Because of distance to work, my dad usually woke up at 4:30am for work in those days and my mum will be up with him, helping till he left.
Don't know which of these feminist started the notion that feminism was about who cooks/cleans/spends. You shot yourself in the foot.
I saw it as a great show of love then cos nothing could make me wake-up that early every day. Not even food.
But Twitter feminists will see that now and call it something else.
Let's ask ourselves, (since we should all be feminists according to Chimamanda), What are we truly fighting for? What?