Men of a certain age seem to be at their most contented when the little woman is puttering about the house. Watching you dust, vacuum, iron, or bake a nice batch of chocolate chip cookies makes him feel all warm and fuzzy.
Is it in the DNA? Is it a throwback to hunt-and-gather days when a man brought home the bison and his woman cleaned it, cooked it, and made boots out of its hide?
These days women are accountants, teachers, artists, physicists, physicians, lawyers, community volunteers, and yoga masters. Younger men seem to get that they need to be a partner in the upkeep of a house, but too many older guys still love to see their women cleaning out cupboards and mopping floors. And — the minute you pick up a book or try to grade some seventh-grader’s essay paper that same man who insists he’s all for women’s rights will interrupt to point out some task that must be performed at once.
I’m not a psychologist, but I’d call this separation anxiety. Division of labor is the first and most ancient principle of man-woman relationships. Wanna make your man happy, make him feel secure? Put on that apron!