Today I did the laundry.

I got sick of seeing a pile of clothes on my floor, and I decided to sort it, bring it to the laundromat, and just do it.

Do you want to do it after working all day for your salary? Not at all.

Nobody likes to do laundry. Nobody likes to clean up. Nobody likes working, either, and while everybody on some level likes to cook, it's a lot of work that you wish you could do more often.

These household labors are not pleasurable. They aren't pleasurable when I do them, or when you do them. But I do them, without complaint; even if I did want to complain, I've got nobody around to listen to it.

When women talk about how the role of housewife was a time filled with days of unending drudgery, they are correct insofar as these tasks are drudgery. But how has striking out on their own eliminated this drudgery any? Given that I live a life comparable to a single, childless woman, I'd have to imagine that my life, filled with work, bills, and the drudgery of these household tasks, is similar to a lot of women. And while women can get help with the bills, and get help with working less or not at all with stretches, these basic tasks like laundry, dishes, cleaning, maintenance, yard work, and snow removal will always be with them. And it adds up if you don't do it everyday.

When women talk about liberation from housework, the truth is that they are now oppressed by housework more than ever these days. The difference is that now they have to do it all at 10:00 PM or before dawn, when they are dead tired, in order to fit it all in with their careers and their social lives.

Part of the reason--perhaps the only reason--a woman wants to get married to a man these days is to get some relief from this drudgery. You see it all the time on MuffPo and various feminist rants, "it's time for husbands to do their fair share of the housework," usually involving dirty dishes, cleaning, and so on.

But here's the thing; I can do my own housework. I can cook my own meals. I can do my own laundry. Do I like to do it? No, but I can do it.

So why would I want to do twice as much of it, if I get married: her tasks, and also my own? That's just less time for sleep, working, watching TV, vidya, and going out. Why would I want to take on that burden, given that she in no way will be grateful that I do, but, most likely, hold me in contempt for having done it?

See, I get the fact that this housework is a pain. But I have a hard time thinking that the housewives of old didn't receive gratitude for it. I remember some of the times my father got the angriest is when I said shit about the food at dinner, or how my favorite shirt wasn't washed when I wanted it, "You stop that right now. You should stop being such an ungrateful pisshead and be glad she is doing it...she doesn't have to, you know."

And she really didn't. She could have been like many of the homes I saw, where things were in shambles and the kids went out in dirty rags. But my father knew that this kind of work sucked, he was grateful his wife could do it, so that he didn't have to.

Housework sucks, yes. But it is also something that can get done rather efficiently as well, and gives you peace of mind once it's done. But that's only when it's your own.

The problem with intersex relations today, from this MGTOW, is that the woman isn't grateful anymore for whatever the man does, nor is she grateful enough to her man to want to do anything for him. There is too much keeping score, too much complaining, too much effeminacy in putting yourself out for this sort of drudgery, and too little real empathy for the needs of the man.

By real empathy, I mean that women, by and large, are so inconsiderate that they expect the man to "read their minds," all while they give no consideration for anything that might make the man happy. When was the last time a woman who said she was concerned about you actually surprised you with a home cooked meal? Or a party? Or picking up your dry cleaning without having to be asked? Such compassion and understanding is all too rare these days; we've placed the responsibility on men--and men alone--to take care of their own needs.

And we are. Perhaps not as efficiently as it used to be when we had an economy of scale working in a household, but we manage.

Which makes me wonder this: "I can clean my own mess, do my own dishes, do my own work, do my own laundry, and cook my own food..."

"...why, woman, should I also do yours?"