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Ideal for: Bright young blondes from Essex.
Job specifications: While your useless husband is out in the village
square, talking about how many angels can dance on the head of the pin, or
comparing the world of ideas and the world of things and how it all has to
do with shadows dancing on the walls of a cave, you have the responsibility
of feeding the children. As Greek women were only slightly more respected
than Greek philosophers (at least you weren’t beheaded) your income had to
come from doing the laundry, gathering grain dropped by the harvesters, and
assisting at winemaking—a nasty, squishy job that involved long hours of
dancing on grapes.
Drawbacks: The task of finding the food and cooking it wear down your
nerves, and it is inevitable that you occasionally nag. Your tirades are
documented for the rest of the world to read in the Dialogues of Plato,
where you are unfairly labelled as a shrew. Meanwhile, your husband is
declared the Father of Philosophy.
Perks: At least you know he isn’t cheating on you. No other woman would
want him.
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