Posted with permission of my husband, like a good subservient wife. (he told me to say that, really!) He didn't say to tell you I'm the author and that this basic conversation just happened a couple minutes ago, but he just walked out so I'm assuming I have his permission for this too... Why women REALLY are known for cleaning: It has NOTHING to do with societal roles, expectations, or any of that mumbo jumbo. It's because men drive us INSANE if we leave them on their own (leave them on their own to clean is an oxymoron anyhow, because they will stick to you like ...glue every second of it!) to "help." The following is NOT a representation of a conversation with my husband. It's the actual conversation, word for word. Woman: Will you please help clean? Man: Okay, where's the cleaner? Woman: In the cleaning cupboard. Man: Which one? The one we always use or the one that doesn't exist? Woman: The one we always use. Man: But the normal cleaner is gone. What should I use? Woman: A bit of soap, then rinse it. Man: Which soap? Woman: A bit of hand soap. Man: What do I rinse it with? Woman: Water. Man: Should I use a towel to dry it or a washcloth? Woman: A washcloth. Man: Where are the washcloths? Woman: In the cleaning cupboard. Man: Which one? The one we always use or the one that doesn't exist? Woman: The one we always use. Man: Which washcloths? The old ratty ones for cleaning, the fluffy ones for showers, or the new holiday ones for holidays? Woman: The old ones. Man: I CAN'T FIND THEM! Woman: They're right in front of you. Man: Well that explains it. Why aren't they in back? Woman: So you could find them. Man: What was I doing? Woman: Nevermind.