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This is some kind of satire, right? It’s British, and that just makes it too dry and subtle for my American humor palate, right? Please?

Because if not, the lack of self-awareness of some of these guys (OK, and the women as well) is just staggering. I feel like there is some sort of award I should nominate them for.

When Andrew Clover met Livy Lankester he was writing a novel and earning tiny sums from stand-up comedy. She had a proper job and earned a proper wage. When he complained about how little he earned, she would ask why he didn’t do something else instead…

They married and had two children (though not in that order). As head of corporate responsibility in a large retail business, Liv still earned more than Andrew.

“So I started doing childcare,” he recalled. “I took an old-fashioned male view: ‘I have failed at my work, so I’m looking after kids.’ I was a lone man in the world of kids. I felt a bit gay as I pushed the buggy up the streets of Hackney.”

People would tell Clover — who writes the Dad Rules column in The Sunday Times — that they admired him. “They’d say it must be terribly fulfilling. I wanted to say: ‘I’m a man. If I’m good at something, I want acknowledgement. A fancy job title. A pay rise. I don’t expect to be changing nappies in the middle of the night — working with sewage, for no money, for someone who shouts at me’.”

As he puts it himself, he had the domestic instincts of a smack addict. “The living room was an orgy of dismembered dollies. We were eating tea in the bath. I didn’t fix anything. The bulbs would go in the bathroom: we’d use candles.”

Candles in the bathroom because you’re too feckin’ useless to change a lightbulb? On what planet would that be an acceptable admission from a woman in exactly his position?

The article is way too sympathetic to these guys: “Men with marginal employment marry breadwinning women, discover that unappreciated housework is never-ending soul-sucking dream-destroying bilge and everyone is always condencending towards you. Why, oh why did no one ever warn them?”

Didn’t we already go over this?

All too often, in the homes of higher-earning women, the result is that relationships fall apart. The richer a woman becomes, the more likely she is to divorce her husband, according to Randall Kesselring, a professor of economics at Arkansas State University, who examined the finances of 112,740 women. He found that for every £10,000 a wife’s earnings increase relative to the family’s overall income, the chances of marital break-up rise by 1%.

Isn’t £10,000 nearly $20,000? For an 1% increase in my risk of divorce? I like those odds. I’ll take it.

The article buries a couple of good points in the middle of it’s incessant whining about gender roles, but by the time I got to them, I didn’t freaking care about any of those assholes anymore.