When you’ve fallen into the twentieth century trap of domesticity because you’re just trying to afford rent in Williamsburg and the best way to do it is by getting wifey’d up, you tend to notice a plethora of inequities between what you do versus what the “man” in your relationship does.

Even accompanying a “man” to the grocery store to show him how it’s done results in minimal equity

One of these inequities usually tends to be grocery shopping. While “men” are liable to grab a few basic and/or rando items by the armful and get the fuck out, women carefully consider the shit they throw into their cart (because, yes, a cart is required for bona fide grocery shopping). Her attention to detail also means that she is spending way more money than the “man” she’s with, proving, once again, that women give way more fucks than “men” on both the emotional and financial front.