Maybe it's because I grew up around the heyday of feminism but the song Wive And Lovers always seemed somehow wrong to me. I remember the confusion I felt hearing Jack Jones calling a wife (someone's mom) a "little girl". Why would you do that? They had those...things...that Lisa Bigalow didn't have. Those things the woman at the pet store had that you could see because she had that macrame top and didn't mind you staring at them. Stare at Lisa Bigalow and you'd get punched. And her mom didn't even have that book with the word "Ladies" crossed out.
If you're here, you probably know Wives and Lovers. If not, the five-second synopsis goes like this
Seriously. No wonder Betty Friedan got pissed. "You want me to put on makeup before you get up, cook you a full breakfast, raise the spawn, have dinner for you when you get home, clean the dishes, put out at the drop of a hat AND manage the delicate balance of speed and valium that keeps me from killing you? Wake up and smell the coffee, Mister!"
Not everyone fell for the trap of feminism and self-reliance. Pick the right guy and you've got a maid to cook the breakfast and raise the kids and if you really get the right guy, he'll be able to write your prescriptions. BONUS!
Lois Wyse belongs to the pre-feminist 70's. You may find it hard to believe, but Love Poems for the Very Married sold 200,000 copies. All but 5 were bought in Manhattan. I kid. None of them were bought outside of Manhattan. In order keep my position here at WMFU, I'll only post Side One of this spoken broken word album.
A note of caution - you will hear not only crappy poetry, but swingin' jazz "stylings", whimiscal arrangements and a control freak husband whose sadisitic idea of a good time is to cover his wife's face and ask her to guess the time.
You know how you hear black people say how they heard first hand about slavery from their grandparents? This is kind of the same thing - except with upper middle class white people.