Gender failure

I have a confession to make. I absolutely hate to cook.
I do it well enough. I can make a killer gravy without opening a jar. I bake cakes from scratch. I can roast the heck out of any kind of meat and serve up a completely acceptable meal --sometimes without using pre-packaged food too. But I don't like it. At all.
As a woman, I've been taught from a very young age that we (as a gender) are to revel in serving delicious mashed potatoes and succulent pork loins to the tribe. So being that I get no enjoyment whatsoever from lifting a perfectly cooked leg of lamb from the oven, I must be a failure.
And it's why I had a sandwich for dinner tonight.