I'm finally a suburban housewife. Honestly, it's my dream come true.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I don't know how it's going for my sisters, but as my 40s and Verizon bills and mortgage payments roll on, I seem to have an ever more recurring 1950s housewife fantasy.
Of course, after I retire I want to be the housewife, really.
I really enjoy acting. At home I can't even finish a sentence, and here I am reading these wonderful lines. I think it must be every housewife's dream, to be an actress part-time.
I'm not a housewife in any way.
The suburbs are the American dream, right? Living in a nice house, having a good job, a happy family.
I live in the suburbs, the final battleground of the American dream, where people get married and have kids and try to scratch out a happy life for themselves.
You can look glamorous even if you're a housewife, any job you have.
Being a housewife is not important to me, but I'm never happier than when I come home and shut the door.
I have too many fantasies to be a housewife. I guess I am a fantasy.
Some people in Hollywood think of me as a model for dramatic midlife transitions: suburban housewife to Emmy-winning actress. But I never plotted a master plan for following my dreams.