As a 1930s wife, I am
I love how they clarify "failure" in parenthesis after "very poor," in case you think "very poor" means "totally awesome". Apparently, as a traditional wife, I am a complete and total failure. And according to the test, I am one dangling bra strap away from standing over my trailer park hot plate, the mac and cheese burning; a cigarette dangling from my toothless mouth; the screaming bastard children in their tatty rags playing with matches on the flea infested rug.
Sorry boys, I'm taken..
(Thanks, I think, to Chelle for the link.)