Over here we are something to be viewed with suspicion, an oddment that doesn't quite fit in yet. I have been told, however, that there are now two groups of British househusbands that are big enough to arrange informal meetings in local parks. I don't know which is the bigger group, Croydon or Luton. Neither has a website. I have heard no rumours of a 21st century national convention.
Househusbands here whisper apologetically as they confess their apparent social androgyny.
Women who know me try to sympathise with me rather than celebrate with me. Those who don't know me stay nervously away. They natter in knots. Someone once said that a husband is what's left out of the lover after the nerve has been extracted. This lover had to have his nerve put back to become a househusband.