I think he’s calling it the minimum for keeping a stay-at-home spouse without worrying about paying the bills.
I really only want one thing from men (one particular man, in fact) - to realize that housework is no longer “women’s work.” Somehow in our great and glorious sexual revolution we forgot to really nail that one down with the guys.
Hello.
This is the third time in a year I find myself saying this to a man:
Lizard, please consider dating a better class of woman.
Right. Good luck.
I sense the vague outline of an overall theme here, but I just can’t put my finger on it.
What I really want from cats . . .
I want you to realize that if you’re going to beg for food you’d better let me pet you.
I want you to realize the great outdoors isn’t.
I want you find the damned mouse.
I want you to realize the bath, brushing and vet visit are for your own good.
I want you to let me clip your claws.
I want you to purr just a little louder.
I want the white cat to stop sitting on the dark clothing.
I want the black cat to stop sitting on the light clothing.
I want you to greet my company and let them admire you.
You want a dog.
Or cats that act like them.
Yeah… Mythbusters rocks.
never mind…
If I was in your life, you’d never even have to ask, it would all come without asking.
You need different women.
I like Mythbusters and I’ve never watched Oprah. 'Course, I’m a married SAHM. 
In bestowing wisdom on the Err Apparent, I have distilled paternal advice down to a simple formula: avoid any woman with more than two cats.
Amen.
I didn’t pick this user name out of a fucking hat, you know.
I can’t speak for others who meet your specifications, but I’d given up on bars by my 30’s. You could have found me in bookstores, science fiction conventions, volunteering for an animal shelter or other organizations, or Mensa, of all outfits. It’s where I met my fiance. Frankly, I don’t care for the company of the sort of woman you described, so I tend not to hang out with them.
Then again, what do you expect from a woman who’s never heard of “The Hills” and watches Mythbusters every chance she gets. How was last night’s episode?
Im in yr house, eatin yr fud, y mouse?
Last night’s Mythbusters was pretty good…they tested whether you could blow up a vehicle by lighting the stream of gasoline from a leaking gas tank, then whether you could actually stamp out a burning line of gunpowder before it reaches the keg. And then, of course, they had to see if a keg of gunpowder could actually be blown up with a line of gunpowder as a fuse. Big Boom!
I just want to see their tits.
Ahh, so it’s “know” in the Biblical sense. Good to, uh, know.