Alex arrived home from work the other day and found me in an unusual position.

For me anyway.

I was on my knees scrubbing the bath tub.

Most of you would know I am domestically disabled and, while I am great at chipping in to keep the little things tidy, when it comes to the big stuff, I am much better at paying someone to do it.

But my regular cleaning company was busy and we had people coming over, so what are you going to do?

Anyway, on the same day Alex found me in my oldest clothes, wearing an apron and elbow length gloves scrubbing the bath while singing off-key to Madonna, news broke that Dante Moore’s book ‘ The re-education of the female’ was a best-seller.

The unmarried 33-year-old computer engineer, who admits to never having found true love, advises women to stay thin, obey your man and dress in sexy clothes while cooking and cleaning if you want to remain the Mrs.

It also contains such gems as “Men never really ask for anything. They command. And believe me, what you won’t do, 10 broads around the corner will”.

Charming.

But women are lapping it up.

Which begs the question: are we that desperate to hold on to our man, or catch one in the first place, that we would willingly step into the role of a Stepford Wife?

There’s a reason that old movies show the 1950s housewife swilling vodka martinis and championing the “ pill for every ill” .

Sure the outfits were great, but there is a reason there was change.

And it has been my experience that men, well real men at least, like a little bit of a spark in their women.

I couldn’t stand it if Alex agreed with me all the time.

I’d be bored out of my brain in about two seconds.

Sure, those first two seconds would be fun, but the novelty would wear off very quickly.

And I can’t imagine it would be any different for men.

Real love, real partnerships and meaningful relationships are not dependent on what you wear when you clean or how often you have a meal on the table by 6pm.

That is just the gloss.

The real stuff is about how well you complement each other, if you make one another laugh, how you support one another and really listen to what your significant other is saying.

So Mr Moore you can kiss my tiara.

My cleaning clothes will remain the same as they always have and if I get home first I’ll consider making dinner and I’ll maintain my current weight to please me, not my husband.

And then how about we revisit Mr Moore in 10 years time and discover who is happier?