Married men really go through it. Cold meals. Cold feet at night. Mandatory celibacy. Being called by their first name. The silent terror of living under a dictator. On top of everything else, though, nothing trumps the microaggression of having to deal with the raw versions of their women. You see, the version of herself a woman projects to the world looks nothing like the one she settles into at home.
As any man who has been in a long-term relationship will tell you, there is such a thing as ‘putting one’s face on’, a highly-detailed and ritualistic three-hour regimen that women get up to in the morning. There is also the reverse of this process, a much quicker, much less delicate process. You see it when they arrive back in the house after a long day of doing life. Seconds after crossing the threshold, a woman will slither out of her outside skin like an ageing snake.