Arched Brows…

Calling All Women.

Marriage in your future?

Remember the 1950s when women went to college for their MRS degree?

Well… dust off the pearls. It’s back. Now with Wi-Fi.

Fast forward to 2026, where the internet, never one to miss a trend, has introduced Wife Schools. Yes, actual classes designed to help women achieve marital bliss by embracing traditional conservative Christian roles. The hashtag? #tradwife because nothing says modern empowerment like a rebrand.

The curriculum reads like a PuPu platter of domestic ambition…an anti-nagging stuffed egg roll, barbecued ribs (strictly from Adam), and fried chicken wings generously coated in submissive ranch dipping sauce.

For the uninitiated, a tradwife is a married woman who embraces traditional gender roles, including homemaking, child-rearing, cooking, cleaning while her husband handles the breadwinning.

Recommended daily rituals include greeting your big, strong, hardworking provider at the door after his grueling day at the office, martini in hand (shaken, not stirred), hair perfectly coiffed, dress pressed, posture poised, and opinions selectively muted.

All in all, 2026 is a fascinating moment.

Point in fact, young women are stepping away from organized religion, while some young men appear to be sprinting back toward it with a slightly retro interpretation of gender roles that feels less nostalgic and more concerningly sexist.

There exists a noticeable overlap between those cheering on the tradwife movement and those expressing robustly outdated views on women.

My Take.

Be whoever you want to be. Truly, but understand that there is no real freedom in financial dependence even if he lovingly pays for your Wife School tuition.

If your needs change and they will and he does not  evolve with you, you are not in a partnership. You are  in a contract with limited exit options.

I have always lived by my grandmother’s advice, which remains sound.

Have your own money.

Always.

Joint accounts are for bills. Shared life, shared expenses. Never under any circumstances, position yourself where you need to ask permission to exist comfortably in your own life, no matter how loving, generous, or well-intentioned the arrangement may seem at the start.

Amen,  Empress Syd, also known as grandmother.


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