He's right. We've screwed ourselves over. For one, The Women's Movement has unwittingly created effeminate men, most popularly The Metrosexual. Increasingly, a man's eyebrows will look better than his wife's. And you know it's bad when a man gets jealous that you got a mani-pedi (this happened to a friend a few days before her wedding. Her fiance complained that it was "unfair" that she was getting 'pampered' while he had to work. Maybe he was craving a french-tip makeover on his toenails? She still married him). In the name of liberation, we're stuck with paying the mortgage in addition to fulfilling our gestation, birthing, and child-rearing duties (with the modern phenomenon of extended childhoods, the rearing part continues well into the child's 30s and 40s. Oh joy). That's another fascinating angle - 'pregnant couples.' What the hell is a pregnant couple anyway? If you're not the one vomiting, you ain't pregnant. Which reminds me, men really ought to have uteruses. Imagine the efficiency of rotating incubation. What? It happens to be a successful farming technique.
By the way, men really are better cooks. I, for one, have no petty feminist qualms about admitting this. Culinary prowess is in fact not a woman's backyard. Men do practically everything better if you think about it, which is why they should be given more time by the stove. As the slightly inferior sex (look, there's a reason we're by-products of a spare rib) what right do we have to deprive artists (men) of their paint brushes (bailans)? It's time to gracefully hand over our aprons and step aside, because let's face it, we simply can't take the heat.
You know who's to blame? The women themselves. Women are as capable as men right? So they don't need a guy to jump start a car, change tires, open the doors, carry groceries, mow lawns, open a pickle jar, read a map, tell a joke, pay for dinner, parallel park, assemble furniture, understand a film plot......
So why do women complain about the death of chivalry? They are the ones who killed it.
Chivalry is not dead. At least not completely yet.
I do need a guy to jump start my car, change my tire, open the door, mow the lawn, open a pickle jar, read a map, tell a joke, parallel park and assemble furniture.
I CAN do all of those things if I try...but I don't want to. Because it feels nice to have a guy do those things for you (plus a manicure doesn't last too long against all of that). Just like guys like it when wife makes something nice for them.