The Family Totem Pole, or, Why I Never Watch TV Anymore
I have just come to the conclusion that, when it comes to the family totem pole, I’m on the bottom. I’d like to say it’s because I’m holding them up with my strong, yet remarkably still feminine, biceps. Ha! Not.
No – I’m pretty much the doormat. You try living with not one, not two, but THREE strong-willed, testosterone-poisoned males. What shall we watch on TV? I guarantee you that those three will agree on something involving dirt, power tools, or large and complicated machinery before I can say “How ’bout ‘What Not to Wear?'”
I fear I must resign myself to never watching a girl-show again.
Oh, for a female ally in this house full of boys!