The HusbandI took a nap, and when I woke up, the dog that had been sleeping on my chest had become a husband.More Like This
I said, “Get off, you’re heavy.”
And while he sheepishly slunk to the floor, I asked him what he thought he was doing, being a husband when all I wanted was a dog. He kissed my foot and said that I needed a husband.
This is something that many have tried to tell me in the past, and I was not up for hearing about it. Not on a Saturday afternoon, when I had to fully wake up from my nap, make some coffee, and putz around for a few hours before meeting Sammie for drinks down at Calico’s, so we could watch all the cowboys wearing their finest, most colorful shirts and tightest jeans. Which last part seemed like something to which a husband might take offense.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not a wife, so you’d better change back now.”
“Could you be a wife for a little bit? Try it out?” His eyes were still brown and far too reminiscent of a
So you've been called sexist: a how-to guideSo you've been called sexist. What do you do?More Like This
Step 1: apologise for being sexist.
Step 2: don't do it again.
Congratulations! You just sincerely apologised with a degree of class and learned something.