Isn’t this every woman’s dream of marriage—where our sulks will be rewarded with trips to better climates, where our husbands will catch sharks and leave us alone to read books about deep water until it’s time for drinks?

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— I’m sorry, I’m a bit distracted by how much I want to punch the wall right now after reading this. Oh, whoops: I must mean “by how much I want to retire to a darkened room to cry like a girl and make notes on interior decoration and clothing because that’s all that ties me as a writer to other women.”