Fuck it, I'll open myself up for a beating.
Hi, I'm fdgdfgdfgdfg, and I'm a subconscious mysogynist.
I've always done almost equal childcare, I do all the cooking, share the laundry, the washing up, the hoovering etc.
I'm terfy as they come, (spending 15 years on here will do that). I teach my daughter to do the man jobs, to drill, to fix the car, to maintain her bike.
I fully believe that women can do anything a man can, and that men should do anything a woman does.
I am conciously a feminist, but I am also a product of my upbringing. I am the son of a man who fucked off surfing and playing rugby every weekend while his wife raised the kids. A man who cheated and expected to get away with it. A man who, when it comes down to it, thought women were lesser.
I still go for the man job first, if there's a DIY thing and a school thing that needs doing, I'll reach for the DIY thing. I know that my daughter won't forget about cookery in school, because DP is on it.
I find myself lazing on the sofa after Christmas dinner, instead of cleaning up, because someone else will do it.
I hear two scientists arguing on the TV, and Im automatically biased towards the male one until I spot what I'm doing and smack myself upside the head.
DP tells me that my SIL was raped while on holiday by her male friend, and I wonder why she went on holiday with a man by herself. I was disgusted with myself immediately, but the thought was still there.
To the outside world I'm probably one of the good ones. I'm a feminist, I support women's issues, I am an equal partner with DP, to the extent that other men call me whipped.
But the mysoginist is still there, a little gremlin part of me that regularly tries to pop his head above the parapet and needs kicking back into place.