When my 15-year-old daughter recently announced to me that she wants to be a housewife when she grows up, I got a bit of a shock. Whatever task I was doing was put aside; it was a bit of a bombshell to drop on a Saturday afternoon.
60 years ago, of course, this would not have been a strange ambition nor a bombshell. In fact, for most women, this would have been their lot in life, and a very happy, fulfilling and no-questions-asked one at that. I have always struggled with the notion of being a housewife, but there is no getting away from the fact that I am one.
