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The Farmers Market
Being a man, and not only a man but a married man, I cannot deny that there are women who could appropriately be called nags. This should not be confused with the right of the wife to have her voice in the marriage. The husband cannot forget that she has the right and the freedom to express herself too, or else the marriage would be under the rule of a tyrant.
One day I was out with my father, we stopped for vegetables at an open air market in town. The bearded vendor saw me sending a text to my wife asking her if we needed anything from the stand.
Then the man said to my Dad something I can no longer quote word for word. But felt the air of judgement about my decision to text my wife before the purchase.
To the bearded vendor it was not manly of me to consult my wife, it seemed to him I had been possessed or fallen under the spell of feminine power.
He was probably unaware of his comment about me to my father, the effect it would have afterwards on my mind, but still I never forgot it.
It was just as bad as all the nagging to be made to feel
like I had been emasculated by my wife or henpecked.
What an imprisoning mold gender roles are on men and women, something to be done away with
Copyright ©
Ian McCleary
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