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I mean, if the car gets a flat, I know I'm probably going to be changing it. After all, I have upper body strength and she can make babies. But a women **pretending** that she needs me to open the pickle jar?
When my wife wants me to stop what I'm doing to hook up some electronic thing she wants to use (and with her doctorate, could figure out herself), I don't feel flattered, I feel like she thinks her immediate want is more important than what I was doing.
And to think, some women might be doing this just to make us feel better? Like we're pack mules that are only happy when we can serve our masters?
How insulting to everyone!