Cook or Be Cooked

Why is it that when a man cooks, it’s called art, but when a woman does the same, it’s her duty? 

When did basic survival skills become gender-specific? Cooking isn’t masculine or feminine—it’s just human. The moment we assigned tasks to genders, we failed the whole point of equality, fellow young men.

Somewhere down the line, we decided that wearing pink is “too girly”, being into skincare or mehndi is “not manly”, and having female friends is “suspicious.” Let’s be honest—none of this has anything to do with biology. Expression doesn’t belong to one gender. Comfort isn’t gender-coded. And confidence doesn’t come from insecurity disguised as tradition, fellow young men.

“Name a famous female chef,” you say—as if the world ever gave her the space to thrive without dragging her back with your labels. Women aren’t “weaker.” They’ve just had to fight twice as hard to be seen, all while we sat comfortably behind the systems built to favor us. Stop mistaking your insecurity for superiority, fellow young men.

“Not every home-grown flower gets its sunlight from an open window. All it longs for, unfortunately, is a broken roof.”

Yea, I made that up. But it holds true. Some women don’t get opportunities. They get ceilings. Barriers. Conditions. And yet they still rise. Imagine what would happen if we just stepped aside and let them grow, fellow young men.

If a woman working makes you uncomfortable, then maybe you need to sit with that discomfort. If she can cook, clean, earn, and build—then you can at least learn to not be threatened by it. And if you don’t know how to cook, don’t expect to be fed without pulling your own strings, fellow young men.

Cook or be cooked,

fellow young men.

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