Rosie Millard
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After 14 years of matrimony it is beginning to dawn on me that I’m a bad wife. I’ve done the childbirth thing – very enthusiastically, four times – and I think I’m okay at mothering. I don’t shrink at getting up in the night to sort out a wet bed, I can knock out a Little Woolly Lamb fancy-dress outfit with five minutes’ notice and I can do a mean school project on whatever subject necessary.
I’m a passable adult, too: a lovely dinner party guest, a loyal friend, daughter, sister. But as far as doting wife goes, I think I lack form.
Indeed, only this morning I shouted a bit at Mr Millard before selfishly going for a run, only to return an hour later and shout at him again for not taking the dog out. I think I even called him an idiot.
Of course, I love Mr Millard but do I dote on him? Do I look after him? Do I nurture him when he is ill? I’m not at all sure that I do. Our set-up is based on equality, you see. We were married in the 1990s, not the 1890s. He’s a better cook than I am and has a much better bedside manner.
But does all this equality make him happy? When I murmur to him at 6am that he can probably find the paracetamol himself and could he, by the way, make me some tea, I am doubtless enhancing the female cause of parity in matrimony. But am I enhancing his life?
Do I have supper prepared and a drink ready for him when he arrives back from work? No. Do I ensure that the house is immaculate and the children freshly spruced when he turns up? Not really. Do I even change for supper? Unless you count getting into pyjamas, no. But today I’m going to do my best.
What has brought this on is a survey, published last week, which compared the perfect 1950s housewife with her 2008 counterpart and asked 2,309 men what kind of woman they preferred. The majority seemed to prefer living with feisty modern babes rather than glorified butlers who change for dinner. But can that be right?
Chez Millard, in any case, it is 1955. For one day. And we are about to put the survey to the test. At 3.25pm it dawns on me that if I’m supposed to be living in the 1950s, in the next three hours I must a) have dinner ready, b) tidy up the house, c) light a fire, d) organise the children for inspection and e) tart myself up. I already feel exhausted.
While the children eat baked beans, I start preparing “a favourite dish” for their father. Usually, of course, it’s the other way round. I decide this shall be those 1950s favourites coq au vin and plum pie with cream. Halfway through the exercise I realise I have no plums, so a lightning dash to the Coop must be factored in. With my apron still on.
At the Coop I grab a bottle of tonic for Mr Millard’s G&T. It takes me about 10 minutes to find it. I realise this is because it is about 15 years since I last made one. Well, we usually share a bottle of wine over supper. Drinks before a midweek evening meal seems a totally antiquated custom, rather like dressing for dinner. Yet when I was young I remember my mother changed most nights before we sat down to eat.
Back home I knock out the pastry and do a bit of hasty tidying-up. Of course, the notion of Mr Millard arriving home off the 6.20 from Water-loo, like a 1950s dad, is a myth. Thanks to wi-fi he has been working from home all day and is stationed in the living room reading the paper.
By the time the coq au vin is bubbling nicely, Mr Millard has gone out somewhere. Where? I don’t know. But presumably it’s not for wifey to question his actions.
In the bathroom I light a Natural Magic “tranquillity” candle and freshen up with some “intense mineral destress body polish”. I bet the housewives of Anthony Eden’s Britain never had holistic treatment candles and detoxifying exfoliators. It was Pond’s Cold Cream or nothing.
I open my cupboard and select a G&T-style dress to wear. “Where are you going?” ask the children. “Oh, I’m just changing for supper,” I trill brightly, rootling through my underwear drawer. “What are those straps on your legs for?” says the five-year-old. “Oh, these are just suspenders, darling,” I say vaguely, hoping my unusual lingerie will contribute to the retro mood. Well, you’ve got to do the 1950s thing with aplomb.
Of course, wives have been bombarded with advice on how to conduct themselves for centuries. Amazon lists more than 3,000 titles, including the Daily Guide to a Better Marriage, the Muslim Marriage Guide and A Couple’s Guide to Boosting their Marriage Libido. Last year’s Christmas bestseller, Don’ts for Wives, first came out in 1913 and is full of peerless advice such as: “Don’t expect your husband to be an angel.”
