Memoirs Of A Househusband
September, 1974
I Suppose it was inevitable that I would become a househusband. For one thing, I try to make a living writing and I work at home, and my wife works in an office and on a Ph.D., and it occurred to me early on that if we were going to eat at night, I'd have to do a lot of the cooking. Also, I am a sucker for downtrodden majorities, and women really have been mistreated. So while she's off at her anatomy lab, cutting up cadavers, I'm in the kitchen, chopping up chicken. And I like it. It even makes...
