Jacob's home life (from my perspective) suuuuuucked. His wives either hated each other, or acted like it. His wives' maidservants got to be non-people to bear children for their mistresses. Nontheless, the children from each given mother formed their own little factions.
The worst part to me is that Jacob got home one night and discovered that his plans for how the evening was going to progress were meaningless. He had been purchased for the low, low price of some mandrakes.
That story does some things to me, viscerally. I feel sad for Leah that she needed to resort to this behavior to get attention from Jacob. I feel deep sympathy for Reuben that he got drawn in some small way into his parent's bedroom politics. (This is nightmare fuel for me)
And of course I cannot help but wonder how Jacob did not start flipping tables when he found out just how rotten his wives were being to each other and how they had essentially reduced him to a commodity to be traded for in their war against each other. From head of house to hired stud in one move. I would throw such a hissy fit that no-one in the house would look me in the eyes for weeks. I would break furniture and use ugly language. GAHHH!
Anyways, while it is easy for me to say that I understand the doctrines surrounding polygamy better every day; I can't say that my gut is quite as optimistic. Forgive me for displaying my deeply rooted misogyny, but when Solomon said "Which yet my soul seeketh, but I find not: one man among a thousand have I found; but a woman among all those have I not found" I bear a measure of witness. How does a man master his house with the insanity that women (no disrespect intended) bring when they get together?
Or is this whole rivalry thing not really a big deal, and Jacob just really let it get out of hand?
ps. It was slightly cathartic to type this. I feel a little better already.
The worst part to me is that Jacob got home one night and discovered that his plans for how the evening was going to progress were meaningless. He had been purchased for the low, low price of some mandrakes.
That story does some things to me, viscerally. I feel sad for Leah that she needed to resort to this behavior to get attention from Jacob. I feel deep sympathy for Reuben that he got drawn in some small way into his parent's bedroom politics. (This is nightmare fuel for me)
And of course I cannot help but wonder how Jacob did not start flipping tables when he found out just how rotten his wives were being to each other and how they had essentially reduced him to a commodity to be traded for in their war against each other. From head of house to hired stud in one move. I would throw such a hissy fit that no-one in the house would look me in the eyes for weeks. I would break furniture and use ugly language. GAHHH!
Anyways, while it is easy for me to say that I understand the doctrines surrounding polygamy better every day; I can't say that my gut is quite as optimistic. Forgive me for displaying my deeply rooted misogyny, but when Solomon said "Which yet my soul seeketh, but I find not: one man among a thousand have I found; but a woman among all those have I not found" I bear a measure of witness. How does a man master his house with the insanity that women (no disrespect intended) bring when they get together?
Or is this whole rivalry thing not really a big deal, and Jacob just really let it get out of hand?
ps. It was slightly cathartic to type this. I feel a little better already.