Because generally speaking, they do a really half-assed job of it.
I was hanging out some clothes yesterday and was bringing in the dry ones when I saw this Masterful display of hanging out by my domlier half. I just had to take a picture and share it because it was so truly half-assed.
Apparently in a study of 12 developed nations Australia took the prestigious last place in the egalitarian stakes – even behind Japan the country where ‘women walk three steps behind the men’!!! So pretty much, Australian women have sweet-fuck-all chance of getting the menfolk to do anything around the house.
Master enjoys washing clothes. He’s very good at putting clothes in the machine and turning it on. He’s not so good at the hanging out, bringing in, folding, ironing or putting away that is supposed to go along with the ‘washing of the clothes’. Often he’ll put a load of washing on at 6pm, which, thanks to our uberly slow front-loading washing machine, means the cycle finishes somewhere between 8:30 and 9pm. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be standing outside in the freezing cold hanging out washing in the dark at that time, so I generally leave the hanging out until the next day. And sometimes I forget and that’s what prompted Master to take matters into his own hands and display his finely-tuned, half-assed hanging out skills.
Now if women displayed such half-assed skills doing something that really mattered to the menfolk, like changing the oil in the car or getting scum out from between the buttons on the tv remote control, I’m sure they would be feeling as stressed as women who find a shirt precariously hanging on for dear life on their washing line.
Women: if only half of the women did things half as half-assed as the men, the world would come to a grinding halt.