Back in the prehistoric 60s/70s, children weren't gendered as much as they are now. Although my dad was a massive bully who demanded 'traditional wife' behaviour of Mum, we all - girls and boys - learned how to mend a bike, do woodwork, change a plug and so on, and how to cook, clean and sew. As far as I know, most kids did. We certainly thought the girl in our year who'd never been asked to do manual work was a bit odd.
All the same, I unconsciously absorbed the message that 'wives do the home stuff' and married a prat who got a really good deal out of me - not only did I beaver around being a traditional wife, but I also held down a challenging career, managed our money and put up shelves! I can't say how much of that was due to my parents' practical role modelling, though. It could have been the emotional roles I was following. My parents weren't 'equal' in any sense; neither was my relationship.
In the present day, I do call out sexism and have become really good at doing it so the person knows they're in the wrong but can't call me rude. I worked in sales, so this was fairly essential.
A long time ago, I was the credit controller for a local retail company. An angry customer came in to discuss a late payment letter, which was signed 'A. Garlick, Credit controller.' He was most upset when I appeared and started yelling that he wanted to see a man. Okay, I said, and called Dave out from the stockroom. I said to the customer 'This is Joe, he works in the stockroom. He's a man. I am the credit controller, Ms Garlick. Which of us would you prefer to sort out your bill?'
I'm happy to say the whole shop applauded 