There were days when husbands, nagged by their wives for being a slob, not picking up or cleaning up, doing the dishes, laundry, or other work around the house, could get away with it by playing an animal kingdom video: after lazing about, yawning and sleeping, while the lionesses pant and work a whole day to bring down prey, the lion saunters up lordly to the kill, driving them off, and gorges on the choicest part. No more, unless they risk direr consequences than nagging, like divorce.
The toil of housekeeping, coupled with child raising, is now widely appreciated with vocal demands for its elevation to a multi-level profession of expertise and skill to be certified and degreed. However dignified and ennobled, its hardship is bound to motivate women, whether highly educated and professionally trained or not, to get out of the house to find a job and make money to hire others to do the work, especially in times of full employment. But this exodus from home in turn creates shortage of labor willing to stay there and jacks up the wages. Gone are the days when one could get a babysitter for a song, maybe a meal or two and some change. Now $25 per hour is the going rate. Someone fresh off the boat with no schooling or English can hold out for a fully furnished HVAC room plus a substantial salary, say $3,000 a month as a live-in. Moreover anathema are job titles like “domestic help” or “au pair”: it is “domestic care provider” on the same level of respectability as lawyer, doctor, or engineer. As a result, unless the wife has a 7-digit or higher income, the job that enables her flight from home ends up barely paying the domestic hire at home, making no financial sense.
That’s why a slob can no longer cite the indolence of the lion as argument for his preferred lifestyle. He must either earn enough to afford a domestic provider or get off his butt and serve as one. Of course the logic is double edged and cuts both ways. Wives, if the traditional roles are reversed, you bringing home the bacon and your spouse staying home, treat your “house husband” with respect and pitch in.
A comment on the female leonine docility touched upon above. It’s mind boggling why the lionesses put up with the lion’s brutish conduct with no consideration for his female folk. Granted he is stronger than any one of them but, highly intelligent team players, they can easily gang up on him and tear him to pieces in no time, if they have a mind to. Instead, they slink away from their fruit of labor to return for the leftovers after his departure.
In obedience to some genetic code fashioned over millions of years of evolution? But evolution is supposed to promote the survival of the species. How does the pride benefit from the lion’s utterly selfish behavior? As a mighty defender against harm? The only threat he ever responds to seems the appearance of a stray male trying to muscle in for a piece of the harem. To secure his sexual security he fights off the intruder with life and death ferocity but the benefit to the pride or species is dubious: the intruder may have donated superior genes. From their growls and hisses of unmistakable though futile anger as they skulk off to let the lion feed, they clearly question the wisdom of their gender-wide deference to the brute but are unable to figure out the next step: coup d’etat. At least their human counterparts are not that dumb and would, given the same provocations, up and throw him over and run off to the first stranger that comes along in a heart beat, no matter he turns out just as brutish or worse.