There is a silent brotherhood-conspiracy innovating brilliance, directly proportionate to women's liberation. Ahh, this is no shameless hijack of masculine brain-power. Retrace the gadgets' evolution over the years and every innovation will vouch for this.
While weapons and intoxicating beverages were staring at a post-graduation, the sticks of woods on the bed of coal were still begging for kindergarten admission. And then with women's ambition to fuel more than just cooking stoves, miraculously appeared gas stoves. As ladies stepped out for fetching friendly talks and talent-complementing hours, plumbing pipes and taps took on the earlier-feminine job on their hinges. The labyrinthine process of lighting gas lamps or mashaals was simplified with the snap of a switch. Washing machines were cycled in with another she-revolution and vacuum cleaner at least filled in for the absence of the expected-custodian.
With every irreversible step the fairer sex took towards their physical, emotional and financial freedom, the men-folk burnt midnight oil with vengeance. Coffee machines, tea-bags, dish washers and lights
But the Einsteinism that forced active-fatherhood sparked in the men's world is worth writing chronicles on. Bottle sterilisers ousted safe, old boiling. Packaged food dethroned the laboriousness of home-cooked food without guilt. 24/7 mother-special surveillance outvoted by baby sensors, cameras etc. And the grand prix goes to the Diapers. The saviour of this supreme gender, their egos, their pseudo hygiene and their reluctance to wash, dry, wash, dry, wash, dry nappies all day.
Which leaves me with a thought, what if they are able to bear kids? Wow.
