The Simple Life

Men begin sticking together at an early age. Just yesterday my youngest son interupted my daily tirade about the male sex participating in the act of housekeeping.

He said woman were too complicated and men could get by on the basic necessities: pizza, microwave popcorn, Mountain Dew, and TV. As I cleaned the blobs of jelly and peanut butter off of the counter, I asked him who would pick up after them? A maid?

No, he said. They would nag too much. Instead they would get a female robot, one who would clean and ask no questions or offer any opinions. I guess he's thinking more along the lines of the Fembots that appear on Austin Powers instead of Rosie from the Jetsons. While Rosie was a devoted domestic servant, she also sported an attitude and wasn't afraid to put in her two cents.

While I had to laugh at his simplistic solution to male bliss, deep inside I wondered if all men take us wives for granted or that we could so easily be replaced. To find the answer to this question I have decided to conduct a little experiment of my own. Next week when I go shopping I will fill my cart only with microwave popcorn (the unbuttered variety), pizza (the cheap cardboard variety that they sell 8 for $10) and generic Mountain Dew. When they tire of this lavish fare and ask for a home-cooked meal, I will simply reply - let your robot do it.