Welcome back ladies and gentlemen of the internet. There's an age-old debate about a woman's role in the kitchen. It's jarring to remember times erst when a woman's place was 'in the kitchen.' How caging and controlling it must have felt to be confined to a space designed to take care of your husband with the most basic act of nurturing – food. I mean how much more obvious does the dynamic have to be to look sickeningly akin to that between mother and son. Replicating motherhood so tangibly, how come men tolerated this? Anyway, the Reddit thread below actually isn't about that at all, but it's a great segway.
In this story, the original poster (OP) is a man who lives with his girlfriend. She's fresh out of college and still unemployed. Because he's the breadwinner, he does expect some tasks to be shared. They have opposite schedules, and when he cooks for himself he always makes sure to leave a plate for her. She however, never exchanges the same generosity.