat her husband into submission or will lose him.
One day another woman will come
along and will commiserate with him. She will say something like: If you were
my husband I would never let you change a diaper. At that point, Marina’s
marriage will go on life support. But, she will never understand why.
5 comments:
Hi Stuart,
I think it’s also possible that what we have here is not so much a feminist and a non- feminist as far as housework, but a Messie and a Cleanie, as efficiency expert Sandra Felton categorizes the sock-droppers and sock-picker-uppers of the world. My dad was a Cleanie, my mom a Messie. If she had the female nesting gene it never found expression. They were born in 1927 and 1929 respectively. He had his immaculate area, she had her messy area, and they compromised on the rest of the house; neither one bothered trying to change the other.
I think where the feminism comes in here is Marina assuming her way is the way, rather than conceding the possibility that the occasional sock on the floor is not that big a deal.
Is it just me or the more I hear about strong women the less of them I see or read about. It is stories like this and the one that follows that make me glad I am in my 70's. I really feel sorry for young men and understand why they would rather play video games. Why in the world would any male want what appears to be by all accounts very very selfish women. Despite all the college degrees learning about ideas, et al there seems to be no idea on how to actually apply those ideas to their lives and career choices.
I changed diapers. I learned on my brother.
The housewife gene? Lol. Men who traditionally lived in groups without women - soldiers, sailors, monks - were perfectly good at doing and organizing household tasks. Mount Athos isn't buried under a pile of garbage and dirty dishes. Sam from Lord of the Rings (based on real WWI British soldiers) cooked and cared for Frodo, that didn't make him any less manly. Any boy apprentice in a craftsman's shop went through the stage of doing chores. No one's genitalia are an excuse for being a slob.
That said, the obvious best way for a two-career family is to hire a housekeeper, so no one feels wronged and they also help some poor woman with employment.
"I am engaged to be married to a man I love very deeply, and with whom I am very comfortable and happy." Please excuse my cynicism - When you start out with a sentence like this - and you're writing a therapist - are you sure you're in love, comfortable, and happy? The younger generation will be endless billable time for therapists.
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