That didn’t exist, either, Vena. That was Beaver Cleaver’s mother, and a host of other monumentally nonsensical, ridiculous notions perpetrated by the nascent TV industry, telling my mother and me as a child that yes, you too can be gorgeous while vacuuming and cleaning up baby shit. Just as much a line of crap now as it always was. Yet, because TV told us it was so, we bought it hook line and sinker.

Who were the TV folks? Men. The advertisers? Men. The producers? Men. Shall I go on?