Saturday, February 12, 2005
Dusty on the mantlepiece
Yesterday I found myself walking behind a young couple in their twenties. They held hands, she in a cyan frock with pretty flowers and he in an outfit most drab and forgettable. They seemed very much in lurve. And they were talking so I walked quietly behind and eavesdropped.There was lotsa blabber, again themselves most dismissable. But I remember her saying something...
about how girls from this particular singaporean secondary school were groomed to become trophy wives. how she herself came from this school. I wondered if she considered herself one.
I sniffled a laugh and marched past them, thinking what in the world makes a 'trophy' wife. Issit a lady who sits patiently in the house, looks pretty and allows others to wait on her while she indulges in her whimsical fancies; a female who stays indoors and manages the household, making sure her family remains intact and socially-presentable; or a lady who is independent, capable and diligent be it for work or family.
Looking at the above I'm mildly surprised that there seems to always be a child or two involved. Then of course comes the question, will we ever level a similarly disparaging 'trophy husband' snub against the male species?
lux at 2:39 am