Some mornings I wake up and think that I have been abducted by aliens during the night and taken to some other planet.
I know growing up in the sixties and seventies wasn't perfect, but my god it was far better than the utter, unadulterated garbage that is being spruiked and forced upon us now, by people with god knows what agenda.
Maybe they could have the little green man washing the dishes or doing some ironing, this would help men crossing the road with breaking down their ideas of the stereotypical woman.
