Couldn't I just hire a housekeeping service and thus get all of the "clean house" and none of the "mindlessly subservient wife to freak me out with that glazed look in her eyes"?

I dunno, seems to me like it cuts right through all the bullshit in this whole "Prairie Muffin" thing and gets to the point. I get someone to do my housekeeping for me, I continue having to pay bills and stuff like I would have whether I married a Prairie Muffin or not, nobody gets demeaned and stripped of their rights or dignity or purpose in life, there's no giant clan of shrieking miniature humans to suck up space and resources, and Miss Muffin Mix over there gets the chance to meet a man who will let her pay the gas bill every once in a while.

And on a marginally related note, you'd damn well have to be modest to wear an outfit like this. Chaste. Bashful, even! In fact, I think this leaves the airspace of "modest" and blunders into the anti-aircraft sights of "self-degradation."

...heeeeeeey, I think I get it now.