When I was first married I went into a well known electrical retailer to buy a washing machine. I chose the model and then the assistant said 'Now we'll just need to make a phone call to your husband to see if it's ok for you to have a credit agreement'. We were both working, and I earned the same amount as my husband, I was twenty four - and absolutely enraged. I drew myself up to my full 5'2' and announced that as a woman with the vote, and her own bank account, I was extremely offended, and had intended in any event to pay cash from MY OWN bank account. I really wanted to leave the shop with a flourish and slam the door but the machine was a fantastic bargain so I paid cash, when I had really wanted credit, and left myself with about £1.50 to last the month. However, honour was satisfied, salesman had a good lesson I hope, and we always share our money anyway so I didn't starve.