We were young; we were smart; we were looking forward to the world of work. And when we graduated from Oxford University in the early 1970s, my wife and I (we've been together 33 years) thought we'd have it all. We'd both have successful, satisfying careers. We'd have enough free time to travel the world and do fun stuff (you should have seen the shirts and dresses she used to make). We'd share in our kids' upbringing and divide the chores. We were convinced that the world of stay-at-home moms and job-trapped dads had ended, oh, sometime around 1969.
We were...
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