My need for equality was entirely personal. It didn’t take me long to notice, boys got a better deal, primarily because they wore pants. No one ragged on them to “act like a lady, keep your dress tail down, or keep clean.” My brother never dusted, washed a dish, changed a diaper, or made a bed. That was women’s work.
Actually at our house, everything was women’s work. Women were free to labor at any task: gardening,mowing, housework,cooking, helping in any way shape, form or fashion indoors or at the barn. The unfortunate men in the family suffered under restrictions. They couldn’t do women’s work. Daddy hinted at hormonal restraints.
i wanted equality for the men at our house. How awful they must have felt to come in at the end of the day just to sit down and watch the women and girls labor at getting a meal on the table, after we’d all been together all day. I yearned for equality!