Its clear that novelist Kathy Lette, in publishing her book; 'How to Kill your Husband" is cleverly tapping into the big market of dissatisfied, disillusioned, middle aged woman. I see and hear plenty of them hanging around in the coffee shops, gyms, and spacious open plan kitchens of W. London.
Men haters seem to be everywhere these days. Most are having a fantastic life and continue to blame their man for it! I can’t wait to write my full riposte to Kathy. It would be along the lines of stop blaming your own midlife crisis on the easiest target possible – your husband! Regarding the woman’s needs for more tenderness, thoughtfulness and happiness – oh and great sex of course - but only when ... you know..., she must know that men actually just want the same things as her.
Further, its not easy for us ‘Neanderthals’ (I think this means men here) to instinctively know the priorities for ‘helping more around the home’ when our homes are at times quite clearly made as if they are nothing to do with us. We do try to feel excited by this spring’s bright colour schemes, and the more complicit amongst us may also develop opinions about curtains! It seems that the solution for many woman is to frequently provide us with lists of domestic ‘to do’s’. I see these poor chaps wondering around, lists in hand, furrowed brow, clearly under pressure to tick off as many items as possible in the vain hope that their married lives will cease to become a constant battle to try to stay one step ahead of the whirling dervish they have indoors. Kathy admits to behaving in the same way, ‘running around in a demented state’ yet this is conveyed as a multi-tasking skill unobtainable to the slothful, paper reading, you’ve guest it… husband, who in her view takes women for a ride.
Kathy has many double standards; woman in her world frequently have flings, men are adulterers. Woman who leave their marriages, break from shackles, are free and triumphant, men are adulterers. Woman have yet more flings with their friend’s ‘semi grown up son’s, and men, as you know by now, are filthy Neanderthal like adulterers! Regarding cooking and hugging, and many other personal and social activities that are meant to be beyond us men, I personally do indulge in both as frequently as possible. I also read the paper, an activity that we are told we do to often and one that really does seem to annoy, I will admit however sometimes in secret!
Come the revolution, men will not take the blame anymore from woman ‘of a certain age’ and they will not have to seek permission in order to enjoy the comforts (i.e. sit on for more than a few minutes,) of their own newly delivered sofa from DFS, which they did not choose, whilst reading the paper.