One time I was in a grocery store line, listening to all the women complaining about all the things their men wouldn't do. Not having a dog in that fight, I didn't say anything. Apparently this was weird, because after a while one of them turned to me and said, "What about you, sweetie?"
I shrugged and said, "Mine cooks East Indian feast food."
This is what you get when you select for personality and life skills, rather than a pretty face and a big dick.