PORN for HOUSEWIVES?

Battle of the sexes...continued.

Growing up in New Zealand in the 70s we had two TV stations -  TVNZ 1 and TVNZ 2.


We were more than happy that we had some choice. Pioneer spirit!


When we flicked on the telly at 6 30 sharp after dinner to watch the news, we had the choice of a gracious 50's prototype blond with tight perm on one station and her brunette twin on the other.

Today I am frankly overwhelmed and amazed by the choice. Over 700 stations on our cable box. 
Nobody can convince me we "need" 700 tv stations. But here we are in our high tech bubbles with WIFI invading our homes bringing with it telephone, web connection and all those tv channels for the price of 29.99 a month. A bargain!


A couple of weeks ago my french husband ( herein FH) opened our cable bill, ran upstairs to the office to make an urgent phone call. Stacking all the linen back in place ( as you do when you are a desperateanglohousewife goddess!) I heard him conversing in a rather, well, panicked fashion...
There seems to be an error with my account. It is for over 80 euros ( spurl of ahahahahahaha bonhomie nervous male laughter)....No I don't think that can be right...what?!.since October..oh right..well thank you madam...
Hangs up. FH walks briskly past me in the corridor and says, very tight lipped, quite pale...We need to have a little talk? 
I continue stacking, not really fully appreciative of being spoken to like a teenager by someone who is apparently my husband. Next thing I know my mobile buzzes. A message from the same...Bravo Susie for subscribing to a porn sation!


Curiosity drives me to the kitchen and my poor FH who is now nervously clutching a glass of wine...or was it a "tisane?"
Turns out we have been subscribed to a porn channel for several months. FH furious with ME..yes he thinks it is moi who has purposely subscribed. Actually couldn't contain my laughter, telling him the only porn film I have ever seen was at a student party in Sweden in 1986 called " The Goat"...need I say more, it totally abated any slight curiosity for this type of "expression."


But you are the only person who knows the code! I remind him gently that the code is ( now "was"!) his birthday, also known by both our children, both teenagers. Don't think we will be needing Hercule Poirot to solve this story. He begged me not to say anything to our son for fear of "embarassing" him. Mon dieu!!! Where did equality go?

Last week FH called me from Brittany where he was taking a sailing course. After filling me in on the Biggles-type adventures he'd been having he asked me what I was doing that night. Ah, I replied, staying in and watching some television...

Comments

  1. Anonymous27 June 2011 at 17:03

    French men!!

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  2. Anonymous27 June 2011 at 17:05

    no, make that just MEN! Do they not know that women are simply not into their kinky porno. Made BY men FOR men.

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  3. Susie @ DesperateAngloHousewives, Bordeaux27 June 2011 at 18:54

    @Anon...thanks for your comment. My FH would tell you,without him, I would have nothing to blog about

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  4. Jane, Paris28 June 2011 at 08:01

    Another great post. Love your touch!

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