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I recently noticed that the Globe now has a whiny male columnist, presumably so they can have a matched pair with Leah McLaren. (Of course now that I've written this, I discover that he doesn't seem to be a columnist after all. In fact I can't even find the bloody column online, which is somewhat taking the edge off my rant. Well I still think it's a lovely idea... like a cruet set.)

I mention this only because this man's (whatever his name is... I tossed the paper already) column yesterday was all whiny about how women don't cook for men any more. Or at least the women the men he knows know don't cook for the men he knows (who all seem to go by their first initials). They wouldn't even consider it. They'd be outraged if you asked them to ('"When are you going to cook for me?" she demands...'). And they leave their underwear all over their living-room floors. And they expect the men to cook exotic gourmet vegetarian meals for them with no thought of payback. The gender roles, he complains, have been completely reversed.

crankygrrl will laugh at me for taking umbrage at this, given the usual state of my apartment, but I take it just the same.

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