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Early this morning the wife told me she wanted to hire a washing woman since her back was paining her lately. "What.... for P 100 ?", I innocently asked. "No. P 300." was the snapped reply. I was apparently unaware of my state of ignorance in this particular matter... and ignoring the tone of her response, foolishly pursued the matter further. Apparently I had unintentionally ventured into a literal 'No Man's Land', where neither my male opinion or outsider cultural viewpoint on the matter was needed or wanted. The laundry thing must be a sacred women's domain thing with her I would soon discover because the issue didn't seem open to discussion.... she defended it like a Greek Amazon warrior defended their sacred temple of Isis. "Why so much?", I politely inquired. "After all, you soaked the clothes overnight.... we have an agitator washing machine to wash them. Won't the woman just have to rinse them in the tub, wring them out and hang them? You have a hose with running water. There aren't many clothes to wash. We don't really get them very dirty a'tall." "They have to be scrubbed." she curtly replied with furrowed brow. I could now sense that she uncharacteristically upset with me. I was now perplexed by her bizarre and unusually aggressive response .... what sort of button had I accidentally pushed that turned my sweet, always agreeable wife into something akin to a picketing women's Libber ? "Why do they have to be scrubbed ?.... I mean, they're not stained nor have any visible dirt and grit embedded in them? ... can't she just run them through two wash cycles instead of hand scrubbing everything as well? Now a days, most women in my country don't use scrub brushes and scrubbing boards for their entire loads.... that why we have machines with electric motors doing the work." I was trying to offer reason, but was just putting my foot in deeper now it seemed because she said, "OK. I'll just do it myself." Then she went silent on me and stopped responding. Realizing the error of my ways (sort of.... maybe she thought I didn't love her enough to alleviate her aching back by hiring help), I now began to apologize and exclaimed a new-found eagerness to hire a washer woman for her. I wasn't sure, but maybe it was too late. Maybe the damage was done. Seemed that way at the moment. "By the way, honey.... what's for breakfast?" I now cheerily asked, hoping I had defused the issue. "Rice and dried fish." she told me. She let it sink in for effect I guess...... finally after an eternity of scowling at me... she broke out into a laugh. Think I'll keep my mouth shut on this matter in the future. Only a fool picks arguments with the cook. I still remain in ignorance as to the Filipinas' steadfast fixation on arduously scrubbing all the clothes.