Mostly husbands in these guides tend to be presented as amiable types suffering appallingly boring days, who are in desperate need of a wife not only for an immaculate house and children but also to give love, comfort and solace in sackloads. And there’s nothing wrong with that.
It’s about time for Mr Millard to come home. “Children, line up!” I say to the junior Millards, some of whom are now bored with this game and must be physically manoeuvred away from Cartoon Network. So, when we hear the key in the lock, everyone is lined up, faces shining, hair brushed, arguments abated. “Shut up, everyone,” I cry. “The house has to be a place of peace and tranquillity.”
In he comes. We cluster about him in a spirit of rather unfamiliar welcome. The younger two look wildly around, almost as if they’re expecting the Easter Bunny to come hopping in alongside him. Well, Daddy doesn’t normally turn up with such a hullabaloo. I remove his coat and deftly present him with a G&T. His face brightens. Even though he knows this is a game, it’s still a good moment. “Haven’t had one of these for years,” he murmurs, sitting down on especially plumped-up cushions while I remove his shoes.
From then on it’s rather a breeze. There’s no cooking to do since supper is already prepared. The children are ready for bed. I smell of ylang-ylang and detoxifying grapefruit, plus I’m in a cocktail dress. With stockings. We have a delicious meal at the disconcertingly early hour of 7.30pm.
He talks to me about his work. I shut up about mine. Normally, I’m afraid, it’s the other way round. I allow him to fall asleep in front of Fiona Bruce. And when we venture upstairs, I remember that my duties as a perfect wife are not quite over.
Which wife would you prefer? Post your comments below
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I love keeping house and taking care of my man. We have a mutual respect for each other and the role we play within the family unit. Besides, he always returns the favor :)
Sharon, Libby,
I feel women behaved this way out of fear. If their husbands were unhappy, they could stray. The humiliation would be devistating in that era. Women typically did not work then. Andif they did, the pay was hardly sustainable. They needed to cater to, wait on and keep their men happy to survive!
Terri, Salt Lae city,
I think the ideals of houswives and husbands in the 1950s are appalling!I would never behave this way,I am a mother not a maid or cook. He is a grown man and not a child,I do not wait on anybody nor will I ever!I have a very successful career and I am happy to live this way!All others should as well
Kelcie, Astoria, USA
To Mr. Klein, M.D., Your M.D. did nothing for you. There's no way any woman will "put out" for you(no matter how desperate)after having to spend an entire evening speaking to you. Like it or not, all humans need emotional closeness. Your attitude towards females has clearly left you a sad old man.
clara, Stepford , USA
I love being home and taking care of my children and my hubby I'm not the perfect 1950's wife and I'm not sure I ever want to be, but I must say there is a lot more to be said for the way things used to be done as apposed to the way they are done now.
Sophie, Saratoga Springs,NY, USA
The 50's Housewife is a dying breed and I am determined to bring it back to my home...I consider it freedom and very liberating to be home serving my family where I set the rules and mood over serving a "boss" for a paycheck. I work from 6am-10pm.EVERYday, -29 yr old Homemaker,Wife,and Mom to 3
Tera Johns, Burton,
i think theres good and bad things in both times.
i think its to late to go back but it would be an idea to have a balance. wifes can go to work and share chores. but when she becomes a mum thats her work . wife and mother . and her husband should appreciate her for it. tina
tina miles, filey, england
As a child of the 1990's, marriage hasn't really crossed my mind yet (Ok, I'm lying, I've thought about the day plenty but not the institution). However, If and When I find the right man, if these are the things he wants from me (like the dinner on the table thing, although the suspenders might be quite fun!) then their wouldn't be a wedding because I have too much respect for myself. Don't get me wrong, my grandmother was a wonderful woman, and a shining example of a 1950's/60's housewife, she had degrees in psychology, teaching and God knows how many other things yet she was happy to sit at home sewing, cooking etc. That was perfectly fine for her and for anyone else who feels that way and I'm sorry but I have a mind, talents and thoughts of my own and it would never be enough for me. I will never be a woman who is held back by men and I need all of my contemporaries male or female to respect that or our whole relationship structure is just not going to work.
