As a 1930s wife, I am
I make a barely adequate 1930s wife, and I’ll tell you why:
– fails to wash the top of the milk bottle before opening it? Yes.
– gives [The Fella] shampoos and manicures? No.
– slows up card game with chatter and gossip? Yes.
– tells risque or vulgar stories? Oh, hell yes — this one time, I told a risque or vulgar story in a burlesque club, when we were between acts, and I … Oh.
I fare much better as a husband.
As a 1930s husband, I am