A:
Well, I mean, I do some things. It's not like I order her food or throw my coat in a puddle or anything, but I usually hold the door, or if there's one bag to carry between the two of us, I'll offer to carry it. Or like, last week we drove out for dinner with my parents, and it was pouring out, so I dropped her off at the restaurant door while I looked for a place to park.
B:
But, see, that's just it man. All that stuff is sexist and bad.
A:
It's not sexist. She can all obviously do those things herself, I mean, she lived alone for a few years. It's not like she's going to get the vapors or anything. But, I don't know. I like making life a little more pleasant for her, you know? There's like big things I do, you know, support her, take care of the apartment, that kind of stuff. But I like that there's little things, too. And she does stuff like that, too, you know, she always makes us both tea, and she's really good about keeping things tidy, and buying paper towels and all that sort of normal stuff. It makes it better for both of us.
B:
You don't that think you're denying each other's humanity there? That you're negating something basic by not letting she or yourself experience those kinds of things?
A:
Are you claiming that walking through a P.F. Chang's parking lot in the pouring rain is an essential part of the human experience? Cause it's not. Like, at all.