Tracie Egan Morrissey has a pointed reaction to a New York Magazine fluff piece called “The Retro Wife.”

Both articles are worth reading, especially if you have the time and the inclination to furrow your brow, roll your eyes, and, as Tracie Egan Morrissey elegantly notes, “feel flames on the side of your face.”

I also like to think Tracie Egan Morrissey would count me among those feminist housewives she imagines reading her article. (Hey, Tracie.)

And I know that Lisa Miller would never have wanted to interview me for the story she wrote, because I do not think women are better suited to raising children than men. (Nor would I, under any circumstances, have laundry on my floor or dishes in my sink were Lisa Miller to come to my home.)

Look. I’m a wife. I’m working. For now, without pay, raising the kids, managing the home, volunteering at the school… I do what I gotta do, like any spouse is supposed to. Like any spouse wants to. 

I’m highly educated. I’m not religious (in that it doesn’t dictate my life choices or gender expectations). I have ambition (now that I’ve gotten over a little bout of insecurity right after I had our children), but I’m patient.

I’m a good wife. There are a lot of us out there, feminist or not.

Not much to write about, but it’s at least worth noting.