I belong to Bridegrooms Anonymous. Whenever I feel like getting married, they send over a lady in a housecoat and hair curlers to burn my toast for me.

Framed as a mock “support group,” the joke treats the impulse to marry like an addiction that requires intervention. The “lady in a housecoat and hair curlers” is a stock mid‑century sitcom image of domestic reality, and “burn my toast” stands in for the small irritations and disappointments of everyday married life. The humor depends on deflating romantic idealization: whenever the speaker feels swept up by the fantasy of marriage, a deliberately unglamorous reminder is dispatched to restore sobriety. Read critically, it also reflects a gendered comedic tradition that turns marriage into a cautionary tale and domestic labor into a punchline, revealing more about cultural attitudes than about marriage itself.