I officially hate my husband's university. Well, not his university, but I damn sure hate his department.
Let's just say that I should have seen the writing on the wall when his advisor tried to complement DH by insulting me.
DH got his annual performance review. Stellar, as usual, except that they complained that he's not around enough. They said something like, "We understand your situation" (i.e. they know that his wife is a Ph.D. student at another university, a university that is less prestigious than theirs, studying a subject which they think is stupid and in opposition to theirs) "but your presence around the halls will be more important as the job market approaches."
DH thinks it's reflective of the fact that they don't think a personal life is important (they're also mean to people with kids, by the way), but since many of these people have met me, heard about me, know what I'm doing, I'm taking it more personally. My interpretation is, "Well, your wife's program isn't as big of a deal as yours is. She should follow YOU."
This raises my hackles because it is not their place to say who should follow whom. It is a decision that should be made by me and DH. Not them. Not to mention it gets my little feminist knickers all in a twist. I had to work hard last night not to be pissed at DH as an extension of them.
Basically, what this means is that we're probably going to have to spend more time apart. Since I have a lot of TA obligations during the academic year, it means I have to be around A LOT. Otherwise, my professors, almost all of whom are women who have (or had) husbands, and most of whom have at least one child, are super cool about me going back and forth, as long as I get my work done.