Our nephew, 10, was asked to wash the dishes in his home the other day, the first time ever. He howled and cried.
He knew instinctively, one supposes, that macho Mexican men don’t do dishes. Or sweep. Or make the bed. Or cook.
None of that stuff. It’s all woman’s work.
His favorite aunt, my child bride, quickly set him straight. Look at your uncle, she said. (That would be me.) He washes dishes and cooks and cleans. He does all kinds of things around the house.
She went on to say that macho Mexican men (She used that word, macho) are next to useless, and that all they want in a woman is a servant.
The young, spoiled rapscallion pondered that for a few seconds, broke out into a smile and started scrubbing his small supply of dirty dishes. He also learned to make his bed that very same day.
Yes, I am a role model. How about that!
I’ve been opening the car door for my wife for the past decade. I did it for my previous wife, the one who dumped me, for even longer than that.
There’s an old saying: If you see a man opening the car door for his wife, either the car is new or the wife is.
Obviously, there are exceptions.
Maybe my influence will help make a good man out of this kid, but I doubt it. I am just one, and he is surrounded by millions who act otherwise.