Brandy, You’re a Fine Girl. What a Good Wife You Would Be…
Releasing the strange chains of the wife archetype
The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
Lyrics to “Brandy” by Looking Glass
Oh how I wanted to be a good wife. I guess I wanted to be a good everything — daughter, mom, friend, everything… But when I got married at 23-years-old, “being a good wife” was definitely the first thing I wanted to be amazing at.
The strange thing was that before that, I was a very independent woman. I was a computer programmer. I had a math degree. A life of domestic servitude was not something I had planned for or desired.
Until that ring went on my finger… and making him happy and comfortable was all that mattered.
It was really like a spell came over me.
If you asked my in-laws, they would not agree with anything in this article. To their deeply Christian, farm community roots, I was a bra-burning feminist. I had opinions. I had thoughts. I didn’t agree with them. My city ways did not fit well with the farm-life I had signed up for having fallen in love with a farmer.
Even I thought I was holding my own. I thought that I had retained my identity and…
