You’re Not “Helping.” You Just Exist. Congratulations.
Let’s just say it: If you're a grown man who still thinks that cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, or even picking up groceries is “women’s work,” I don’t even have the words — wait, actually I do: you’re a full-grown, walking disappointment. I don’t care if you're a CEO or a cab driver — if you live in a house, eat food, wear clothes, and shit in a toilet, then you are responsible for maintaining that house. Period. What exactly do you think women are? Personal assistants with breasts? "Oh, but I earn." Great. So does she. And even if she doesn’t, being a stay-at-home mom or homemaker isn’t some chill yoga retreat. It’s unpaid, nonstop labour, 7 days a week, no holidays, no sick leave — and the boss (that’s YOU) barely lifts a damn finger. And don’t even get me started on the “I do help!” tribe. Help? You live here too, bro. You’re not “helping,” you’re just finally doing the bare minimum after months of ignoring the pile of dishes like it's invisible. You ...