For some reason this has been taking up way too much space in my head lately. The concept of these “good ole boys”. I grew up around them and they still exist out in the country where I come from. Thankfully, both my oldest niece and my oldest daughter are breaking the cycle of entertaining good ole boys for life.
Do you know what I mean when I say good ole boys?
Marrying a good ole boy means at social outings you will always be the DD (designated driver). You may even have to drag them from their friends’ garages or shops, and get them home and into bed.
Being with a good ole boy means you’ll shoulder most of the parenting, especially when babies are young. You’ll also revert back to 1950’s gender roles where the woman will do 99% of the “housework”, while he naps in his recliner chair or tinkers out in the garage over a case of beer. His buddies will pop by no doubt, and it will end up being a late, late night.
What? He’s not doing anything wrong, he does work a fulltime job and provide for his family. He just likes to unwind at the end of the day and on weekends and have a bit of fun. He deserves it, doesn’t he?
My first husband was a good ole boy. I thought it seemed like so much fun, so exciting, as my Dad was definitely NOT a good ole boy and I found his lifestyle a bit boring.
He and my Mom went to bed together, at the same time each night. He never wanted to be entertained by his buddies. In fact he barely had buddies. The furthest he’d roam would be to my grandparents, one field over, for a quick visit and a coffee. Then back home he would come.
Looking back, my Mom was very smart to have not married a good ole boy and I hope future generations will ixnay the majority of them until they completely disappear.
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