Monday, March 13, 2006
The whole little-house-on-the-prairie thing of yesterday got me thinking about ... domestic bliss.
All these years I thought it was all about irony, and I guess as a way of describing a generation of women, then yes, it still is about being ironic.
But, I think it does actually exist. Domestic Bliss.
I can be hit by a moment of DB when the entire houseload of washing has been completed, washed, dried and put away.
or, when I have changed the sheets. Clean fresh sheets, 100% cotton - white, bliss.
Cleaning the floors can often yield a momentary sense of satisfaction, maybe not as far as bliss, but its good.
The thing is with all moments of bliss, spiritual, orgasmic or otherwise... they are only fleeting...
But at least it is real, and I can acknowledge that.
I don't have to feel like I am selling out the entire female population, when I when I feel joy at baking a perfect cup-cake.
Let them eat cake!!
[ Image is from a Coen Bros Website ]