Um I am not hard on myself at all. I just choose to be the truest form of me. And if that comes off as harsh and unkind to people I barely know - thats cool I dgaf. Also I dont know a Justin - and Kerin isnt a name. I am starting to think you are nuts ... or maybe just a troll
This is why I'm so fucking glad that I'm marrying a feminist. He would never expect me to cater to his every whim just because I have a vagina. If either of us didn't work, then it would make sense for the one staying at home to do more of the chores. But otherwise, fuck that. If he's having a bad day, I try to take care of him more that evening, but he does the same for me. Because we're equals.
Ok, so I take on all the cooking because I don't want to live on lunch meat and steak-disguised-as-shoe-leather. But for the love of Pete he can was a fucking dish and fold some laundry every now and then. Maybe even drag out the vacuum or scrub a toilet. *Gasp* Clearly I'm a horrible woman.
Great, now I'm all riled up and having flashbacks to when FMIL said "Well men aren't supposed to cook." Makes my skin crawl.