That Feral Housewife

Hey there!

I’ve been on the internet for awhile, just like you and I find that there’s a lot of topics that aren’t talked about, and a lot of things that are talked about too much. 

I know I was born in the wrong generation. 

I could care less about politics. 

I don’t give a fuck about being a corporate bitch and “breaking glass ceilings”. 

Put me in a kitchen with some babies, a homestead and a man that loves me FEROCIOUSLY and is proud of it  — that sounds like heaven. 

So if you’re like me and was born in the time period too – join the feral club. We’re done being quiet. But we won’t be in the streets either. We’re just done hiding. 

So wear that off the shoulder sweater and let the grandmas whisper. Throw on your apron and worship your man in public and let the feminists gasp and clutch their butch haircuts. 

We’re old school traditional women and we’re done rolling over. But our priorities are our own homes, and our own communities. Not CNN. Not Washington. 

Oh, and take out those brownies, I bet they’re done now in the time you read this!

TFH