Gender Roles are as Fucked as the MAGAs Who Believe in Them

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Don't Be Sexist, Misogynistic Fools, Dipshits

The Mouthy Renegade Writer Apr 28, 20261014Share

We play to our strengths and the things we enjoy in our household.

Gender roles have no place in Mouthy Manor. My Bride loves using power tools and doing home-improvement projects. Some of the best gifts she's received from me have the name Dewalt all over them. She excels at doing things that many folks would consider "Man's Work."

Which is why I've nicknamed her MaiGyver. She can repair a washing machine with a paperclip, some copper wire, and a piece of chewing gum.

Ok, perhaps I exaggerate just a bit. But I love singing the praises of my favorite person. Especially when she's so damn talented at the things she attempts. She never feels more accomplished than after figuring out how to complete a home-improvement project or repair that she's never attempted before.

I suspect that it has something to do with her ex-husband's criticism of her methods while attempting to do the things he had no interest in doing. Notice I said "ex" husband.

People love to insert their unasked-for opinion in other people's fucking business. Especially those who sit on their asses not accomplishing anything, but having some moronic thought about why you're doing something "the wrong way." This becomes pretty damn annoying to those of us who get shit done.

It's never occurred to me to volunteer my amateur opinion about hanging shelves, fixing a shower head, or cutting laminate flooring. Those aren't my areas of expertise. I've never attempted the projects that Mai has, and I have no interest in learning to do so. We play to our strengths and encourage each other in the things we're more interested in.

Because traditional gender roles are stupid. That's an outdated, patriarchal load of horseshit.

I'd much rather hang out in the kitchen. That's where the wine is. And my Bose kitchen speakers that I plug into my laptop. I'd much rather create tasty food for my family. It's more fun to eat, drink, and be merry.

You get a dinner show when I'm in the kitchen cooking. I love singing along with Whitney and Mariah while sidestepping Mooch, who's always underfoot.

My constant kitchen companion loves my cooking. She's waiting for a taste of the pork-fried rice.

Some people would laugh at our household's division of labor. They'd mock me for wearing my personalized apron, and Mai for carrying around her own toolbox. Our response to that?

Get fucked, MAGA.

Because it's almost always the Trumpanzees who seem to take issue with non-traditional gender roles. Little boys who hide behind red hats that cover their lobotomy scars, lifted pickups with truck nuts swinging on the tow-hitch, and the arsenal of guns they pound their little three-inch puds to nightly. But hey, you do you, Boo.

We don't give a fuck what you think about our non-existent gender roles.

Those are ridiculous and outdated, anyway. The patriarchy has pushed that weak, insecure narrative for eons. They've twisted the Bible around to promote the idea of women taking care of the household and children, while men are the hunter/gatherers. And later, worked full-time outside the home.

Expecting the house to be tidy, the children bathed, and a nice cold drink ready for them upon their arrival from a grueling 8-hour day at the office.

Pfft. Yeah, right. I'm certain that most women from this misogynist 1950s wet dream men had endured far worse at home during the time the "head of the household" was out doing his job. Can you imagine having to cook breakfast, get the kids off to school, shop for dinner, do laundry, sweep and mop floors, pick the children up from school, help them with their homework, and have a martini and Dad's slippers ready for him in front of the TV, five days a week?

All without getting paid. Fuck THAT.

It took a while, but the majority of women realized that this type of trad-wife existence was bullshit. So, as time passed and things progressed over the next several decades, women decided that enough was enough. They wanted more than to be servants in the home and second-class citizens in their marriages.

They demanded more. They educated themselves. They decided that equality in a relationship or marriage was not optional.

And good for them. Just because you're born with a different set of plumbing than a man doesn't automatically move you to the back of the line or deny you a seat at the table. A man's opinion about a family's business should not be the deciding vote. It ought to be equal.

Unless you're one of those religious zealots who believe that a wife is going to Hell if she doesn't submit to her husband's "wisdom."

This would be a MAGA Christofascist's dream if he could get away with it. And sadly, too many do.

That's you, Talibangelicals. Controlling your wife and telling her that you make the final decisions is ridiculous. Justify it all you want through the Bible (you know, that dusty, old book you pick up once or twice a year on Easter or Christmas), but you know that she's becoming fed up and resentful.

This is why many religious families' marriages end in divorce once the children are raised. She's not going to keep raising a man-child after the actual children have flown the nest. Couples tend to hang in there for the kids' sake. Once they're out of the house, the silence becomes deafening.

That is, when the husband isn't criticizing everything his wife attempts to do. Or vice-versa.

Crybaby Caligula and his band of misogynistic shit-stains would love to see gender roles make a comeback. They've made it clear in the actions they're taking with their Project 2025 bullshit. The blueprint for turning women into breeders and feeders progresses daily.

And too many MAGA women are cheering it on. What the FUCK?

If your dream is to be a stay-at-home mother, and you aren't doing it because you're afraid of burning in Hell or because your so-called "partner" demands you do it, hey, by all means. If you feel fulfilled doing the daily duties that have been traditionally considered "women's work" in the past, whatever makes you happy. But just realize that nobody should be expected to handle certain jobs within their family simply because they're a man or woman.

If Mai enjoyed cooking and cleaning and had a passion for writing, I'd support that fully. If I were the person in our home who got excited about new tools and using them to build things or repair broken items, she'd be my biggest fan. But we'll next expect each other to engage in any activity simply because some backward folks think that it's "a man's job" or "women's work."

That's some disrespectful, caveman-era bullshit. We don't allow a 2000-year-old work of fiction to dictate what we can and can't do as a husband and wife.

Our children have observed our preferences within the home during the 14 years we've been together. I'm happy that some of it has rubbed off on them. The Boy enjoys cooking. My middle child is determined to be the first doctor in our family, with no interest in dating. My youngest has worked on cars with her stepdad and is studying for her Master's Degree in counseling.

They refuse to accept society's sexist, misogynistic stigmas that Christofascist, right-wingers would love to place on them. To hell with that.

Bottom line: Do what makes you happy. Never allow someone to label you as anything other than what you choose for yourself. And if you're in a relationship or marriage where your partner thinks you shouldn't do something because of your gender, RUN.

Forever is a long time to be married to a fuckwit. You know why divorce is so expensive? Because it's WORTH it. Know your value, Y'all.

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