I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Slate’s new Dear Prudence sucks. From this week’s advice:
Dear Prudie,
I’ve been having an ongoing argument (13 years) with my husband. I do all the everyday house cleaning (dishes, laundry, bathroom, picking up). When I tell him to help with his share, he brings up the fact that I don’t do any outside house maintenance (mowing the lawn, picking up leaves, fixing the washer). Our grass doesn’t grow well, so I can count on one hand how many times he mows in a year. It has gotten to the point that when I get home, I feel like the dirt is taking over my body. Instead of being glad I’m home and seeing my family, I am upset and I grab the cleaning tools. I feel the only way to fix this problem is to not care about the dishes, clean clothes, or the bread that has its own fur coat. But I can’t do that. I need a way to get it through my husband’s thick skull that his help is needed! The reason I am finally writing is I just asked for his help, and the next words out of his mouth were, “Let’s have sex.” He fell asleep not getting any, and I was awake, angry.
—Cinderella
A reasonable enough problem, and one that notoriously affects many, many marriages. Prudie’s response? “Quit complaining and put out”:
Dear Cinderella,
I will address the male readers of the column: OK, gentlemen, it’s hard to believe, but let’s put aside hormonal shifts, depression, or your lousy technique as the reason your wives are not giving you more sex. If you want to get some conjugal action, how about turning to your wife and saying, “I think I’ll do a load of laundry.” As for you, Cinderella, this fight has been going on for 13 years. I’m not going to defend your husband, but you have to find a way to ratchet down your anger—it’s your rage, not the dirt, that’s taking over your body. The reality is that you’re always going to do the bulk of the inside work. As Dave Barry explains, men are essentially incapable of doing housework because they suffer from Male Genetic Dirt Blindness. So, what to do? Try a radical change of perception and consider that the housework is probably helping you live longer. There is scientific evidence that engaging in day-to-day physical activities like housework can burn a significant amount of calories. While your husband is beached on the couch, you’re running the vacuum and giving yourself a longevity edge. Can you afford to have the house professionally cleaned once or twice a month? If you can’t, find something else to cut back on so you can. Drop your expectations that your husband will spontaneously clean up, but have a discussion (pleasant, if possible) about specific inside tasks he will agree to do on a regular basis. (Then be prepared to remind him for the rest of your married life.) Sex does not cure dirt blindness, but having more of it will make you look better to each other.
—Prudie
A newsflash to human beings everywhere: Having a penis does not make you blind to dirt. Nor does it make you incapable of cleaning. Now, I also say this as a very messy woman who spends quite a bit of time with some neat-freak men. They can do it! Really! There is nothing inherent in that Y chromosome which makes the human male completely unable to recognize when his home is dirty, and which further disables him from cleaning up after himself. And it’s a pretty dim view of men to take, isn’t it? “Poor stupid dears, they just aren’t able to recognize a messy house. We can’t hold it against them.”
As for the tricks used to urge women to clean and be happy about it, Prudie can stuff those you-know-where. Cleaning burns calories? Sure it does. So does having time to go for a long walk with your girlfriends instead of running the vacuum cleaner because your partner did his share of the cleaning.
Sitting your husband down and giving him a list of chores, and then expecting to remind him to do his chores for the rest of your married life, is infantilizing and condescending. He’s a grown man. Surely he can have a look around and see what needs to be done. And surely Prudie can let this woman know that she isn’t in the wrong for expecting her husband to do something.
But that’s not all. From the same edition of Dear Prudie:
Dear Prudie,
I am having casual sex with this guy. I really like him. He says he isn’t ready for a relationship. How will I know when he is?
—Wondering
Dear Wondering,
When he stops having casual sex with you, you check out why, and you learn he’s in a relationship with someone else.
—Prudie
Because casual sexual relationships never turn into committed relationships. There are the girls you sleep with and the girls you marry, dontchaknow. And suggesting that Wondering, say, talk to the person she’s sleeping with about this would just be too easy.
Please, Slate: Fire Prudie already.