This book has sparked numerous editorials in the British broadsheets and tabloids alike, mostly from young females blasting this upstart housewife for having the gall to write a book suitable for Pleasantville, pre-color. During this explosion of media hype, one of my more conservative-minded male friends from Virginia quoted some of Ms Doyle's book to me, expecting an explosion the size of Mount St. Helen's. I pondered this new self-help doctrine for a while, checked out some of the reviews on the Internet and told him that if it made some women happy, then they could read it, worship it, whatever. There are women out there who honestly believe in this method of surrendering to their husbands saved their marriages. More power to them, whatever makes them happy.
People make a conscious decision to read a book, just as they choose what to drink eat.
I don't think that because this book could potentially be harmful to the women's movement, we should censor it, or forbid its publication as some of the more passionate editorials were suggesting. I must submit sexually to your husband at least once a week. This discussion started made me think about the role of a wife. I have never really contemplated marriage that much, or the significance of being a wife. The scary thing is, I thought about accepting.