Sure, in old-timey days the women did all the housework and the childcare and the cooking and the shopping and the every other damned thing including the wiping of their husbands' precious bottoms, but ever since the feminists killed patriarchy -- well, it's stayed pretty much the same. Except for a handful of Hero Dads Who Are Heroes. Get your hankies, folks, because you are going to be
Ah yes, another moronic <i>Times</i> &quot;trend&quot; piece. I don&#039;t know, this seems to be utterly unremarkable in my modest experience, but then maybe I live in a bubble. The statistics certainly indicate that. Given all of the other australopithecine attitudes and values that routinely get reported here, I shouldn&#039;t be surprised though. Eh, the guys I know all seem to enjoy cooking and they all act like Marines on a mission when there is stuff around the house that needs to get done. But this is far from the norm unfortunately, as I have found out in recent years. I&#039;d be pissed as hell if I was in a relationship in which the responsibilities were so lopsided. That isn&#039;t right - that needs to change. Men need to stop acting so spoiled and start picking up an equitable share of the work.
Yeah, this has always seemed like a normal routine thing to me, but the nationwide stats are telling a different story. With that being said, I think that the <i>Times</i> needs to get out and spend some time in the real world more often.
Your kitchen operation is the exact mirror opposite of mine. If left entirely to my own devices I tend to cook in the same manner that your wife does (except that I do try to keep things at least somewhat tidy as I work). I do much better when I have supervision, or at least when I have detailed instructions.
I do 98% of the cooking in the Grumpe household. This is a matter of necessity do to the culinary talents of Mrs. Grumpe. Seriuosly, when we were dating she cooked for me only once and before you get your libtard undies in a bunch keep in mind that we still got married.
The Fartknockers are going to the beach. I already smoke a brisket, made the green bean salad with pablano peppers, sweet potato casserole (with bacon) and dessert will be vodka. The kids get their own condo and we&#039;re going to have our own room. I&#039;m throwing everyone out after Thanksgiving dinner meal so Mrs. Fartknocker and I can watch the SEC channel, drink alcohol and have sex. As Mrs. Fartknocker tells me &quot;Betty Crocker was a smart woman but nothing beats butt sex and cocktails on any holiday.&quot; I am a lucky bastard.
The Thai place.
Ah yes, another moronic <i>Times</i> &quot;trend&quot; piece. I don&#039;t know, this seems to be utterly unremarkable in my modest experience, but then maybe I live in a bubble. The statistics certainly indicate that. Given all of the other australopithecine attitudes and values that routinely get reported here, I shouldn&#039;t be surprised though. Eh, the guys I know all seem to enjoy cooking and they all act like Marines on a mission when there is stuff around the house that needs to get done. But this is far from the norm unfortunately, as I have found out in recent years. I&#039;d be pissed as hell if I was in a relationship in which the responsibilities were so lopsided. That isn&#039;t right - that needs to change. Men need to stop acting so spoiled and start picking up an equitable share of the work.
I cook -- but with supervision.
Yeah, this has always seemed like a normal routine thing to me, but the nationwide stats are telling a different story. With that being said, I think that the <i>Times</i> needs to get out and spend some time in the real world more often.
I am so old that I remember when &quot;plating&quot; was a word that was associated with cheap jewelry.
Your kitchen operation is the exact mirror opposite of mine. If left entirely to my own devices I tend to cook in the same manner that your wife does (except that I do try to keep things at least somewhat tidy as I work). I do much better when I have supervision, or at least when I have detailed instructions.
mrs._philosoph would beg to differ. She&#039;s as much of a geek as I am. Maybe (probably) even more so.
Drones my friend are people too. There&#039;s a lot of room, and plenty of need, for drone delivery in Big Shy country.
For dessert: MOH served on a bed of purple hearts.
Kudos (and not sour grapes) to every parent who prepares a decent meal for their family.
Sorry, no medals. How about a Wendy&#039;s Portabello Mushroom Melt?
I do 98% of the cooking in the Grumpe household. This is a matter of necessity do to the culinary talents of Mrs. Grumpe. Seriuosly, when we were dating she cooked for me only once and before you get your libtard undies in a bunch keep in mind that we still got married.
Kaili, I&#039;m not asking for a goddamn parade! But would some flowers every now and then kill you? -Fitz
The Fartknockers are going to the beach. I already smoke a brisket, made the green bean salad with pablano peppers, sweet potato casserole (with bacon) and dessert will be vodka. The kids get their own condo and we&#039;re going to have our own room. I&#039;m throwing everyone out after Thanksgiving dinner meal so Mrs. Fartknocker and I can watch the SEC channel, drink alcohol and have sex. As Mrs. Fartknocker tells me &quot;Betty Crocker was a smart woman but nothing beats butt sex and cocktails on any holiday.&quot; I am a lucky bastard.