I think I understand Shelo Asani Ishah - and another Pesach rant

You're stuck with a layabout husband who does nothing around the house. Monthly pains. A constant cycle of washing, cleaning, laundry, cooking, shopping, ironing. Pushing something that big through something that small. Constantly treated as an inferior - intellectually, financially, religiously. A second class citizen. If you haven't got a proper job on top of that then you are "just" a housewife. Merely a homemaker. I think I'm beginning to understand the Berachah Shelo Asani Ishah - thank you G-d for not making me a woman.

Then comes Pesach. It's not enough that you have to clean up and cook 6 meals for lots of people. No, we insist that every piece of dust is hustled out of the house. Dirt genocide. Ethnic cleansing of anything that may be mistaken for leaven by Mr. Magoo. A husband who can't help because he is too busy finding more things to be machmir about, to cause you more misery and agony. I'm going to say it again, and I demand every Rabbi repeats it ad infinitum. DUST IS NOT CHOMETZ. Shout it from the rooftops. Declare it in the press. Nail it to synagogue doors across the land written 95 times in big red letters by morning or I'll chop your balls off (film quote anyone?).

Wow, that felt good. If I help relieve the pressure one little bit for an overworked overstressed underappreciated unreimbursed person out there, I will have done my job.

Finally, to cheer you up before the impending redemption from cleaning and cooking, you must check out these two darn funny musical cartoons about Pesach - 50 cent comes to Seder and who let the Jews out.

TRK