It seems to me that it humiliates both the man and the woman.
Because there must be a very primitive man who can be conquered through the stomach. And the woman is assigned the role of only a cook. Cook cabbage soup and porridge and happiness is guaranteed.
I even feel sorry for all of us, men and women. Honestly.
But, in fairness, I’ll honestly say that I don’t like women even more who proudly report that they don’t know how, don’t like and don’t want to learn to cook. This is also a disaster. And also for both.
Why am I assessing the situation so harshly, you ask? Because a woman should be able to cook. And not just be able to, but do it with love, with mood, with soul. Food is human fuel. It is through food that a person receives the energy that allows him to grow, study, work, live. Therefore, the quality of this fuel is very important for humans. Delicious, fresh food prepared with love will fill the husband, children, and the woman herself with warmth, kindness, positive energy. And it will really bring joy. And cooked by a hostess in a bad mood will not taste good. And she will fill her family members with such negative energy that then everyone will feel uncomfortable being next to each other.
Almost all young girls do not know how to cook. This is normal. They get married and study. If you wish, of course.
So I would be interested to know the reaction of a woman to the words of a man who will say: “I do not know how and do not like to earn money, support my family, be responsible for children and I don’t want to learn this.” I don't think any of them will like it. So why are some girls offended by the negative reactions to their words about not wanting to take care of the house, delicious food and clean clothes? I do not understand.
Yes, all this can be called a trifle, household stuff, nonsense. But our lives are mostly small things. Global, epoch-making happens, of course, but not as often as we would like. But breakfast, lunch and dinner - they happen every day in a person's life. Therefore, it is important that they bring joy every day. And not so much a variety as a manifestation of care, attention, love. Even simple scrambled eggs, made with love and in a good mood, will seem tastier than any delicacy. And fried with irritation and anger will surely burn, the eggs will spill, stick to the pan, and even be oversalted.