I've been married to one Marxist and one Fascist, and neither one would take the garbage out.

Grant’s quip uses domestic comedy to puncture ideological self-importance. By pairing two opposed political labels—“Marxist” and “Fascist”—and then reducing both husbands to the same mundane failure, she suggests that grand theories and political posturing can coexist with (or even mask) ordinary selfishness and gendered expectations at home. The line also reads as a wry feminist observation: whatever a man’s professed politics, the unpaid labor of daily life is often left to women. Its punch comes from the anticlimax—history’s most charged ideologies end up irrelevant to the simple test of responsibility and consideration.