The question that I pose to all:
Why do we, men and women alike, why do we believe in a person's lack of importance based on the amount and/or content that they say?
When reading a favorite play of mine (Death of a Salesman by A. Miller), I pour my body and soul into my reading. I cannot sit here though and merely just read for the sake of reading but, if you were in my house, there is always a discussion. My fellow sibling merely described Linda (the wife of the main character Willy) as "a typical wife who does nothing for the play whatsoever." Well, thank God I did not pop a bottle cap in my fellow spawn's buttocks.
Women have never been merely housewives. Even though we would all like to argue that in the Levittown sense of the word "housewife," there are only so many ways that a woman can starch a man's shirt. But these women did other things. If they only iron, clean, and bake, when did they make time for discussions. Every movie that depicts the '40s, '50s and early '60s housewives all show them having insignificant discussions with each other about the weather, hair, or another superficial topic. There is not a single way possible that those women did not discuss serious topics, and the fact that I am in a household with someone who believes that women in a play that appear to say something without matter, does not mean in any way shape or form that I am, for some reason, another idiot.
