His money is ours; hers is for Prada and Fenty, not CBC textbooks

We have been obsessed with the question of who wears the pants in the home since before they started ripping jeans around the knees.

For our great grandfathers, it was not a question at all; the one with the swinging equipment automatically wore the pants. The person who stole the other from a riverbank got to wield the sceptre of authority in the home. Understandably. If I carried your screaming body across plains and valleys, defying nature, wildlife and potentially murderous parents, it would be silly to then let you decide where the dried fish goes.