Doing Dishes

In a mail from a friend he said :

Three things I hate, wash dishes, iron, and fold sheets. When Chauffer gets here, I hope she doesn't see the weeks worth of dirty dishes. I want to say the dw doesn't work and new one is in the middle of the floor, after two trips from GE.
Harold  plumber and Lilia housekeeper and Carlos pool boy is coming Monday

.And I got my dander up. It is so male--I have known very few females friends who have openly admitted to hating doing dishes--and I find it totally unacceptable.

I live in a country where it is celebrated to be male, where mothers form their male off springs to be just like their fathers, which in many cases is a big, bad mistake.
Jeff, the writer of the email, is not Mexican.  What he and I have in common is that we both have lost partners. He is recently widowed from Sally, his wife of many, many years and mother to his two daughters.
When they lived in a condo where there was regular maid service, they decided they wanted  their very own, daily maid. And she is still working for Jeff, and she is doing what females in Mexico do, making life of the male easy.

I don't think I envy him the maid--I would hate to have somebody invade my territory--but what I envy, if anything, is the money to pay for  "Harold The Plumber " and "Lilia The Housekeeper" and " Carlos The Pool Boy"  and the ubiquitous "Chauffer"????  who is coming to visit one imagines.

Folding sheets and ironing are not tasks that I enjoy either, and few people are aware of what lurks in the depths of my linen closet.....but dishes ? Undone dishes ?
The kitchen is open to all and sundry.
 Not doing the dishes is slobbery and slothfulness is what that is. But having a lot of money to pay somebody else to do it changes all that, and one can make a coy remark in a mail about how one hates to do dishes.

And I get to write a post about it.