Call me old fashioned, but since when is it entirely the man's job to cook out on the grill? Don't get me wrong, I enjoy flipping a burger as much as the next guy, but after a long day of mowing the lawn, walking the dog, washing the car, raking the leaves and cleaning out the gutters, the very last thing I want to do is slave over a hot grill. If my wife can cook me dinner in the kitchen, then she can just as well cook out in the yard, while I drink a beer.
If you ask me, there is nothing sexier than a woman sweating over some hot coals and some hot meat. I mean, seeing some fat guy with a sweaty plumbers crack burning hotdogs on a Smokey Joe just dosn't make me hungry. Now give me some fine looking young broad in a micro bikini, putting some nice sear lines on my T-bone, now we're talking dinner time. It's time to put the women back behind the grills
where they belong.