In Australia, farmers have been wanting wives since white people first invaded this land and inappropriately attired women in corsets fainted from the heat and returned, chastened, to their chilly homeland.
They’ve been wanting wives in a televised, competitive fashion for eight seasons. This, the ninth, sees yet more farmers and yet more potential wives courting one another for our amusement.
In typical Farmer Wants a Wife style, the opening credits see our six new farmers gazing wistfully out across their lady-less properties, stoically riding horses without a woman sitting sidesaddle on her pony beside them, and crying in the shower completing manly farming work without a girl waiting on the verandah to welcome them home with a home-cooked meal.
“For farmers, loneliness is a way of life,” host Sam McClymont intones. “But tonight, love returns to the land!”
Here follows a montage of the farmers all looking somewhat gormless, mouths agape.
According to the Farmer Wants a Wife wardrobe department, all farmers wear Akubras and silver belt buckles. ALL OF THEM.
The producers of this show want you to know that these men are salt of the earth. They are Aussie battlers who deserve wives willing to set aside their own careers and travel to the country to engage in a fight to the bitter end with other women to secure themselves a future of pulling calves from cows’ vaginas, baking pies, and learning about the intricacies of crop rotation.
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Excellent summary, great laugh! Though ahem, perhaps they'd better not laugh ...
I'm a farmers wife, and I don't know of any in my social circle who have set their careers aside to become a farmers wife. As I mentally look around the farmer's wives that I have spoken to in the past fortnight, I can see - two lawyers (one with her own business), an accountant, two school teachers, a nurse, a Community Development Officer, a child welfare worker, a pilot (with her own business), and a cleaner. These "real jobs" are in addition to being mothers and contributing, active, partners in the multi million dollar business that is a farm these days. Oh, and in their "spare" time, most of these women do bake pies (and cakes, and slices) - they go on fundraising stalls for the school, the local charity queen contestant, the Scouts, the RFDS. I suggest you pull your patronising head out of your city-centric arse, and celebrate the hard-working, talented, multi-skilled women that rural Australia relies on.