What a striking contrast between your upbringing situation and mine. We lived in a new development populated by transplants from other places, highly-educated men (most had PhDs) and stay-at-home moms. The zeitgeist was traditional that way. Only one neighbor woman I knew had an outside job -- our next-door neighbor, Mrs. A., who was the manager of a Holiday Inn. The gossipers snarked about her and how her husband "couildn't keep her at home where she belonged." She was also my mom's best friend. The next door neighbor mom on the other side had a BS degree in biology but didn't work outside the house; her husband was an older guy with a PhD, as was the husband of the other gal. Mrs. G. started a preschool at their church and taught there as well, once their kids were all in school full time. There was a bit of gossip about her as well but since she had a traditional female job it wasn't as bad as it was for Mrs. A., the manager. An interesting side note about Mrs. G. (the bio BS holder): Their two daughters, one my age and the other my sister's age, grew up to become veterinarians; the older one taught at (I think) Penn State as well. But their younger brother dropped out of college and is a Trump-worshipping RWNJ.
fighting the revolution.
Little Boxes
Malvina Reynolds
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes all the same
There's a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
And the people in the houses
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same
And there's doctors and lawyers
And business executives
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same
And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
There's a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same