The older I get, the more obvious it is that sexes are different. This doesn't mean that a guy can't run a sewing machine or bake a cupcake nor does it mean that a gal can't gut a deer or rebuild a TransAm. But neither sex should bullied by social fascists into roles that feel unnatural to them.
I fish, hunt, and shoot but I get my husband to do any bug killin' around our house. My husband could probably rewire the space shuttle given enough time but he still wants me to sew his buttons on. There's more going on here than skill levels.
I hear ya. I can spray that ant spray in the bathroom, but I ask him to do it.
I can take 10 skeins of yarn and turn it into a blanket. He can take a piece of wood and route it and make a shelf.