By the time I got married and my kids came along, it was that generation with the first so called house husbands. My wife was a nurse, and I stayed home with the baby and did all that stuff.1 It was a huge adventure in my life, I mean partly because it was a matter of choice. It wasn’t imposed upon me. But it was part of that new kind of social experiment where people were letting each other — even in my little provincial part of the world, were letting each other try this stuff out, and it was great, and it changed all of us.2 And while I don’t think the world has been turned completely upside down as a result, it has enlarged lots of people’s lives and given them more opportunities to live a different way.
But we are a peculiar lot in the West. We tend to valorize people who live these very overdetermined dumb lives if it seems traditional, in appropriately exotic way. But we — their kind of a bit suspect of their our own traditions.