An update of an old saying: A man might stare from sun to sun, but a woman’s work is never done.
Intrigued by the hornet’s nest stirred up by a corporate bigwig’s exhortation to office-goers, presumably all male, that instead of staring at their wives they should put in 90 hours a week at their desks, a husband what would happen if, instead of 90 hours a week in an office, he spent 90 hours a week staring at his wife. Would the nation come to a grinding halt? Would the world stop spinning on its axis?
The next day he crawled out of bed as soon as his wife rose. He stared at her as in the pre-dawn she made him tea, put on the water pump before the municipal supply stopped, made breakfast.
He stared at her while she woke their son and daughter, got them dressed, gave them breakfast and a packed lunch.
He stared at her as she walked them to their school bus, made a tiffin lunch for him, which had to be different each day.
He accompanied her to her office, staring at her as she performed her official duties. As he stared at her, he noticed that her male colleagues, who were much better paid than she was, piled on more and more jobs for her to do while they sat around drinking endless cups of tea and comparing notes on the latest rom-com streaming on TV.
He stared at her as in her lunch break she rushed home to get the children back from the school bus into the flat and rushed back to the office.
When they got home he stared at her as she cooked dinner, loaded the washing machine, supervised the children’s homework, washed the dinner dishes and utensils.
He stared at her through Saturday and Sunday, which were holidays, and which gave her time to do all the dusting, and sweeping, and iron clothes and bedsheets, which the maid had left undone.
After 90 hours of starting at his wife, he decided 90 hours at his office was better. Staring at his wife was too much hard work 🙂 🙂 LOL.