Becky, Studley, UK
Get yourself a fashionable, non-Muslim Asian spouse and you'll think you have returned to the 1950's via time machine. But one piece of advice: On no account take her to UK, or Feminist indoctrination will quickly turn her into the type of woman you left Britain to avoid.
Andrew Milner, Yokohama, Japan
I admit to being a hardy survivor of the 1950s and yes, it was an era of hypocrisy and cant. A man peed scent and a woman was expected to be part Clydesdale, part tart and a third part Florence Nightingale, plus two children. To anyone out there who imagines the fifties were flirty and fun, I can assure you they were unremitting work. The sixties were marginally better and by the seventies I had a good job and didn't have to pretend that God was my partner. By the eighties he had become a compulsive gambler and the whole marriage had turned very sour. By the nineties he had the grace to drop dead, olé, olé, olé! This time I started living all over again. Many lovers, many trips overseas, enough even to give Lonely Planet pause and as I flick back my pony-tail (natural brown) and think about the tummy tuck I've just had and I love my life alone and, having looked over the edge of the abyss, I revel in every moment of it. Marriage is like religion, invented by men to control women.
Venise Alstergren, Melbourne 3142, AUSTRALIA
Although it's less than PC these days to admit it, but I'd rather have a doting significant other than a "modern" woman. I consider myself a modern bachelor in a cosmopolitan city, so modern women are in no short supply. While I enjoy when a woman picks up a dinner tab, having an intellectual conversation with an educated woman, or when a woman is "sexually liberated", I long for a woman who prioritizes her partner's happiness.
This isn't seen much anymore because, I surmise, women who grew up during the liberation era are embarrassed to be domestic at the expense of their happiness/career/goals. I imagine that everyone wants someone who understands that they've had a hard day and will listen to them. It seems that more and more women want men to be the one that listens, understands, makes money, and takes care of domestic issues. I'm not a bad cook, but with my busy career I'd rather have someone who takes care of the domestic issues while i bring home the bacon.
Russell, new york, ny
When I got married in 1961 my Granny gave me one piece of advice, put everything you have into the marriage, and expect nothing in return, if you both do that, you will have a happy marriage. We were married for 45 years before my husband died in 2006. Yes, we had our ups and downs through the years, but I wouldn't have changed him for the world.
Coral Stone, Enger, Germany
You know after reading the article, I'm not convinced the author actually cares about her husband. She treats him in a condescending manner prior to "the game" and even during it, her attitude comes off as though she's mocking him.
It's not often that contempt is written up as love, but it is here. Heaven forbid she actually pay attention to his wants and needs on an ongoing basis.
Zombie, River city,
Being extra nice (with sugar on it) to your other half is an integral part of your marriage and the very reason you got married in the first place unless you're a gold digger.
No wonder the divorce rates are up if people feel ashamed and liken themselves to servants if they dare to pamper their partner.
And anyway, why sneer and giggle at the private lives of your grandmothers and grandfathers, who more often than not stayed married all their lives?
Roswhita, London,
If you went out for a run, why on earth didn't you take the dog with you? You would prefer to have it all your own way and then create a fight about it afterwards. That doesn't sound like a responsible spouse to me.
Colin, London, UK
Agree wholeheartedly with Nick from London (with some minor edits)
"It is precisely because most men nowadays fail to act as proper '1950s' husbands that I - and most of my female friends - refuse to marry.
Why on earth would we want to live with some vile man who makes our lives a misery rather than a pleasure? The funny thing is that these same men then complain that women are not willing to 'commit' to marriage - too right we're not! And you are the reason why!
Women do not need men. I own my own home and vacation where I want and am doing very well, thank you. Sex is readily available and by keeping men at arms length I have a very peaceful home life too. I am the master at work and I expect to be the master at home too.
Why would I want to spoil my present bliss by taking a man who fails to treat me properly?"
Kate, London,
The obvious comment here is that these days, both men and women in many relaionships go out to work, either because they want to, or have to, and so the wife doesn't have any time to do all of these duties even if she wanted to.
I think in that situation that there has to be some equality in who does what in the house, and maybe some give and take as to looking after each other's needs.
