I make dinner and other meals most days. If not, we're dining out, at restaurants, at other family members homes, or at the homes of friends, old and new. We entertain others at dinner at least once each week. And I enjoy cooking, experimenting with dishes new to me, spices and herbs, new to me, and combinations new to me of familiar foods. My grandmother, as a child, was trained to be a Viennese pastry chef. She was fair with everything else, but she was sought after for spun sugar wedding and other special occasion cakes. She started teaching me when I was 5 years old, as she did with her children, and all her grandchildren. She took joy in doing so and passed that joy on to me. Many of the great professional cooks are men with a passion for cooking. I've taken cooking classes in Europe, other regions of the US, with almost all men sharing those classes. Women were always welcome, and some excelled.
How the gender of who cooks has become controversial is beyond my ken. I think Julia Child, were she alive, would smack these people in the head with a wooden spoon, and laugh at them for their foolishness. I won't be surprised of the next great controversy is over dad's changing their daughter's diapers. Well here it is, I won't change diapers anymore. I've cleaned up enough of the little greasy hands on everything monsters. I'll babysit, but let the little stinkers stink until someone else shows up to do the dirty deed.
Right now I'm thrilled that the youngest, my son and daughter-in-laws twin boys are finally in the midst of potty training. When sitting them here by myself, gamey aromas have made some moments unbearable in stereo. That air freshener junk, doesn't.
BTW, considering how many men I've known who could ruin a peanut butter and banana sandwich, some men just shouldn't cook, and the same with some women. I freely admit, after some of mom's great failures during her early experimental period, my dad took us all out for dinner after dinner. White Castle belly bombers or pizza saved the day.