I can just picture you toiling at the oven in your frilly apron, wearing oven mitts and maybe some kind of bonnet. Meanwhile, this “Carlo” of whom you speak – no doubt a brutish, abusive, chauvinistic defender of the status quo – probably sits at the table like the Lord of the Manor, bib tucked into his wife-beater, waiting for his personal domestic slave to bring him a buttery bran muffin and another beer.

Shame on you, Liz, and on all women who betray their own kind by giving in to the stereotypical expectations of a pre-enlightened society! Have you ever heard anyone say “I am woman, hear me bake?” No? I wonder why not (and don’t say “because baking doesn’t really make any noise,” because that would be way too flippant).