I think in a situation where one partner works and the other is at home looking after home and family, there's nothing wrong with being responsible for the home and making it look nice. The biggest problem these days is as I say, both partners working and therefore time is too much of an issue and therefore it's all too easy to collapse into one's sweat pants at the end of the day with a ready meal.
I think makin gan effort for each other is important though, and that on both sides.
Rebecca Short, Birmingham, West Midlands
Today's women need a 1950s wife too...
P Williams, London, UK
that sounds lovely. i wouldnt mid being a wife like that. but i work full time and sometimes my husband gets home before me. if i worked part time id be more than happy to oblige.
EVEE, stoke,
Thankfully, what has changed nowadays is that either the man or the woman has the opportunity to go out to work and be the breadwinner or the one who stays at home (that is if you are fortunate enough not to be one of the many couples whose lifestyles depend on both parties going to work).
If you are in this fortunate position then I see nothing wrong with one person taking responsibility for a smooth and relaxing home environment for the person who has been out (or in) working all day to return to. Marriage is a team, which does not mean that one half gets to skive (regularly) whilst the other one puts in the hard graft. There is nothing demeaning about cooking, cleaning and looking after the other half of the relationship who is out working as hard to earn the money that allows you to live the way you do. What matters is that both parties deserve mutual respect.
svf, bristol,
Can I have both, please!
John Heenan, bath, uk
It is precisely because most women nowadays fail to act as proper '1950s' wives that I - and most of my male friends - refuse to marry.
Why on earth would we want to live with some vile woman who makes our lives a misery rather than a pleasure? The funny thing is that these same women then complain that men are not willing to 'commit' to marriage - too right we're not! And you are the reason why!
Men do not need women. I own homes here and abroad and am doing very well, thank you. Sex is readily available and by keeping ghastly feminists at arms length I have a very peaceful home life too. I am the master at work and I expect to be the master at home too.
Why would I want to spoil my present bliss by taking a woman who fails to treat me properly?
Nick, London,
This column gave us gales of laughter at 6AM central, daylight saving time in Missouri. Thank you,thank you-best laughs we've had in years! Jim & Miriam Butt
Miriam Butt, Columbia , Missouri/USA
Thank goodness things have moved on. Back in the good old days men did not get married they "took on a woman". Women were brought up to be dependent and basically incapable outside their domestic domain. The whole arrangement was degrading for all concerned.
Men had it all their own way did they? Imagine how destructive it was to have to do all the thinking for two. It is not their fault but there are plenty of elderly widows around who cannot do the simplest thing because "hubby used to take care of that" . No wonder "hubby" has gone first
D.L Stephens, York, England
Watching the lives of the fifties wives, my mother and her peers, is the saddest memory of my childhood. They were middle class in terms of their husband's incomes but poor in terms of emotional wealth. Some drank, many took prescribed valium to subdue the depression which doctors blamed on the menstrual cycle or menopause. Their families took them for granted. Their husbands had control and took advantage. If the wife wanted a new dress she had to ask the breadwinner or at least bear the questioning when the checkbook was balanced. I don't remember a single happy marriage and they did not improve once the nest emptied. It is human nature not to value those things, and people, that come too easily. It is better for each spouse to have the ability to stand independently while choosing to stand together.
CJW, McAllen, TX
It might me nice if each partner had a turn at being pampered.
Good on you for taking the first turn, now do you think he'll do the same for you?
God bless the man who can cook and knows what a vacuum is!
L. Fraser, Sebastopol, USA
I think, in this case, it is a wife who has gotten it her "own way": fourteen years of treating her husband with such cheerful and public contempt and yet still being able to count on him to be there for her and the children. This article will do nothing but enrage legions of wives and mothers who really did "dote" on their husbands and nevertheless found themselves abandoned. I hope Ms. Millard will think a little of the single mothers who would love to go to bed every night counting on the fact that there is someone next to them who would be only too willing to bring them their 6am tea with no expectation of even a mumbled "thank you, dear".
Nell, New York, New York
If I was confronted with the 50's wife I would spend the evening wondering what horribly bad news is about to crush me into oblivion.
