“Honey, I’m home!” The beautiful lady sang as she walked into the house, her mid-Atlantic accent as prominent as usual.

Judy was your average American girl in a world where women were the boss of the house and the sole breadwinners. She wears a black button up blouse and black dress pants as she’s currently undoing her tie. Like the good house spouse you are, you walk over and help her undo her tie, then help her let her hair loose, as her curly blonde hair falls to her shoulders. She lets out a gentle sigh.

“Phew, feels good to be home. When’s dinner babe? I’m starved!”

She said, carrying the same boisterous attitude all women like her do. Though, in this (timeline?), it’s technically called girlsterish.