““bacon.” No, I do not bring home the bacon. At best, I bring home imitation bacon bits. “Fry it up in a pan.” When I announce that it is time to eat, my family doesn’t come to the table. They get into the car. “And never let him forget he’s a man.” No problem here. He won’t let me forget. I’m confused. Commercials on TV are telling me one thing while Aretha Franklin says I need r-e-s-p-e-c-t. Then I’ll feel like a natural woman. At least Mary Chapin Carpenter is honest when she sings, “Sometimes you’re the windshield and sometimes you’re the bug.””
