The Telegraph addresses the abhorrent concept of the wifely duty:
Why is it suddenly fashionable for women to brag about how little sex they have with their husbands? Because in their quest for independence, writes the provocative American writer Caitlin Flanagan, today’s exhausted working women have neglected one thing…
So pity the married man hoping to get a bit of comfort from the wife at day’s end. He must somehow seduce a woman who is economically independent of him, bone tired, philosophically disinclined to have sex unless she is jolly well in the mood, numbingly familiar with his every sexual manoeuvre, and still seething over his failure to wipe down the worktops after cooking the kids’ dinner. He can hardly be blamed for opting instead to check his email, catch a few minutes of Match of the Day and call it a night.
Given the curious alchemy of feminism, which transforms anything women choose to do into a crucial element of liberation doctrine, confessing that one has given up sex has become a very right-on and empowering act.
Perhaps you’re more likely to wind up in a sexless marriage if you’re foolish enough to marry a career woman, but at least you can count on getting screwed in the divorce.
I’ve never quite understood why some women get their thongs so twisted about the idea that there is a sexual duty attached to marriage. After all, no one is making anyone get married these days. I’d like to see how many men would still marry if their fiance informed them that she did not see providing sex as her responsibility. I’m guessing that figure would be below 5 percent.
What I find weirdly irrational about most married women, even the more traditional wives, is their screwed up sense of priorities. No wife has a problem with her husband eating at a restaurant or hiring a cleaning lady, and yet many of them place a higher priority on everything from cooking, cleaning and watching TV than on having marital sex. It makes no sense, especially in today’s pornotopia.