You’ve undoubtedly heard it all before: housewives from the 1950s weren’t as happy as those hand-painted photographs depict! They hated their husbands and the enslavement that came with the misogynistic bastards! Don’t kid yourselves, those domestic goddesses were miserable! Damn the patriarchy!
I admit, the “chronically outraged” are an exciting group to stomp around with, but comparative marital and familial bliss has caused me to take a pregnant pause and question: did anyone actually ask any of these 1950s housewives themselves? Were those primped and pressed wives and mothers really so depressed and oppressed?