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Another day, another day for Lori Alexander of The Transformed Wife to spread her gendered upper class lies of the Victorian times. Lately Lori has been giving out advice to unmarried young gals and bemoaning that more women are embracing equality than her outdated ideas.
For me this morning her words were downright infuriating! If I had followed Lori’s advice I would be floating away. I just flew in yesterday from my annual U.S. shopping trip. We’ve been having creeping flooding problems at the house this fall, hard rain for an hour or more will see water creeping up over the lanai and slightly into the living room, just beyond the doors. We’ve tried various solutions, having gutters installed and routed away from the house, adding more rock around the house and other things.
Right before the trip I had decided to put a few towels around the glass doors/walls that lead to the lanai while I was gone. Usually that’s enough in a hard rain to stop it from coming into the house.
When I unlocked the doors yesterday around 2 pm it was obvious we’re had a small amount of water in the living room, and it had drained quickly out. I shrugged, unpacked and made a mental note to call our contractor and order a French drain put around the entire house leading to the back wall.
Last night I’m sleeping hard. The cat tried to wake me up around 3 am, but I swatted him away. When I got up at 5 am the entire house flooded, including my never flooded bedroom, to the depth of 2 inches.
This morning devolved into moving myself and the kitty to our guesthouse, sitting near the gate a good four feet higher ground than the house. I have set up a litter box, food and water for my cat. I’ve run down to the Walmart to grab the last few things the guesthouse needs to be perfectly functional as a place for me this next week. I’ve talked to the pool company that services the pool, and they are coming today to turn the pool pump to pump out most of the pool so that the water in the house will drain into the pool. They will have to come back to pump all that bad stuff out of the pool, clean, fill and sanitize. I’ve run to the grocery store to get cleaning supplies and food for Stinky and I. I’ve contacted our general contractor to come out in a few days to install that French drain, and agreed on a price. Moved everything I will need this week from the house to the guesthouse. Scheduled a cleaning crew. Moved furniture, putting some up on cinder blocks. All before 10 am.
Did I consult my husband in any way, shape or form? Nope. He just knows we have water in the house and I said I would do what I needed to do to fix this. He trusts me to make the right decisions. He knows I am capable of dealing with the situation and solving it while he is several thousand miles away. Did I mention that the roads in this area have flooded out while I was doing all these things? Heavy, heavy rains in Guanacaste are doing a number on more than just I.
What would Lori do? What would she advise? Likely moving to a hotel while waiting for hubby to show up, make the decisions, plan the plans, hire the contractors and cleaners, do the stuff. Lori would be sitting there, doing who knows what all. Smiling, submissive and flipping useless as jpgs to Helen Keller.
I cannot express how incredibly furious this type of attitude makes me. I don’t have enough middle fingers to demonstrate my rage against Lori’s Victorian advice. The only reason I’m telling the tale of my morning is to illustrate how one of Lori’s main points of her ministry is just not practical on any level at all. Does anyone really live their lives that way? I don’t see how.
We, as people, tend to do those things we much do to keep on moving and grooving, no matter what type of codswallop others spin in an attempt to control others. I suspect even quiverfull fundamentalist mommas would have done all the steps I’ve outlined above. Deep down they know that the ideas of gender roles, no matter how much lip service they pay to it, just do not work in real life. You do what you must, no matter how unpleasant, and adult on like a champion. Unless you’re Lori.
If you are Lori you do de nada, except order others around to do it your way, which is inaction in the name of gender roles supposedly imposed by the Bible. To me that is the worse thing about Lori’s impractical unrealistic words, she’s saying them to impressionable young wives, who do not have enough life experience to know what she is spewing here does not work out in the real world of adulting.
If your stomach is strong enough Lori is having quite the ugly conversations on her Facebook right now about the Me Too movement, sexual harassment, gender roles and painful post-menopausal sex (not true for everyone post-menopause!).
How is it even possible to be so wrong on every single level of life?
I’ve poured out the gallons of bleach and as soon as the rains stop will be manning a large squeegee to remove the water out of the house. Lori would sit be sitting on her derriere. Poor Ken, all the responsibilities fall on his thin shoulders.
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