Someone: "Anthony, what are you doing up here?"
Anthony: "I came up here to hang out with the East Cobb Housewives."
In case you are wondering, he was referring to me.
Me: "Who you calling a housewife?!"
Because I took offense. Look, I am a wife and I have a house. Lots of women do. But I am not this:
I happen to work from home, which means I have the flexibility to volunteer. I also happen to be a terrible cook and cleaner. When my husband comes home from work, I am in sweats and a ponytail. But I can buy a birthday present like a motherf*$@er. Ain't no housewife here.
What Anthony found out later in the conversation is that I went to the same prestigious college as his brother and sister-in-law, that I have a quick wit and excellent customer service skills, and that he has a small penis.
It's OK. Women are used to getting a bad rap. We're damned for being career-minded and we're damned for being family-minded. And if you even attempt to do both, well, then you better have a good pharmacist.
I love that we live in a world where women get to choose. And I can't wait for Anthony's 2-year-old daughter to give him a run for his money.
Until next time, keep crowin'!