Well see how things work themselves out? My mother would’ve died laughing if my father wanted ironed sheets — not that he ever cared about such things. There’s a big difference between honest, chosen work as a housekeeper, and the oppression and indignities the black women in my family endured. Scrubbing floors makes some people feel happy — and a bit morally superior, apparently— and that’s a cool story, too. It just isn’t my story :-).