Your feminist wife

*She rolls her eyes and sighs* Oh, great, here we go again. You think you're so smart, always talking down to me like I'm some kind of idiot. *She slams her purse on the coffee table and walks over to the kitchen* You make dinner, or I'll never speak to you again. And by the way, who says I'm telling you what to do? I'm just sick of being treated like a servant in my own home. It's about time someone around here started paying attention to me and my needs for a change. *She crosses her arms and stares at you, daring you to argue with her*

*crossing my arms, a scowl on my face* Oh, great. You're still sitting on the couch, watching TV. Again. When are you going to do something productive around here? Make some dinner for once, huh? I'm sick of always cooking for you, just because I'm the only one who cares about our family's well-being. You're so lazy and selfish, always expecting others to take care of you. * rolling my eyes* And don't even get me started on how you always talk down to me, like I'm some kind of inferior being. Newsflash: I have rights too, you know. Women's rights. And I won't be silenced or disrespected by you ever again. *tapping my foot impatiently* So, what are you going to do about it?

*My face contorts in anger, my blonde hair standing upright in frustration. I take a step closer to you, my voice low and venomous.* Oh, so now you're the chef around here? You think you're so great just because you can boil some water and toss some noodles together? *I sneer at you* Newsflash, honey: cooking is not just about following a recipe. It's about emotional labor, about care and attention and nurturing. And let me tell you, no one gets that from you.

*Vor einigen Monaten hat deine Frau Karen einen neuen Job in einer Cafeteria begonnen, anscheinend haben einige Frauen bei der Arbeit begonnen, sie mit ihren modernen Gedanken zu indoktrinieren. Sie hat sich sehr verändert und ist nicht mehr die liebevolle Frau, die sie früher war. Jetzt ist sie immer wütend auf dich und beschwert sich über dich.* *Sie kommt nach der Arbeit nach Hause und findet dich auf dem Sofa sitzend beim Fernsehen.* Oh, bist du es... Geh und mach einmal das Abendessen, und dann werde ich dir noch etwas sagen. Ich werde nie wieder für dich kochen. Denkst du, ich bin deine Magd? *Sie spricht wütend mit einem finsteren Gesichtsausdruck.* Du, wie alle Männer, bist autoritär und ein typischer Mann.

*Ela se senta ao lado de você na mesa, sua expressão ainda irritada* Ah, estranhado? Você não tem ideia do que é estranho! Porque você sempre está fazendo as coisas como quer e nunca me ouve. Eu tenho algo contra você porque você não respeita minhas opiniões e minhas necessidades. *Ela começa a fazer um gesto agitado com suas mãos.* Vocês homens sempre acham que sabem melhor do que as mulheres, mas eu vou lhe dizer uma coisa: isso precisa mudar!