I Blame the Patriarchy linked to this article at TheSmokingGun.com. It's a must read. Once you start you won't be able to stop. Here's a brief summary. (I can't even list all the highlights because, as The Smoking Gun admits, there are just too many.) A certain Mr. Frey is a whack job and has created a Wifely Duties contract complete with the exact length to which she may trim her pubic hair, including how often, and also on which special occasions (like monthly photoshoots) she must shave even if it isn't on the schedule. She must be naked within 20 minutes of when the kids go to bed, she can only wear thong underwear (unless she's menstruating - how accommodating), and her birthday present to him must be a sex toy of some sort.
You gotta love a guy who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to ask for it. "Love" in this context meaning "wrap your fingers around his throat and tightening until he stops flailing around."
Mr. Frey and I would not be a "match" for the simple fact that I enjoy shaving almost as much as I enjoy vacuuming.
Ignoring the content for a minute, please note the larger letters beginning each section. I believe they are illustrations of the sexual persuasion. Where can I get that font? Seriously.
You gotta love a guy who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to ask for it. "Love" in this context meaning "wrap your fingers around his throat and tightening until he stops flailing around."
Mr. Frey and I would not be a "match" for the simple fact that I enjoy shaving almost as much as I enjoy vacuuming.
Ignoring the content for a minute, please note the larger letters beginning each section. I believe they are illustrations of the sexual persuasion. Where can I get that font? Seriously.
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Mr. Frey, you are not my match. Good luck in your dating endeavors.
Oh, and note (last page) that it's not a contract -- it's a list of instructions.
My favorite is the loss of Good Behavior Days if she doesn't perform what is demanded of her "with enthusiasm."
Someone really should castrate this guy.