We both bristled at the borders of gender stereotypes. I wantedwomen to be liberated enough to be as strong and powerful as they wanted, untethered from ragged old notions of femininity. Anatomy is not destiny, I would tell anyone who listened. Meanwhile, D bucked against equally tatty old suppositions about masculinity, had a largely androgynous wardrobe, andwas far better at housework than me. Sure,I did all the cooking(it was a passion), but perhaps this was finally the sort of gender equality I had longed for
That is one of the "me, me, me, look at me, I'm so not like the other girls" paragraphs I found extremely annoying.
It's a load of tosh. The first part about wanting to be liberated, blah, blah, blah might have been novel thinking 100 years ago but for anyone born after say 1959 (picked as it's my birth year) it's no more than I would expect from anyone with half a working brain. Except her own thought process of putting it into action is pretty poor- why should she be surprised her husband is better at housework than her?
Then there is the utter nonsense about her husband's "largely androgynous" wardrobe - so basically the same as any other man who isn't required to wear a formal suit