I judge the fuck out of those people.
What kind of man can't care for his children? What kind of man can't do basic housework? Did you live like a fucking animal before you got married? What are you going to do if she gets injured, sick, or passes on? Get off your fucking lazy ass. Cut the fucking grass, clean the fucking gutters, take out the fucking garbage, do your fucking share of the deal you made, you mouth breathing retard. Weekends are for relaxing with the family, big projects to show your kids that things can be done that are complex, and drinking coffee with the wife till 2AM.
Being a house husband rocked. The only bad part was the pinched faced old women and the stupid bitches at the grocery store that were all "What, you can't find a job like a real man?" Eat shit, bitch, you're just mad that your man can't burp a baby, cook tater-tot casserole, and sing the ABC Song with the kids like a real man.
Keep that fucking house spotless, let the little ones help you so that you teach them how to clean and lead by example, play with the kids and make sure they get their naps and food, make dinners she likes, talk to her after the kids go to bed, then pound her flat on the bed with the dick she's been working all day to keep in luxury.
It ain't fucking rocket science.
Huh. So be a dead egger, single mother, or marry some worthless tool who just parrots feminist doctrine to get laid.
Yeah, no. I wouldn't advise that to any woman I didn't hate.
Yeah, I don't get the whole thing either.