I'm, happy (most evenings) making dinner. The wife helps out around the house and that's ok. We both play world of warcraft together while watching TV. And neither of us drinks much at all. So Keep the 50's I love the 00's.
Bill, South RIding, USA/VA
When my husband has a horrendous day I great him with a drink (actually, I put it next to his chair in front of the TV as a sign that he can take the night off) and try to do something special for dinner (like call for take out)... and he does similar things for me when I need some care. Mutual pampering is a way to ensure a good marriage; the gesture doesn't have to be extravagant, but showing that you care when your partner needs a little extra support is key.
So the 1950s housewife act can be fun, sometimes, but probably not daily. I'm guessing guys want it about as frequently as we women want them to play the knight in shining armor. Once in a while is great, but more than that it gets stale.
Kathy, Boulder, CO
It is precisely when such old roles are no longer threatening that they become more suitable for light play (as opposed to those heavily into some sort of role-play).
Capt. Billy Whizbang, Riddington, NY
I think most of the comments are pretty cynical Why should marriage or a live in relationship mean women should stop making an effort It might help a lot of people if this sort of caring attitude was adopted. Men would react well and hopefully be equally caring. I look around and see many unhappy marriages with snappish wives and men who must wonder why they said 'yes' Well done Mrs Millard
cherry, london,
I was a fifties wife for 10 years, it worked well-then kids all at school I went back to work but was still expected to do everything as well as a full time job.
I think todays marriages with more give and take are much better.
peggy robinson, Sedbergh, England
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I so remember the good atmosphere; that relaxed evening ending in a mutual cup of ovaltine at around 10pm and bed. (Ovaltine ! - we were only 22 years old!! hahaha)
antony, reading, UK
Guess we can tell who had a bitter divorce among the responses. It's nice to pamper your spouse. We both cook gourmet and otherwise. When one is sick, its bedtime and get waited upon ,dragged to the MD when necessary and other one becomes the trusted advocate to make sure the best health care is always available. After all those years of getting my and the childrens' breakfasts, I turned the tables in retirement and get hers and we enjoy breakfast in bed every morning. When those "getting older" aliments make it tough for her to do some the household chores she wants to do, I do them instead. Sometimes not without disagreement, but I win. What happens in a marriage all depends on what the individuals thought marriage was all about. to begin with and how long they expected it to last. Till death do us...
Jim, Roscoe, USA
How many men can afford a 50s wife? A few investment bankers maybe, but no one else.
The economy has shrunk since then.
Malcolm McLean, Bradford, UK
Wonderful! He looks after her - she looks after him. Instead of everyone looking after themselves.
vanda, London, UK
Millard--With apron, cocktail dress and coq au vin, our writer takes her husband back to a time when men had everything their own way
You're kidding me, Rosie? Back in the good old days men were little more than slaves. Before women lost their marbles by deciding to work themselves to a early grave like men, middle class women with disposible income had it pretty good. They shopped until dropping on hubbie's dough following a lunch with the girls.
Back in the day very tough divorce laws meant the wife really owned you lock, stock and barrel. Guys had no choice but to live with their youthful mistakes until (usually prematurely) death did you part from Mrs. Ball & Chain.
Now it's a man's world. Marriage and family is an option rather than a cultural norm. Even in my late 60s should I post a personal ad, with 48 hours my mail box is filled with responses. Who needs perosnal ads? A kind demeanor and dinner is all most guys needs to get women of any age to put out.
MARK KLEIN, M.D., OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA
I think Chaucer's Wife of Bath would thoroughly approve of this idea, if only for one evening. So, hopefully, would my wife. But if she says no, I'd still prefer her as she is.
Tim, Auckland, New Zealand
A real-life human one, with a bit of dignity who doesn't wait on hands and knees to look after me, like a family dog.
Emily, Bedfordshire, UK
That sounds nice for a brief change. I don't know that I could live like that all the time. I rather liked the G&T followed by dinner. Being left alone to fall asllep in front of the TV? That's great.
I think that lifestyle is like a seven course dinner; it's fun once in awhile but tedious after that.
Akinyemi Okocha, New York, NY, USA