The Metaphysics of PuppyDom and The Rejection of The Trad Wife

The 'trad wife' tradition has become a hollow vapid illusion of something virtuous, yet another outdated tradition frozen in time allowing the parasitic demoralization of men. I purpose a new neo-tradition of intergender dynamics to take its place. First we must debunk the 'trad wife's' virtue in today's modern industrialized age. As somebody who has actually taken the 'Ted Kaczynski' pill before, living for a period of time in a canvas tent with no modern conforms everything was manual to merely shower was to haul water, to start a fire, to carry a bucket. To wash clothes was a similar ordeal, things that take the modern lifestyler a matter of minutes become hours. From this context, we can extract respect for the 'trad wife' of old, but within the modern industrial age of convinces the 'trad wife' becomes nothing but a hollow vapid parasite existing only not living. One may argue that children are what give purpose to her existence, but this is only true if those offspring are homeschooled, the advent of mass childcare and school has the majority of her waking hours no less burdened by them than the working man. Her days are spent in social drama, mindless consumerism and adulterous sexual desires as a remedy to her hollow souless existence rather than life. So what can be purposed to replace this tradition of a 'housewife' to replace a bygone tradition that now degrades its adherents to a life of the parasitic mundane? Enter the metaphysics of the 'puppy' the life of a dog may seem mundane to those whose thoughts only skim the surface of the sea of thought, however the dog's life is rich in purpose and meaning. The dog is constantly at their master's service, constantly analyzing on a subliminal level their master's deepest desires, moods, emotions, a true window to the soul, the realm of the material superposed on the metaphysical. A dog is at the unconditional loyalty of their owner. Even when starved, a dog will always return home. The dog always looks to its master's eyes, into the soul, transcendence from the material, for the dog, with its master, has broken free of judgement and therefore dualistic thought, the beginning of ascendance from their own ego. The love of a dog is unconditional and by that lack ofconditions it transcends into the metaphysical, beyond the material conditions and transactional nature of our reality. So I don't want a 'trad wife', an identity hollow of meaning in a modern age and an excuse for her to decay her metaphysical meaning in the world, to be vapid, to embrace materialism and reduce love to a transaction while narcissistically outfacing to society as virtuous when in reality she has reduced her self to material by the nature of the parasitic relationship itself. My thoughts skim more than the surface of the ocean, I see things for their true nature, so I say replace with 'trad wife' with a puppy, burn down the institution of the housewife. Give me only a woof, woof and be my good girl as we march towards the new tradition in the new age of metaphysical transcendence of the material to the unconditional love and loyalty of spirit, the metaphysics of the dog. I ask you to slaughter your own ego at the altar of your masters. Though the lack of conditions therefore transitional material nature, it transcends the physical, the measurable therefore enters the realm of metaphysical which is holy. It's literally a relationship of a heavenly order, if God intended us to have relationships it would only have the purity of PuppyDom.