Days of My Life

There’s an old feminist essay by a similar title where the author espouses the virtues of having a wife, and she goes on about how she wishes she had one to perform all of the duties pertaining thereto. I’m sure that she no doubt could never have imagined that there would be a time when a woman actually could have a wife. But I would like to borrow from her train of thought.

If I had to have a wife, I would want one like Michelle Obama. Everything about her says “class.” She stands by her man. She IS his rock and anchor. Her support, her love–they’re real, and that’s a type of change in the White House we can definitely count on. Just as absolute power corrupts absolutely, absolute love builds absolutely. Mrs. Obama has got the game on lock.

She creates the space for me to touch on an idea that I’ve been crafting for print for some time. Women have completely misappropriated Proverbs 31 as though it was written for them. You know, the virtuous women spiel. In actuality, that was a mother’s advice to her son on the type of woman he ought to choose. Men need to reappropriate that advice and claim it as their own. Mother’s, once again, need to teach their sons the virtuous qualities to be sought in women who are fit to be their wives.

I imagine that somewhere in his lifetime someone taught Barack well about whom to choose and how. I imagine that he listened carefully as did the son in Proverbs 31, and I know that in so doing his choice of virtue became its own reward.

Michelle Obama is what I would want in a wife for my son, or my brother, and even my future husband. I declare to you today that, like Judy Brady in the 1970s, I want a wife. Let me have Barack Obama’s wife as the next First Lady of the United States of America.