My dear friend J told me this story. She is a warm, kind and lovely person, highly intelligent and well-educated, and very pretty; I say this to provide context to what follows.
J has a regular annual meet-up with old friends from her hometown. One of her old friends is engaged to a man whom J described to me as a chauvinist, with borderline emotionally abusive tendencies. J had cooked a chocolate dessert for the meet-up; her friend’s fiancé, after tasting the dessert, turned to J’s own fiancé, and said, wiggling his eyebrows, “NOW I understand!”.
As in, NOW I understand why you are with J – not for her personality, not because she is your intellectual equal with a great career ahead of her, not even because she is beautiful… but because she can cook good desserts. Well, we all know where a woman’s true place is, anyway. #HFSF.