Dinner is waiting.
Waiting… waiting…
Half a century on, it strikes me there’s not much difference between the modern woman and a 50s housewife. My husband walks in from work and routinely finds me whipping something up in the kitchen (usually a blog entry, sometimes a corporate workshop, occasionally a chapter for the vampire-free young adult sci-fi romance – today, this comparative exposition about modern women being like 50s housewives).
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