I’m kind of fascinated by the whole #tradwife idea on Instagram. It’s a lot of dressing in 1950s clothes, taking care of your man and homeschooling a passel of children barefoot while feeding chickens and milking the occasional cow that you just happen to have in your backyard.

And praying. There’s a lot of praying going on there which makes sense as you would need all the help you could get in this situation.

I lived this reality for a bit, substituting goats for the cow and guineas for the chickens, but otherwise that was about how it was. OK, not the clothes. That was more bra-less in sweats, but I was born during the Eisenhour administration, so it was more of a hippie vibe.

Anyway, on to this gal here. She looks like she’s ready for the kids with her fertile egg and cling peach breasts. And a salmon mousse halo seemed to be exactly what she needed here. Mousses and congealed salads of all sorts are very 1950s - 60s. From my memories of church pot lucks, they are best left in the past, too.

To all the #tradwives out there, I hope you find fulfillment in whatever you choose to do. For real.