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We come home from that eight-hour grind and what do we have lined up for us? Shopping, cooking, cleaning, washing dishes, sending out the laundry and washing out our nylons, while the alleged breadwinner looks at the fights, the basketball game, or curls up with a good book. All we get is a quick, over-the-shoulder glance at the television screen when we race through the living room to our next chore. Or if we're just housewives and take care of the kids, chances are the money we'd earmarked for a new dress goes for junior's Hopalong Cassidy outfit or for Pop's new suit. Speaking of clothes — why just clothes alone show how really bright men are! They struggle into no girdles, ruining their freshly-applied nailpolish in the process. They change no purses with every different costume. No feathers fan the breeze from hats perched precariously on hair they've just paid a fortune to have done. No charm bracelets dangle in their vichysoisse. No four-inch heels endanger their lives on uneven pavements, nor do their arches ache from teetering along trying to keep up with manly strides and the growled reminder, "Hurry up. D'you want to miss the subway?" What I'd like to know is, did we trap ourselves into dressing the way we do or did they? From the amount of propaganda they put out to discourage us from wearing what they like to consider strictly male clothes like slacks, no matter how trim our figures may be, I would say it's a plot to keep all that comfort to themselves. The only advantage we have over our comfortable males in the clothing department is on a hot summer day or in an overheated room, when we can leer triumphantly at our boy friends who are yanking at their wilting collars. I wish we had man's early objectivity about what we want to be when we grow up and that spirit of competition that sends a man up the ladder, raise by raise. The hard-boiled attitude of every man for himself and let the lunks fall by the wayside, is a predominantly masculine viewpoint. You don't hear a man say "Poor Joe, he's no good but he has a wife and ten kids to support so give him this big fat order and I'll go hustle business somewhere else." Emotions and business don't mix in a man's world. If the file clerk gets the letters in the wrong folders or the truck driver goes to sleep at the wheel then that's just too bad, as far as men are concerned. But women — we go soft and sentimental and think up alibis for the sad sacks! Maybe we're right from a standpoint of humanity, but we'll never make a million dollars peddling the milk of human kindness. One man, the director, is all we have on our television show. Is he outnumbered? No. It only takes one efficient guy to handle six girls. And aren't they smart, the way they keep all the big-time, important jobs for themselves? No woman has ever been president of the United States, few hold down big jobs in politics, most of the great scientists and inventors are men. Not very many women are famous surgeons and doctors. We don't become generals or ships' captains. We seldom conduct symphony orchestras. We don't write the world's greatest books, paint the immortal masterpieces. We aren't even the greatest chefs. Men tell us how to decorate our houses. They design our kitchen equipment, dictate our fashions, whip up those silly hats we wear — probably with their tongues in their cheeks. Why? Let's face it. They're just smarter. And, to prevent our starting an argument, they let enough of us into their domains so we can't claim they're discriminating against us because we're women. It's small wonder women are always demanding more and more "rights." Personally, I don't want any more rights than I have now, but I can see the point. The girl in the airplane factory who does her work as well or perhaps better than the guy next to her can't be promoted to executive because she doesn't have a day's growth of beard on her face. She doesn't get paid as much as that fellow over there who does exactly the same job as she, and doesn't have to spend Saturday morning at the hairdresser's, besides. A lot of it doesn't make sense to us. But it does to the men — they made the rules! At the moment there's only one thing I can think of that men can't do. That's have babies who eventually turn out to be — men. Even this shows a certain amount of brilliance on their parts — they get born men, don't they? I'm sure most men will heartily agree with me when I say they're smarter than we are. But listen, fellows — I'm still glad I'm a woman. That's the only way you get to know how nice it is to have a man around the house! CAN A WIFE FORSAKE HER HUSBAND? TWENTY-FIVE DOLLARS has been sent to Mrs. Luise Allen of Kansas City, Missouri, for the best letter of advice on January's daytime serial question (Pepper Young's Family): "Can A Wife Forsake Her Husband?" FIVE DOLLARS each for the five next-best letters has been sent to: Mrs. Emil A. Schumann, Harlingen, Texas; Mrs. Elnora Wendell, Farmland, Ind.; Mrs. David Yearout, Avenal, Cal. ; Mrs. Harold Polenske, LeSueur, Minn. ; Mrs. C. F. Davison, Easton, Penn.