Don't cook. Don't clean. No man will ever make love to a woman because she waxed the linoleum - "My God, the floor's immaculate. Lie down, you hot bitch."

In this deliberately crude joke, Rivers skewers the cultural script that equates a woman’s worth with domestic labor. By contrasting the drudgery of cooking and cleaning with sexual desirability, she exposes how “good housekeeping” is often sold as a route to love, approval, or intimacy—yet rarely functions that way in real relationships. The punch line’s absurdity (“the floor’s immaculate…”) highlights the mismatch between domestic perfectionism and genuine erotic or emotional connection. Typical of Rivers’s persona, the humor is confrontational and profane, using shock to puncture respectability politics and to argue—however cynically—that women should not confuse household service with being valued or desired.