Boyfriend is in the kitchen, doing all my dishes, about to cook fancy tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner.

He is also barefoot, and apologized that he is unable to be pregnant so as to fulfill the stereotype fully.

I am messing around on the internet, listening to the Worst Songs of All Time playlist on Songza, and occasionally checking on his progress. Maybe soon he'll bring me a glass of wine...

Pretty sure this means that feminism has won and we're now living in a gynarchy.