Housewife, or lazy gold-digging wench?

Yesterday I was reading Monica Mingo's "Randoms of a creole princess" and sorta did my own in the comments... one thing in particular I actually wanted to write about on here. Yea. Finally. lol.

I used to think I didn't have a "passion". I'd see all my friends striving to be something... wanting to do something. Law school. Med school. Act. Model. Make clothes. Teach.

Then there was me. The girl who was good at everything, but didn't really care for anything. Sports. School. Management. Work. Doesn't matter, you name it, I can do it... with ease. But I never felt compelled to be anything, or do anything in particular. I had no passion -- and it was evident.

Then I realized, I AM passionate about certain things. I LOVE entertaining. I love cooking for friends, and my boyfriend. I love cleaning -- well. I love a clean apartment, and cleaning to music or a tv show is fun for me. I don't know if I necessarily love it. lol. I love when my bf comes home and the house smells good, I look good and I have a glass of wine, or shot of hennesy, waiting on him and he smiles. Hell, I love when he comes home. I love talking about hair. I love working out. I suck at decorating, but I love making our place feel like home. Creating a sanctuary.

I'm in love with being a housewife.


In this economic climate, it's not as easy for many families to be single-income. I get that. In this era of post-women's lib,  it seems like women who want to be housewives are judged as lazy and gold-digging. I get that, too. In Los Angeles County, the city where it seems EVERYONE has a corporate dream, or Hollywood dream, or just any old business dream, people look at anyone who wants to stay home like "what's wrong with you?" I get that, too.

But it's what I want. Stay home. Make a home. Be on committees, join book clubs. Learn new recipes. Figure out how to decorate. Work out. Learn to sew. Learn to Plan a wedding. Entertain. Support his career efforts. PTA, anyone? (Well, when we do have kids). Write a book, maybe?

I want to do all of these things, and more. So. At what point will my friends and family understand that?