My husband and I have been renting Big Love from Netflix. We don’t have cable, but thanks to Netflix we have half a clue about the world of television – or maybe just a quarter of a clue. A while back we watched Sex and the City and when I was almost to the final episode I was screeching to my girlfriend on the phone, “Oh my God, did you see it yet?”
And she said, “Um – yeah – I saw it like eight years ago when everybody else saw it.”
I had no idea it was that old and I was talking to everyone I knew about it like it was the greatest new thing since peanut butter.
Anyway, enough raunchy random sex already, and back to polygamy. Big Love is still being produced so we’re only like two or three seasons behind I think – which is an improvement over 8 years behind, however slight.
At the very beginning of the very first episode it shows Bill, first thing, getting the cold shoulder from each wife as he gets dressed. My husband shook his head and said, “Ah, lucky guy – instead of just one woman pissed off at him while he’s trying to get ready to go to work in the morning, he has three women pissed off at him while he’s trying to get ready for work.”
I’m sure that even if that sounds like a comment on the disposition of his own wife, he didn’t mean anything personal by it. Or maybe, pretty sure – surely no one has ever accused her of being a “morning person.”
“So you don’t think it’s time to add a new wife to the family then?” I asked.
Because really – I was thinking, maybe I could use a wife around here. Someone else in the house who would just notice it’s time to run the vacuum without being asked, and the kids are always begging for a little sister – how fun might that be to have a daughter to whom I didn’t have to give birth and for whom I’m not primarily responsible. But then, as I told my husband, we'd want her to be smarter than the average fence post, and what are the odds a smart tidy woman would marry us?
But on the show they do it all wrong. Why do they each have their own house? What is the benefit to sharing the man if you still have to clean your whole house all by yourself? So in the end, I think what I’m really after is just a housekeeper – or an anal-retentive roommate might work too. As for my husband, evidently I do a fabulous job of making sure he gets all the pouting a man needs. Hey, I aim to please.
In other love, last year at BlogHer a woman stood up and said, “I write ‘I am Bossy,” and Mom101 said, “And she’s funny!” an endorsement which should have prompted me to check her out, but no. I just found her a few weeks ago. So now you can all roll your eyes and say, “uh yeah, we’ve been reading Bossy since 1966, Dumbass.” I know. But for my readers who are tragically un-hip, like me, it’ll take you roughly two weeks of ignoring your life to catch up, and she’s totally worth it.