Hoover in spite of his failings as President did represent all married men in a way that affected us all deeply and profoundly. I can assure you that whoever it was that did switch on the lights had to be a woman.
They have been doing this for years, as my mother used to say to my dad when he thought he was in charge:
“You may think you are the head, but I’m the neck that turns the head!”
Wow, pretty heady stuff, yet true! I would ask my father for something and he would say:
“Go ask your mother.”
He was you might say: AHEAD of the curve.
As I got older, if I needed something and my father was standing there I would eliminate the middleman and go to the real head of the government by asking:
“Where’s Mom?”
But it gets worst. I got married and married my own neck. Just like Dad, I became a quivering shell of a man, following orders that were planted in my head making me think I thought of them.
The kids call home and I answer:
“Yejellow?”
“Where’s Mom?”
“She went out to spend down our treasury before taxes.”
“When is she coming home?”
Sometimes they are really talkative and this happens:
“Yejellow?”
“Eh! Is Mom home?”
This adequately covers the conversation because I can then go back to checking the inside of my eyelids.
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