Yeah, like the TV commercial where the wife moves everything in their house into a couple of storage pods except for the couch that the husband is sleeping on. Sure. We know how moving day really is: the guy brings over half a dozen of his buddies, feeds them a lunch of ordered pizza, and then they move the stuff while the wife stands there and points. I won’t say ALWAYS but that’s how it went 98% of the time that I’ve helped anybody move.
If only that were the worst of men’s problems.
If being strong enough to move stuff allows me to have a wonderful, beautiful wife like mine I’ll gladly do it.
And cheerfully take out all the garbage. My wife said once she thinks men evolved partly to do things like that for women. I won’t argue.