Why can't women cook as well as men?

Why can't women cook as well as men?

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that aint food

because the roasties won't have sex with me REEEEEEEEE

I've wasted the last 10 years of my life here

why can't you do something interesting with your life that doesn't involve shitting on women?

But you can eat it.

Dedication to the craft has shifted in the last 20+ years. Women aren't exclusive homemakers anymore so their cooking skills deteriorated while men with no life have started to (somewhat) fend for themselves. Not including restaurant, frozen, and pre-made foods, obviously.

Women are funny to see in the kitchen. Pretty sure they have higher I.Q's, because when the male line cooks crack under pressure the waitresses come and help in the kitchen treating it as if it were a simulation.

They get distracted by what looks "cute"

Feminism has allowed women to all become whores and ride the cock carousel instead of developing useful skills for the home.

When did women become so horrible?

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fuck off roastie

Women cooking, what a laugh. Allow me to give you an example. I've been with my wife for 10 years now. We met in high school, and I got her pregnant. She is and always has been a lazy person and a shit cook. I wouldn't even mind eating shit food if she at least made it on time. But she rarely did.

We'd get into screaming arguments constantly about how lazy and worthless she was. I felt like an asshole for it, but goddamn she was a real piece of work. The only reason I dealt with all this was for the kids, and also because the sex is great.

But one night, I got fed up. Not only did she get drunk, neglect the kids, and made me top Ramen for dinner, but she decided to give me attitude too. She was being real fucking bitchy. So I told my grandparents to keep an eye on the kids and told my wife we were going to go out and have dinner together.

I drove maybe 3 blocks to a quiet area (we live in Oregon, it's not hard to find a quiet field) and I got out of the car, went around like I was going to open her door for her and let her out, and I just beat the shit out of her while she was still seatbelted. After a few punches, I asked her if she wanted to go back to her parents. She started screaming and yelling and said yes, so I beat the shit out of her again. Then I asked her what she wanted to do. She finally got smart and said she wanted to go home. So I took her home and dared her to start trouble. I even handed her my cellphone and dialed her mom's number on the drive home. I made her talk to her mom, while daring her to fucking say something.

Before that incident, I had never laid a hand on her. But I had always threatened it. I told her "one of these days, if you don't straighten up, I'm going to lay hands on you." All my meals have been on time, and she just recently tried to make a meatloaf. It was mediocre, but I was just thrilled that she tried.

Do with this information what you will.

Late 60s

why can't millennial men build a house?

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I can, I built the house I live in.

I've read this before. Why do you keep posting this to Veeky Forums

loser

Flat pack Ikea homes don't count. Where are the real men who build real houses?

Nice copypasta my dude.

post feet or gtfo

Because male cooks and chefs are all sexist pigs.

Now those are some hot bitches. Me? I'd lick their feet, suck their asses, goddesses like that deserve some home cookin, and by that I mean home feastin, and by that I mean I will be feasting on them, damn hotties. UNF. Want to sniff their asses and pussies and feet.

Because it's about execution, and men will execute and even if they have all kinds of
trouble in their life and are high on drugs, executing the task at hand correctly is of paramount importance.

Women, for whatever God's purpose, have a sort of multiverse for a brain, and there's 100 different things going on at once up there and hardly any of if is the task at hand, more on her feelings, and of spite, and what someone else said about something completely unrelated that one time, and all these things, all the time, but rarely ever the task at hand. Ever see one try to parallel park a car ? They aren't living in the present most of the time, theyre running through miles and miles of thoughts and other scenarios.

>if I wear nine inch heels my legs look longer which makes me less fat