I want a parent

Reading “I want a wife” raised an interesting question to me. What if I wrote the same essay for my parents. It made me think, I want a parent. I want a parent who cleans my room and does my laundry. I want a parent that lets my go where I want and stay out past curfew but not question me about who I’m with. I want a parent who doesn't expect me to do the dishes, or not stay up too late. I want a perfect parent. But on the flip side, I’m sure my parents want a son. They want a son who tells them exactly where he goes. A son who stays home for dinner and comes home before curfew. They want a son who does what they ask exactly when they ask; like the dishes or laundry. They want a perfect son. One of the biggest takeaways I got from reading the essay was how much of a double standard that people hold for the people around them. We feel that others owe us a service that most of the time we don’t even want to offer to them.

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  1. I like how you twisted the viewpoints of the original piece in order to further construct the theme in the double standards wivesfaced during the 1970's.

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