Speak for yourself. I cook and my brothers were all forced to fend for ourselves. My father would never allow my mother to clean our dishes. My mother used to only cook twice a week and the rest of the days was rotation.
I'm semi pro in the kitchen. Guys who are married come to my apartment for my food.
No homo, just cooking. I'm an alpha nacalaa.
Alphas know how to provide for themselves. Betas need to bully women for food and are obsessed with their imaginary masculinity.